I chose a "favorite" arbitrarily, because I wanted to cross it off my list. That favorite is: Ob La Di Ob La Da. Stupid reason: because the name "Molly" is in it.
Also, if anyone knows anyone named Desmond I could marry, please send them my way!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
fabric painting.
One of my favorite things to do for gifts is paint some fabric and put it in a frame. Here are some poorly photographed examples:
For my old roommate Whitney's soon to be born son, who has a space theme for his room complete with little alien stuffed animals Whitney made that are so, so cute! (I love this theme, by the way! Perfection.)
For the new Mr. & Mrs. B.
For my cousin's kid whose mother was really taken with the one I made for my little brother Isaac last Christmas.
And, I'm announcing it to the world, that I owe Joe & Britt a big one!!! I made them one but the red paint bled all over it. Soon friends, SOON!
For my old roommate Whitney's soon to be born son, who has a space theme for his room complete with little alien stuffed animals Whitney made that are so, so cute! (I love this theme, by the way! Perfection.)
For the new Mr. & Mrs. B.
For my cousin's kid whose mother was really taken with the one I made for my little brother Isaac last Christmas.
And, I'm announcing it to the world, that I owe Joe & Britt a big one!!! I made them one but the red paint bled all over it. Soon friends, SOON!
Music Videos!
I love music videos. I think a lot of times they are just great. Sometimes, they are not.
Today, instead of going to Sunday School some friends and I were talking about really horrible music videos, similar to the conversation I had many, many moons ago with Jooj & Nephi, but this time we didn't have the benefit of the internet. I thought I would compile some absolutely horrible music videos for you to watch when you need a giggle or would like to be gobsmacked!
Exhibit A:
David Hasselhoff - Hooked on a Feeling* **
Exhibit B:
Fine Young Cannibals - Suspicious Minds*
Exhibit C:
Chris Danes Owens - Shine
Exhibit D:
Carl Lewis - Break it Up
Need more awesomely bad music videos? Search for Omer Pasha. He's hard core awesomely bad.
Need more of the Hoff's awesome tunes? Listen to Night Rocker!
What's your idea of the worst music video ever?***
*Not only are these horrible videos, they get points for being the worst cover songs ever, along with Hilary Duff's version of My Generation.
** Somehow it's only when David Hasselhoff is singing this song do I think that the "bug" he has caught is an STD...
***I will not accept this or this because these are AWESOME!
Today, instead of going to Sunday School some friends and I were talking about really horrible music videos, similar to the conversation I had many, many moons ago with Jooj & Nephi, but this time we didn't have the benefit of the internet. I thought I would compile some absolutely horrible music videos for you to watch when you need a giggle or would like to be gobsmacked!
Exhibit A:
David Hasselhoff - Hooked on a Feeling* **
Exhibit B:
Fine Young Cannibals - Suspicious Minds*
Exhibit C:
Chris Danes Owens - Shine
Exhibit D:
Carl Lewis - Break it Up
Need more awesomely bad music videos? Search for Omer Pasha. He's hard core awesomely bad.
Need more of the Hoff's awesome tunes? Listen to Night Rocker!
What's your idea of the worst music video ever?***
*Not only are these horrible videos, they get points for being the worst cover songs ever, along with Hilary Duff's version of My Generation.
** Somehow it's only when David Hasselhoff is singing this song do I think that the "bug" he has caught is an STD...
***I will not accept this or this because these are AWESOME!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Some Funnies:
At the Silversun Pickups show a couple of weeks ago, I saw Sex's doppelganger. He kind of made my day.
At the same show was a guy doing tai chi to Cage The Elephant's set and, a couple I tried to get a picture of to prove their weirdness, but this was the best I could do without being very obvious...
Why yes, they were at the show together, that old man and the young hipster girl, they were sharing a blanket and talking to each other. So awkward.
This might be the most terrifying image I've ever seen. I handle it every now and again and it ALWAYS freaks me out. Something about clowns asking how I'm doing just screams slasher movie about to happen.
One of my mother's old students turned this in on a poster board. Wow. I had no idea. The theory of Pangea has been completely reworked.
At the same show was a guy doing tai chi to Cage The Elephant's set and, a couple I tried to get a picture of to prove their weirdness, but this was the best I could do without being very obvious...
Why yes, they were at the show together, that old man and the young hipster girl, they were sharing a blanket and talking to each other. So awkward.
This might be the most terrifying image I've ever seen. I handle it every now and again and it ALWAYS freaks me out. Something about clowns asking how I'm doing just screams slasher movie about to happen.
One of my mother's old students turned this in on a poster board. Wow. I had no idea. The theory of Pangea has been completely reworked.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Because when don't I blog about television?
