I post this one just for placement purposes. Get in the vibe. And look at the eggs!
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Take John Galliano melded with Alexander McQueen and you still won't get anything as fierce as these girls. I wish I had gotten video. It was so high fashion.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Movies to Watch Out For
Beginners.
Ewan MacGregor
Christopher Plummer
Melanie Laurent
a cute dog
others.
Ewan buys a dog to make up for not having a girl when his parents had such a successful marriage. Then finds a girl. Then mom dies and finds out dad is gay.
Also, the dog has subtitles.
Definitely a cute dramedy.
Water for Elephants.
Robert Pattinson
Reese Witherspoon
Christopher Waltz
Hal Holbrook
Make a movie about the circus, and I'm going to watch it. At first glance, you may not be impressed by the cast, but Pattinson, while involved in shite vampire nonsense, is a quality actor. And Waltz? Come on!
Essentially, Holbrook recounts his tale of living in the circus and witnessing an awful disaster therein.
Ewan MacGregor
Christopher Plummer
Melanie Laurent
a cute dog
others.
Ewan buys a dog to make up for not having a girl when his parents had such a successful marriage. Then finds a girl. Then mom dies and finds out dad is gay.
Also, the dog has subtitles.
Definitely a cute dramedy.
Water for Elephants.
Robert Pattinson
Reese Witherspoon
Christopher Waltz
Hal Holbrook
Make a movie about the circus, and I'm going to watch it. At first glance, you may not be impressed by the cast, but Pattinson, while involved in shite vampire nonsense, is a quality actor. And Waltz? Come on!
Essentially, Holbrook recounts his tale of living in the circus and witnessing an awful disaster therein.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Russian Retrospective...not really
So, going through this blog, I realized there was a lot of negativity towards Russia. And I was called out on that once.
The fact is, I love Russia. And I think if you ask a lot of people Why they love Russia, they will give you things that coincide with my rants. People that "love" Russia, love a challenge. The frail can't cut it. So you have to have a bit of a hard exterior to survive, to find humour, and to enjoy.
People often ask me if I would go back to Russia, and I immediately say yes. And often they respond with an incredulous "Why?!" burdened with only their preconceived thoughts, not my own.
Remnants of the Cold War? Maybe. I think they're just weak, or maybe just need a little horizon broadening.
***ADDENDUM
I recently had a Russian ask to read my blog. He found it thoroughly amusing. He reckons that if I am going to bother trying to live in the country and study the language, I must be...well crazy. But I must really like the place. Can't say the same for all the Russians, but I appreciate...his appreciation.
The fact is, I love Russia. And I think if you ask a lot of people Why they love Russia, they will give you things that coincide with my rants. People that "love" Russia, love a challenge. The frail can't cut it. So you have to have a bit of a hard exterior to survive, to find humour, and to enjoy.
And I want to try to list the things that I love about Russia (what little I've come to be acquainted with), that I don't just love because it makes it challenging to live there or get on with it's peoples.
1) The architecture. Need I say more? Being in St. Petersburg is like being *inside* of a wedding cake. Ok, that's not quite right, because inside a wedding cake is spongy and dark. Ok, like being an ant in a bakery.
2) I love the light extremes in the North. 2 weeks of darkness in the winter, 2 weeks of daylight in the summer. It's thought that this directly influences the Russian personality. Cold at first, but once in their home, they'd give you anything.
3) Stroganoff. 'Nuff said.
4) Subversive literature.
5) A history of excellent film
I gotta say I'm stuck here. But I came up with more than I thought I would.
People often ask me if I would go back to Russia, and I immediately say yes. And often they respond with an incredulous "Why?!" burdened with only their preconceived thoughts, not my own.
Remnants of the Cold War? Maybe. I think they're just weak, or maybe just need a little horizon broadening.
***ADDENDUM
I recently had a Russian ask to read my blog. He found it thoroughly amusing. He reckons that if I am going to bother trying to live in the country and study the language, I must be...well crazy. But I must really like the place. Can't say the same for all the Russians, but I appreciate...his appreciation.
Some music you should be listening to:
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electronically driven, but not without lyrics:
Ghostland Observatory
intriguing vocals in a mellow setting:
Dylan LeBlanc
soul throwback groups:
electronically driven, but not without lyrics:
Ghostland Observatory
intriguing vocals in a mellow setting:
Dylan LeBlanc
soul throwback groups:
My Favorite Book
Inspired by Shawn, I'm just posting pictures that make me happy today.
I want to make a mural of this book for my wall.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Gorgeous, Somber
These are photos (obviously not taken by me) of Frank Gehry's building at 8 Spruce Street in New York. As usual, absolutely gorgeous, absolutely outside of the box.
But I can't help but be reminded of the torn, mangled remains of the World Trade Center.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Set Lists
Do you know what they are? You may be in the minority.
