Smoke

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Anna Karina in Jean-Luc Godard’s film, Vivre sa vie (My Life to Live), 1962.

Makes me want a cigarette...not really, I've wanted a cigarette for weeks. 

 

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Costume designed by Eiko ISHIOKA (1938-2012) - Japan.

Scared cats

Ava Gardner

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April almost over...

I feel blah, just came from intense conversation...drained.

Yet,

Positive. Almost, dare I say, inspired? No, better not say it. Not yet. Remember, never let your guard down...Don't exhale.

All in all, it's been a good week. I've been quite near happy. Have had social interaction that was meaningful, better diet and exercise have improved blood flow, energy levels, and mood.

I dyed my hair. Dark RED.

I would post more photos of myself, (I hear this appeals to blog readers, and have to admit my own voyeuristic tendencies support this theory) but I really don't have any level of confidence currently, so, continue to stand by.

I really, have nothing to complain about though, it's...weird. Have I come to accept my new skin?

Ok, enough crap, back to the pretty pictures.

Saturday Happy Song - Knocking At The Door - Julia Haltigan

Saturday Happy Song - B-52's Planet Claire

Time, time, time

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"Time does not change us, it just unfolds us."

~Max Frisch

More reasons I love Germans

Stuff like this:

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And this:

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Love and Prayers go out to Boston

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Yesterday afternoon was horrific. Sending peace and love and healing vibes to Boston. ♥

The auto-bio entry #2

So, it's the 1980's, the setting is Venice, California.

Now what?

Oh, yeah, I tell you the shit I remember and try to spin it into some kind of pretty tapestry of words...

The very idea of this makes me itch to wax poetic about my high school years in the 90's...a friend of mine posted this thing on the increasingly frustrating facebook about the differences in yourself and how you react to the world in your early 20's versus your late 20's. For whatever reason I thought about high school, and how sweet and innocent it all was. Seemed. Seems now, in my far off memories of it. It was also a huge clusterfuck that I barely survived much like most of the rest of my life up to this point, but at least I was not completely aware of how much of a clusterfuck it was at the time...

Anyhow...let's see, some other fact's of life...I was home-schooled. Or, well, I was actually what some groups now call "unschooled" for the first 12 years of my life. I was taught whatever seemed like a good thing to teach that day. My mom did a good job of finding out about lots of books to teach from at the Venice Library. Back when it looked like this:

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And was in the building on California and Electric Ave. that is now the Vera Davis McClendon Family Center.So many memories in this building...I went to so many events here, my sisters and I grew up in this library. 

Anyhow, I was taught to read, write, spell horribly, cook, sew, clean the windows, all from home! I also learned the basics of the combustible engine, how to change the wax ring in the bottom of the toilet, how to pick both a pad lock and door lock with a piece of music wire and the great importance of Jazz music on not only American history but on the family unit. This last was due to the fact that my father came from a deep network of Chicago Jazz musicians and was taught how to play drums by none other than Joe Morello while his father (my grandfather) had an after jam session conversation with Dave Brubeck in the living room.

Saturday Happy Song (on Monday) - Amanda Plamer's version of Science Fiction/Double Feature

On my favorite late night talk show, The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson (which I don't get to watch near often enough anymore cause now I'm an old lady that has to get up for work and stuff) from Halloween Night 2011. I did see this one live. It was just as magical as it will be now no matter if you are seeing it for the first time or the 100th.

Friday Favorites (on Monday)

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Maybe I should start calling this the Friday Fascinations...cause it's not all stuff I necessarily love, but is what has kept my attention this week. Oh what the fuck? I just want this to be the disclaimer that I don't love the cannibal cop or murderers at all, they just keep me interested cause they are fucking sickos.

♥ Icebox Cakes. Just made my second one ever, my first one all from scratch, and it was a huge success. Post about it coming this week. Make one. Keep them in mind for summer. THey are so easy and delicious you'll cream your jeans. (Get it? wink, wink. Yeah...bad humor)

♥ Women that are not in love with their children. I had two different friends pass along a story about a woman that is less than in love with being a mother. Fascinating. Both are very interesting and good reads. #1 & #2

♥ Reasons why you should drink lemon water.

♥ Hip scarves with amazingly long fringe. I want one! Swoon!

♥ The latest developments in the "Cannibal Cop" case in NY. Some days I think I must be the most jaded person on the planet for all I've seen growing up in L.A. Then some new weirdo pops up and I'm blown away all over again.

Where we live

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Hello Germany!

Apparently I am very popular in Germany (according to my google stats).

So, umm...

Guten Tag Deutschland ♥

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I could be so good at my job

I think I could be really good at my job if my cube wasn't right across from the bathroom and I wasn't constantly distracted by people coming and going and opening and slamming the door...

Me, Myself, I

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Saturday Happy Song- Elton John- Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting

April 1st. Blah fuckity fuck.

Today would have been my parents 43rd wedding anniversary...

Also, rent is due.

Also, my boyfriend re-broke his toe and is in miserable pain again.

Also, I am broke.

Also, fuck my life I wish I could just stay in bed...