I was hanging out with my delightful cousin Julia today and we got to talking about television and she said something like, "you should write a funny tv show." Julia, who is infinitely hip, excessively nice and a kick-ass esthetician to boot, is not the first person to tell me this. But here's the truth, writing for television is a format that intimidates the heck out of me. I am completely uncertain as to how someone can create characters that people want to watch and let into their homes every week. Especially when all of my favorite shows get canceled. But it is something I'm knocking around when I'm not working on this super amazing screenplay I'm presently getting ready to pimp out after cranking out 20 pages one day last week! (Do you want to inspired to write a screenplay, or just watch a super terrific movie? Watch Brick. Holy cow, it is amazing. That Rian Johnson is absolutely terrific - The Brothers Bloom, and Brick...jeepers. I love that he's making movies! I now have a total girl crush on Nora Zehetner, and an even bigger movie star crush on JGL -- how am I still the only person who calls Joseph Gordon-Levitt "JGL"? How about a still from the movie to inspire you to add it to your queue? It is UH-MAZE-ZING!
Remember when I never closed my parenthetical? Well, here...)
So, until I can come up with something that I can pitch, I'll just watch Mad Men and Glee** whilst pretend that my high school existence was one more like those kids, and less like the reality of the bitchy diva with a little bit of talent and very few friends.
**A P.S. for Jooj: Tonight's episode featured the kids doing a very special version of "Push It". I thought of you!
Remember when I never closed my parenthetical? Well, here...)
So, until I can come up with something that I can pitch, I'll just watch Mad Men and Glee** whilst pretend that my high school existence was one more like those kids, and less like the reality of the bitchy diva with a little bit of talent and very few friends.
**A P.S. for Jooj: Tonight's episode featured the kids doing a very special version of "Push It". I thought of you!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I get by with a little help from my friends.
Years ago I made a list (inspired by Bex) of things I wanted to accomplish by age 30. I've been pretty good about checking things off since I made it, but that horrifying mile marker seems to be rapidly approaching, so I'm trying to tick off as many as possible.
One seemingly very easy item on my list is "Pick a favorite Beatles song." I've never been able to narrow it down to just one, for a long time I would say one of these three, Julia, Hey Jude, or Eleanor Rigby. But now I've decided to narrow it down to one. One favorite Beatles song. I made a playlist of all of my Beatles tracks and then narrowed it down one by one to seven of my MOST FAVORITE, and I'm hoping for your input, dear readers, to help me in my quest to be decisive.
Here are my top 7 (obviously not in any particular order):
Because
She Came in Through the Bathroom Window
Here, There and Everywhere
Norwegian Wood
Dear Prudence*
While My Guitar Gently Weeps*
Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da*
Ok friends, what are your thoughts and opinions? And aren't you so excited for the Beatles version of Rockband? Too much fun -- it's almost like playing actual music.
*Remember how three of these are from the White Album? And so is "Julia." And "Blackbird." And "Honey Pie." And "Don't Pass Me By." And "Mother Nature's Son." Shoot. I am pretty sure I should have phrased my list item as "Pick a favorite Beatles album."
Next easy item I'll do (once it starts raining): "Watch all three Godfathers in one day." Anyone want to join in on the fun?
One seemingly very easy item on my list is "Pick a favorite Beatles song." I've never been able to narrow it down to just one, for a long time I would say one of these three, Julia, Hey Jude, or Eleanor Rigby. But now I've decided to narrow it down to one. One favorite Beatles song. I made a playlist of all of my Beatles tracks and then narrowed it down one by one to seven of my MOST FAVORITE, and I'm hoping for your input, dear readers, to help me in my quest to be decisive.
Here are my top 7 (obviously not in any particular order):
Because
She Came in Through the Bathroom Window
Here, There and Everywhere
Norwegian Wood
Dear Prudence*
While My Guitar Gently Weeps*
Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da*
Ok friends, what are your thoughts and opinions? And aren't you so excited for the Beatles version of Rockband? Too much fun -- it's almost like playing actual music.
*Remember how three of these are from the White Album? And so is "Julia." And "Blackbird." And "Honey Pie." And "Don't Pass Me By." And "Mother Nature's Son." Shoot. I am pretty sure I should have phrased my list item as "Pick a favorite Beatles album."
Next easy item I'll do (once it starts raining): "Watch all three Godfathers in one day." Anyone want to join in on the fun?
The Portland Experience.
I've not posted anything on here forever because I haven't uploaded the necessary photographic evidence to support the post ideas I have planned. (I promised Analee I'd do it like a week ago and have been so busy and not near my computer at all. Very soon I'll show you what I've been up to...but I digress.) Here is an anecdote that doesn't need any photos from my camera, so we're good.
