Saturday, December 30, 2006

fyi

aloe vera juice makes you poo.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

not given lightly

i forgot how startingly beautiful chris knox's love song Not Given Lightly is. i grabbed the flying nun records compilation as i dashed out the door to the office. i played it several times today and yesterday. he wrote it for his wife in 2002, i believe. i would have to ask the boyfriend to confirm the date. he was in the tall dwarfs before. then solo. still solo. it is a sensual, post- coital light kiss on the lips. such a sweat-drenched-screaming-with-passion ballad. seriously. i pulled up the lyrics today and worked on putting them to memory if ever i go to a karaoke bar with new zealand not-too-popular music as an option. i want to be looking into someone's eyes rather than the monitor, with it's cheesy couple-skipping-in-woods images under the words. this song was not a huge hit at all. it's one of the sweetest, etheral songs. not to say it's heavenly and pure. quite the contrary. he sings of sometimes not being able to look into her eyes. i've felt that. i can connect. and right when i plug in he says that 'words destroy all meaning' when he tells her how much he is in love. then i feel like i cheeseball, like when you read a horoscope in the back of a free weekly rag and think, "gee, that sounds like me". he knows that love songs are love songs are love songs. and i love it. and you must download it if you have never heard it.

welcome.....


to the masturbatory world of MY SPACE.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Monday, December 04, 2006

today

i went shopping in soho and brooklyn. bought intimates and a cheeseburger that made me cry. so good. fucking cold. gotta find tiffany something. saw Watts street and wish i could have bought her a street. guess someone beat me to it. tiff, you are so noTORIous.

tomorrow it's ps1.

Friday, December 01, 2006

outta here

going out of town soon. need to be dropped in a city where i blend right in. where i could be categorized "irrelevant" to it's progress and proliferation. not to say i don't have a lot to offer this world.....i mean, come on now..

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

TKO from Tokyo

i bought these shoes on ebay from tokyo. and look at what they are called. hong kong is in china. is this a slam, a protest. are these protest shoes? am i protesting china's socialist way of government? what is this? they did invent paper....hmm.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

goldie the cat

do not do these things ever again....

1. do not take correctol at 3pm. it will start working at 8pm, then 2am, then 6am. stop with the colon complex!
2. do not drink wine with dinner, sambuca with dessert, jello shots at a party...and think you will actually follow through with brunch plans the next day. maybe you'll learn in the decade.
3. do not tell your parents you will pay them back when you won't. they've heard that for, oh, 27 years already.
4. do not skip the gym for a week. you will kick yourself in the ars. and wallow in your sorrows.
5. do not stop trying to make the boyfriend eat vegetables. he will give in one of these days.
6. remeber #1. and do not drink anything called 'ballerina tea', ' japanese diet tea', detox diet japanese ballerina tea'. it's all lies.

Monday, November 13, 2006

another new york pitstop


i am enamored with puppets, marionettes may be the politically correct term. not sure and hope to learn. the fortune teller at the here arts center in nyc is calling my name. i will give a review when i return.

super hero couple.


super girlfriend dashes by like a bolt of white lightning to change into her super hero unitard. the boyfriend knows this may take longer than planned and the underworld of crime may get away with their mischief again. argh. women.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Monday, November 06, 2006

my trip to nyc.....


during my trip to nyc at the end of the month i will.....
1. go to the whitney museum. kiki smith exhibit. she is a favourite.
2. eat a bagel and a slice of pizza. at different times, of course.
3. buy more face cream at Fresh.
4. go to the russian bath then eat at Japonica around the corner. do not eat japonica before bath. will want to come back up.
5. check out stores The Good the Bad the Ugly, Sodafine, and Ekovaruhuset.
6. buy mom something

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

lady only sucks on the weekend.

All Things Considered, October 24, 2006 · A dog may be man's best friend. But one dog, Lady, decided she needed more friends -- and she found plenty in the knot of toads living at the local pond. A suburban family's secret struggle with an uncommon addiction comes to light in this personal essay by NPR's Laura Mirsch.