Why do people insist on yelling songs at the band? Is the band yelling at you? I guess sometimes they are. Let's not get derailed on my annoyance at "Get your hands up!" "Somebody scream!" "What time is it?!"
Why are you yelling songs at the band? Does this look like a divey country western cover band? Most likely, if you paid more than 20 bucks for your tickets, you are dealing with some degree of professional entertainers. They most likely practice. They decide which songs are going to be best for the time constraints, current events, and crowd. You know what they do with those songs? They write them down...on a piece of paper...and tape it to the stage. It's called a set list. They are going to play what is on the set list.
Do they come to you your job and scream "TYPE THAT MEMO!!!" "TELECOOOONFERENCE!!!!" Actually, I'm sure they would if they had the chance.
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Why do people insist on yelling songs at the band? Is the band yelling at you? I guess sometimes they are. Let's not get derailed on my annoyance at "Get your hands up!" "Somebody scream!" "What time is it?!"
Why are you yelling songs at the band? Does this look like a divey country western cover band? Most likely, if you paid more than 20 bucks for your tickets, you are dealing with some degree of professional entertainers. They most likely practice. They decide which songs are going to be best for the time constraints, current events, and crowd. You know what they do with those songs? They write them down...on a piece of paper...and tape it to the stage. It's called a set list. They are going to play what is on the set list.
Do they come to you your job and scream "TYPE THAT MEMO!!!" "TELECOOOONFERENCE!!!!" Actually, I'm sure they would if they had the chance.
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
People, places, and places.
J. Roddy Walston & the Business opened for the Drive By Truckers the other evening.
Walston & the Business sounds like; Eddie Vedder covering Jerry Lee Lewis' catalogue. Walston claims friendship with Little Richard, and his influence shows. I'm not a fan of Eddie Vedder, but I am a fan of Lewis, that whole sound, and Walston's hair. It was a quality performance. And it reminded me of Nashville.
Which is the real subject matter here. Not Nashville so much, but the idea of being taken away by a song, a smell, a photo; to a place. And not just fondly remembering a vacation, but being pressed with an aching. An aching that most people feel for a lover, a best friend, a sibling; when they move away, or simply on.
I was working, monitoring the crowd, and grooving ever so slightly in the most professional manner I could muster under such rocking circumstances. When all the sudden I was overcome with grief. Perhaps that isn't the right word. A longing, a mild depression. I wanted to go to Nashville. I wanted to spend a Sunday morning, wandering the streets, popping into to bar after saloon, sipping whiskey and watching some talented, silver haired man play the ballads that made country, rockabilly, and rock famous.
It was like, someone had just told me that a long lost friend had just died, and we'd never been able to catch up. Now of course, Nashville is still there, but thats the feeling.
And while I was feeling this, I realized that I've never felt this way for a person. I've never really been capable of missing people. Yes, after a bad breakup, I miss having that person around, I may cry for days, beside myself. But the missing of people when you go away, or they go away, I don't experience that.
I get pangs of longing for Nashville; I yearn for New Orleans; I pine for Cambodia. Little corner shops and food carts hold more emotional weight for me than my best of friends.
Freud would blame my mother...so would I.
Walston & the Business sounds like; Eddie Vedder covering Jerry Lee Lewis' catalogue. Walston claims friendship with Little Richard, and his influence shows. I'm not a fan of Eddie Vedder, but I am a fan of Lewis, that whole sound, and Walston's hair. It was a quality performance. And it reminded me of Nashville.
Which is the real subject matter here. Not Nashville so much, but the idea of being taken away by a song, a smell, a photo; to a place. And not just fondly remembering a vacation, but being pressed with an aching. An aching that most people feel for a lover, a best friend, a sibling; when they move away, or simply on.
I was working, monitoring the crowd, and grooving ever so slightly in the most professional manner I could muster under such rocking circumstances. When all the sudden I was overcome with grief. Perhaps that isn't the right word. A longing, a mild depression. I wanted to go to Nashville. I wanted to spend a Sunday morning, wandering the streets, popping into to bar after saloon, sipping whiskey and watching some talented, silver haired man play the ballads that made country, rockabilly, and rock famous.
It was like, someone had just told me that a long lost friend had just died, and we'd never been able to catch up. Now of course, Nashville is still there, but thats the feeling.
And while I was feeling this, I realized that I've never felt this way for a person. I've never really been capable of missing people. Yes, after a bad breakup, I miss having that person around, I may cry for days, beside myself. But the missing of people when you go away, or they go away, I don't experience that.
I get pangs of longing for Nashville; I yearn for New Orleans; I pine for Cambodia. Little corner shops and food carts hold more emotional weight for me than my best of friends.
Freud would blame my mother...so would I.
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