Last Friday I had the opportunity to hang out with my dear friend Rachel, her fantastic beau Brian, who were in town from NYC, and my brother at Doug Fir. I'd only been to Doug Fir once before, and that was for a concert, but the restaurant/bar area upstairs is one of the most calculatedly trendy places I know of in PTown. The venue itself is very well designed and in a great location, but the patrons of the bar were some of the most diverse people I've ever seen in one place. There were middle-aged people to early twenties, there were dorks, hipsters, hippies, tattooed and earplugged people, guys wearing those embroidered dress shirts that really shouldn't leave the closet (or goodwill) in a post-LFO* world, people in business-professional dress, and straight up bar skanks. Oh, and Art Alexakis of Everclear fame. The four of us were pretty curious where we fit in the spectrum. That is the thing I love the most about Portland, crazies and slightly less crazies co-existing peaceably.
I consider myself someone who fits in to Portland pretty well. I recycle everything, I ride my bike a lot, and I try to support local businesses. But something happened yesterday that really surprised me. A week ago I started doing a little reno on my guest bath. I went to Hippo Hardware to find some cup pulls and knobs for our vanity. I found some I liked, and then when I went to pay for them the cashier said, "wow, she's charging a lot more for these than I thought she would." (After you dig through drawers trying to find matches of things you want, you then go talk to people in the specific department and they fill out a little slip of paper telling you what things cost.) Yesterday I went to Restoration Hardware to get a couple of other things and noticed that their brand new cup pulls were cheaper than the used ones from Hippo. WHAT?! I'm sorry, Restoration Hardware is cheaper than something? So, I took back the pulls I got at Hippo and went with the more fabulous and cheaper pulls from Restoration Hardware.
It felt a little bit weird returning something to the eclectic-crazy-dig-for-what-you-want-Portland-institution to buy something from the over-priced chain store on NW 23rd, (which has lost a lot of its cool quirkiness in the past 10 years to chain stores like Pottery Barn and Restoration Hardware.) but it also felt weird when the cashier said, "she's charging you more than I thought she would." Maybe next time I should go in looking like a pauper, then I might get a deal or two?**
*Yes, I did reference LFO.
**The fellas in the lighting department were the most helpful people I've ever encountered at a store of any kind. And they only charged me $3 for what I needed.
Last Friday I had the opportunity to hang out with my dear friend Rachel, her fantastic beau Brian, who were in town from NYC, and my brother at Doug Fir. I'd only been to Doug Fir once before, and that was for a concert, but the restaurant/bar area upstairs is one of the most calculatedly trendy places I know of in PTown. The venue itself is very well designed and in a great location, but the patrons of the bar were some of the most diverse people I've ever seen in one place. There were middle-aged people to early twenties, there were dorks, hipsters, hippies, tattooed and earplugged people, guys wearing those embroidered dress shirts that really shouldn't leave the closet (or goodwill) in a post-LFO* world, people in business-professional dress, and straight up bar skanks. Oh, and Art Alexakis of Everclear fame. The four of us were pretty curious where we fit in the spectrum. That is the thing I love the most about Portland, crazies and slightly less crazies co-existing peaceably.
I consider myself someone who fits in to Portland pretty well. I recycle everything, I ride my bike a lot, and I try to support local businesses. But something happened yesterday that really surprised me. A week ago I started doing a little reno on my guest bath. I went to Hippo Hardware to find some cup pulls and knobs for our vanity. I found some I liked, and then when I went to pay for them the cashier said, "wow, she's charging a lot more for these than I thought she would." (After you dig through drawers trying to find matches of things you want, you then go talk to people in the specific department and they fill out a little slip of paper telling you what things cost.) Yesterday I went to Restoration Hardware to get a couple of other things and noticed that their brand new cup pulls were cheaper than the used ones from Hippo. WHAT?! I'm sorry, Restoration Hardware is cheaper than something? So, I took back the pulls I got at Hippo and went with the more fabulous and cheaper pulls from Restoration Hardware.
It felt a little bit weird returning something to the eclectic-crazy-dig-for-what-you-want-Portland-institution to buy something from the over-priced chain store on NW 23rd, (which has lost a lot of its cool quirkiness in the past 10 years to chain stores like Pottery Barn and Restoration Hardware.) but it also felt weird when the cashier said, "she's charging you more than I thought she would." Maybe next time I should go in looking like a pauper, then I might get a deal or two?**
*Yes, I did reference LFO.
**The fellas in the lighting department were the most helpful people I've ever encountered at a store of any kind. And they only charged me $3 for what I needed.
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