Lady "was really perky, and happy, and generally excited to see you when you came in the door every day," recalls Andrew Mirsch.

But that was before the Mirsch family moved into a new house.

"We noticed Lady spending an awful lot of time down by the pond in our backyard," Laura Mirsch recalls.

Lady would wander the area, disoriented and withdrawn, soporific and glassy-eyed.

"Then, late one night after I'd put the dogs out, Lady wouldn't come in," Laura Mirsch says. "She finally staggered over to me from the cattails. She looked up at me, leaned her head over and opened her mouth like she was going to throw up, and out plopped this disgusting toad."

It turned out the toads were toxic -- and, if licked, the fluids on their skin provided a hallucinogenic effect.

What followed was the Mirsch family's quest to stop their cocker spaniel from indulging herself. But it wasn't easy. Lady was persistent, and resourceful.

The situation seemed to resolve itself when the toads went into hibernation for the winter.

But when they returned, so did Lady -- and with a vengeance.

"We couldn't keep our dog's addiction a secret any longer," Laura Mirsch says. "The neighbors all knew that Lady was a drug addict, and soon the other dogs weren't allowed to play with her."

In the end, Lady seems to have found a way to manage her problem.

"She seems to have outgrown the wild toad-obsessed years of her youth," Mirsch says, "and now only sucks on weekends."

my mum does film

here is a poster from a local film in production i talked her into getting on board with....

Monday, October 30, 2006

i love my tongue scraper.

everyone should use one. at least, everyone around ME should have one on hand. this is my post for the day.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

burning man

i'm watching "The Drug Years" on the sundance channel and someone interviewed just compared that annual embarrassment Burning Man festival to Woodstock. i nearly dropped my mineral water when i heard this. buring man is an excuse for post dot.com douchebags and married folks who want to get away with infidelity to congregate, drop LSD, and take their clothes off. they can wallow in mud while dressed like a chicken and live lawlessly for a weekend. but, what kind of boundaries are pushed? anyone can take a bunch of drugs and get out of control. woo hoo. big deal. and the art that is made....is it that poignant and prolific? i am sure nothing created at burning man has impacted my life the way the music played at woodstock has. now, i have never been. thankfully. it does not impress me. woodstock, i was not there either. wish i could have been. woodstock was an epic event that can never be repeated. burning man looks like an adult rave. i can live without another rave for the rest of my days. i have a friend who goes every year. i need to ask her about it. she may change my mind.

i feel like i am always bitching in my blog. i guess i need to get in a better mood.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

F*$#K Hellhouse

like i want to be reminded that i COULD get pregnant and CHOOSE to have an abortion one day in my life. someone screaming "my baby! my baby!" does not sound like a haunted house, nor does it scare me into a pro-lifer. it makes me sad that the actor has to add to the global problem of NOISE pollution. i don't ever want to be in an operating room, nor go through a simulation of an abortion. sorry, fuck that. and a school shooting! give me a fucking break. i mean, let's exploit the ugliest parts of humanity. please. not enough of it already. and be reminded that some meth head lunatic can take out your children at any point of the school day. "It's not real, candace. can't you just see it as art?". my retort would be YES!! does the devil wear prada? yes. of course i can. and i would probably pay my admission fee for it. so i could write how ridiculous it truly was to endure. and then the angels come to save the day. well, i wish that were true. i am so adamantly against making a mockery of a tragic death (terry schiavo jokes, this garbage). it is offensive. and incredibly sad. to have JESUS, the Light at the end of this Hell (to go through- i am sure) House is a joke. It's like going to Jesus Christ Superstar and then feeling like you did your Christian duty for the decade. kind of. i don't know. i just wanted to rant. probably jibberish.
at first i thought this might be interesting. but the more i thought about it, the more i recanted my initial hunch. i exist, and i have enough Hell House that comes my way.

Monday, October 23, 2006

what i bought this weekend

a lamp covered with mirrors. tall, thin, and gaudy. like i like my men.

a bleached antler. to ward off evil.

artisan bread. because i ain't afraid of no carb.

two cactus plants. because they are easy to tend to. like i like children.

an indian buffet.

