Sunday, August 31, 2008

Jason & Silver's Wedding

I went to a wedding a couple of weeks ago, of two musicians and promptly decided that I need to befriend musicians solely based on the entertainment at the wedding. Jason & Silver are in a band (formerly known as Softcore), and all of their friends are in other bands. As a wedding favor they gave out a cd that they produced the night before of a cover of "I Want to Hold You Hand" with vocals by a girl called Miranda Vettrus and a sexy voiced male, James Kenney. For the past few weeks I have been listening to this track quite a bit because James' voice is so dead sexy. While I will share this track with anyone who wants it, I want to mainly introduce to a few people who might enjoy him, James Kenney.

His style, vocal and otherwise, is a little like James Morrison meets Gavin DeGraw. I know he just finished a new album, and I'm really hoping that the lyrics are less like cliche Gavin DeGraw lyrics, the tracks on his myspace page, from his last album, are a little touch and go, but he's worth a listen. Definitely.

And he's got a cute pregnant wife whom he fetches grapes for.

Friday, August 29, 2008

I covet...

a great many things, this being high on the list. Oh 3.1 Phillip Lim, why are you SO FABULOUS?

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Driving on Water

In case you haven't heard, here's one of the thousands on youtube that talk about converting water into HHO and running cars on water.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Teach Me Tiger.

Sometimes I find that I have forgotten about something that has brought me a lot of joy. "Teach Me Tiger" by April Stevens is one of those things. I had forgotten it existed until iTunes shuffled to it today whilst I was being crafty. I knew I had to share this little gem with you, which is how I stumbled upon this delightful "music video", or as mummysrus says, "Groovy Vision".

Monday, August 4, 2008


My dear friend Alister told me a joke one time that has successfully become one of four jokes that I can remember, because I think it is SO FUNNY.

q. Why do hippies wear patchouli?
a. So that blind people can hate them too.

I don’t hate hippies, on the contrary, to each his own. I like to wash my hair and wear clothes made out of non-hemp material, but far be it from me to begrudge anyone either of those things.

That being said, I was at the mall the other day with two of the kids I play with all day. It was cold outside, so we went to play on the indoor play area. One of the other children at the play area was a girl about 4 who had major dreadlocks. Her mother had dreads and under the Rasta style hat, I’m pretty sure her father did as well. If you want your hair to be in dreads fine, but BATHE YOUR CHILDREN! Unless they are doing the backcombing or rub a wool sweater around your head methods, this little girl hasn’t had her hair washed probably since they washed the after birth off of her, (all of those scenarios deserve a call to CSD). Real dreads take time, and this little girl’s dreads were hardcore. I hope she is filled with forgiveness and love, for if she’s not, those parents will have a very angry bald girl on their hands when she decides she wants a clean head.


Old people frighten me. I admitted this to a couple of friends recently, who I'm sure thought I was kidding, or excessively cruel, but really and truly, the geriatric set make me as uncomfortable as mimes and clowns do. I think the primary factor is I have crummy grandparents, so I never saw past the creepy and got to the endearing. Before you go judging me for my outspokeness, just think about the age spots, the lack of elastin and, the transparent skin on their hands which makes for very visible veinage. The old person voice also weirds me out. They've earned it by speaking millions and millions of words and singing along to countless songs, but it doesn't sit well with my ears. Not to mention the medication smell, and if you're my grandparents, the overwhelming idea that they have been not only drinking lots of bourbon, but marinating themselves in it and despite the fact that alcohol is so flammable, been chain smoking for years on end. Just being around them gives me a headache. (There is also always something sketchy on their phone, and even as a small child I would wash after having to use it.)

I watched a couple of documentaries recently on some aged members of the world community, and have to say that as long as there is a theater free from smell-o-vision, I like movies about old people. Young @ Heart is about a choir of geriatric singers who tour the world and sing rock and pop songs. I cried several times during the film. It's kind of amazing how quickly I allow myself to care for the social actors. The most touching was Fred singing "Fix You". OH MY GOSH! Watch this movie. It's very kino-pravda, and very great.

The other was a film about Jimmy Carter, who is absolutely one of my favorite humans ever to walk this earth. Jimmy and Rosalynn are old people I am not afraid of. There is a gleam in Jimmy's eye that draws the attention away from the fact he is in his 80s. And for the most part, his voice sounds a lot like it did 30 years ago when he was Commander-in-chief. Plus, he can drive a nail into a habitat for humanity house better than most people one quarter of his age. One day, I hope I can be even a little bit like Jimmy, because just a little bit of Jimmy Carter would exponentially increase the odds to getting this cynical ageist into heaven when she is covered with wrinkles and age spots and smells of old person.

(I'm also not afraid of Jen's grandparents.)