Cities
There's good points and bad points
Find a city
Find myself a city to live in.
There's good points and bad points
Find a city
Find myself a city to live in.
It really doesn't get more wonderful than this.
A song that moves in culture from the underground to mainstream culture and then beyond into the hearts of children.
Love it...some good moments 4 minutes in on "edits."
Halloween 2009?
Continuing my day of Jenganess, I found this very funny Jenga cupcake piece just now.
Makes me want some red velvet...
Just love this...musically it's so very now again.
SUPERDUPER!

So we're in Austin. It's raining, I lost my new objetsmart, the art toy, the Hogget on the plane and the airline lost my luggage (somewhere off of it). Check out some of the Hogget flickstream ...the CPS had just made Diggity their newest friend, but then nature intervened and I left him in the seat holder.
But at least I have one of my oldest friends, my chickenpants, a room with a view and we're listening to this...
Now you can at least share...
Blaze
"How Deep Is Your Love" (mp3)
from "Found Love"
(Blaze Imprints)
Buy at iTunes Music Store
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I love surrealism so much that the other day I dreamt I was sprouting corn husks from my body. I entirely blame this on reading a Rene Magritte book before I went to bed. While Magritte's film contributions are few, my beloved Salvador seemed to be all over the medium as I have recounted previously with a newsreel of his surrealist ball...but I entirely forgot about what happened when Salvador met Andy.
Oh, there's a story here that I'm going to have to find out. Unless someone beats me to it.
Dali does it again - Warhol style. And he does dilly Dali a lot. (My homage to the beloved "Dinner At Magritte's - really one of my favorite children's books ever!) Enjoy!
Thanks, Celeste!
I was thinking about film endings that change your life this week. A broad subject that needs time and contemplation to properly discuss. But while looking up clips of my favorite endings, I came across this, one of my essentials. And just watching it now, about 75 seconds in, I began to cry. No matter how many times I've seen this ending, and it would take both hands to count, I always cry watching this. And it happened again. I guess that's really the test to define beloved.
"Bite your lip and take a trip!" has always been one of my favorite soul mantras, on headphones and studio monitors. Curtis, Curtis, Curtis.
Yes, my heart is bruised, and I have been moping all day, again remembering the importance of music in transcending mood, especially good old fashioned soul.
Even when I feel troddled on , one thing is sure: great soul music is religious. It makes everything about life better. I wouldn't be here without Issac and Curtis, Marvin and Stevie. This song is and always has been one of those beloved masterpieces with its converging funk symphony and Curtis crooning, "Move on up!" in time to the horns.
"Just move on up! Move on up!" Nothing sounds better when you're down.
REPEAT!
Curtis Mayfield
"Move on Up" (mp3)
from "Future Shock"
(MusicCom)
Buy at iTunes Music Store
Buy at Napster
Look up in the sky. It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Magritte's!
Why can't we think outside Vegas for once? This is what I'd much rather have seen the night of Britney's fiasco.

The ever wonderful project of the month has to be Jen Bekman's 20 x 200 site. Tuesdays and Wednesdays at 2pm Eastern Time, new art is put up for sale here.
Here's the deal. There are three options for three different print sizes.
Size 1: 8.5 x 11 inches - 200 in the edition - $20 each.
Size 2: 13 x 19 inches - 20 in the edition - $200 each.
Size 3: 30 x 40 inches - 2 in the edition - $2,000 each.
You can purchase it all off the web while supplies last. No inside connections, gallery bs, etc.
The impossible has been made possible.
I know I'm still impossible though - and soon will have a print to prove it.
Now all we have to work on is the costly framing process....

As you may already know, I am a Big Lebowski kind of person. I live in Venice, California and I like to bowl. I hate to admit it, but I too don't mind sipping those white russians. In fact, I am core Lebowski demo, except for the fact that I'm a dudette.
I have been reading for years about Lebowski conventions, but just heard there's one coming to LA this October in celebration of, "I'm a Lebowski, You're a Lebowski."
Tickets went on sale the other day here.
Come with me dude.
Check it remix style.