Friday, October 20, 2006

madonna #2

madonna looks ragged and awful. her overworked body is as dry and tough as a piece of beef jerky. she looks like she's been hanging by her pedicured mules in a smokehouse for, oh, about twenty years. she probably smothers herself in salt and wraps up in a cheese cloth every night. THAT WON'T CURE YOU, MS. NASTY THANG!
gawd, and enough with the goddamned unitards. those 'tards need to morph into dishrags, ASAP.
what happened?

i don't know why she bugs me so much right now.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

a funny exchange

my mom: oh, shane, did you get a haircut?

shane (my friend who is working out at my parent's house): uh, maybe.

my mom: who did it for you?

shane: i did. while i was in the woods.

my mom: (giggle giggle) that's so manly. would you give me a little trim?

shane: sure, if you wanna look like an asshole.

Monday, October 09, 2006

the humdrum of the monday

maybe everyone around is feeling the same thing as i am. is it time to get out in the park and play? the indian summer heat of memphis has passed and we could all use some fresh air. i feel thirsty. i feel so hygroscopic in my water consumption. i can't get enough. i mean, wtf? it's fall and i want to stop driving my gaddamned car all over town. my head has not been truly clear for about two weeks now. something or another keeping me from a truly productive day. bob lind helps. it seems. maybe i should write a hymn to the fall weather. do i have to include God, proper? my music listening includes Iran and early mercury rev. thanks to that lovely man in my life. tried at my hand at making some noise music last week. it just sounded like noise.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

madonna


looks like she has been hanging upside down by her toes in some smokehouse..causing her skin to drip off of her body. she is aesthetically unpleasing, as unpleasant as diarrhea. i wish she would retire. she looks like a desperate housewife in a talent show. i try to think of the hot madonna with the unkempt eyebrows and the dark hair. before she went bling. the beautiful Friedlander shots she starred in. i wish her husband would lock her in a tower somewhere. she could do something truly shocking- like realize she can't sing.

damn, i sound like such a Hater.

Monday, September 11, 2006

moonlight feels right


Listen, you soft bellied, shit eatin', cesspool swimmin', butt sniffin', tropical fish wannabe, bass. ya know what rhymes with bass? Class. and you ain't got none.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

syncopation time

i want to stress another area of my life out. maybe i could work on not being so goddamned late all the time. maybe i could try to call my out of town BFF's a bit more often. i could let loose a few OCD's. vacuuming twice a day, having to align papers in an exasperatingly linear plane. yeah, let's give this a go. what will happen to all the papers, the dust, the cat dander, the dirty dishes, the unmade clothes. will i make it? more importantly, will the world keep spinning?

fuck this. i'm going to eat some taco bell and watch Girls Next Door for the next hour of my life.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

beautiful art


i keep running into beautiful art online....lovely work. tiffany bozic




jonathan weiner

a quickie......

i have a plan to do something like this in memphis.....

http://www.coneyislandshortcakes.com/

and i want to be here right now.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

my dream and marcel dzama

maybe my dream was like this.......


or maybe more like this......

speaking of nuns



please take a looksy at this woman's work...

http://www.nienkeklunder.com

mondaze

i head is still foggy from the weekend. i had a dream i lived on a horse farm and i helped my mother breed horses. strange. i had a child, a son, in a large house in the woods. strange. and while i coddled my newborn i proceeded to save a young boys life, who then proceeded to say i was ruining his fun. and i woke up with a stomach ache and could not fall back to sleep. the dream was definitely more involved and colorful than i can recreate for you right now.

Monday, September 04, 2006

my pet



she does her own thing, and i do mine. that's the way we roll.

oh dear, my dear....


i hope he doesn't hate me for this. he despises everything that demands he go bare face. you can see the fire in his eyes.

my favorite look

this woman in some far off euro trash city bought a U.s.A catholic school uniform and made it look fucking sexy....i like it.
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