oh, reno, you are the love of my life. sometimes, late at night, when i'm riding home i'll see a tumbleweed dance across the street, in honor of saloons and cowboy westerns. this town is boisterous, melancholy and gawdy. i love it.
2.27.2009
biggest little city in the world.
oh, reno, you are the love of my life. sometimes, late at night, when i'm riding home i'll see a tumbleweed dance across the street, in honor of saloons and cowboy westerns. this town is boisterous, melancholy and gawdy. i love it.
2.26.2009
2.22.2009
baby's got the blues.
15 Step - Radiohead
LAST CALL
Kim Addonizio
It's the hour when everyone's drunk
and the bar turns marvelous, music
swirling over the red booths,
smoke rising from neglected cigarettes as in each glass
ice slides into other ice, dissolving;
it's when one stranger nudges another
and says, staring at the blurred rows of pour spouts,
I hear they banned dwarf-tossing in France,
and the second man nods
and lays his head on the bar's slick surface,
not caring if he dies there, wanting, in fact, to die there
among the good friends he's just met, his cheek
in a wet pool of spilled beer.
It's when the woman in the corner gets up
and wobbles to the middle of the room,
leaving her blouse draped over a stool. Someone is buying
the house a final round, the cabs are being summoned,
and the gods that try to save us from ourselves
are taking us by the neck, gently,
and dropping us into the night, it's the hour
of the blind, and the dead, of lost loves
who come to claim you, finally, holding open
the swinging door, repeating over and over
a name that must be yours.
2.18.2009
photoshop.
i love me some political vandalism. in berlin, this advertisement dawning brittney spears, leona lewis and christina aguillera was enhanced by some faceless rogue. they very tastefully made the images appear as if they were being edited in photoshop.
what a statement, mocking the standards of beauty imposed by a patriarchal society. these women above are obviously beautiful, but is it true? absolutely not. true beauty is any woman that defines beauty according to her own standards. she may or may not adhere to societal trends, wear make up, desire a fit body but there is also a recognition that being aesthetically pleasing is not their only asset. true beauty is intelligence. true beauty is waking up in the morning with a scratchy voice-disheveled hair-bad breath. true beauty is unencumbered laughter.
true beauty is whatever you are, just as you are. that may be horribly cliche, but it's cliche for a reason.
what a statement, mocking the standards of beauty imposed by a patriarchal society. these women above are obviously beautiful, but is it true? absolutely not. true beauty is any woman that defines beauty according to her own standards. she may or may not adhere to societal trends, wear make up, desire a fit body but there is also a recognition that being aesthetically pleasing is not their only asset. true beauty is intelligence. true beauty is waking up in the morning with a scratchy voice-disheveled hair-bad breath. true beauty is unencumbered laughter.
true beauty is whatever you are, just as you are. that may be horribly cliche, but it's cliche for a reason.
2.15.2009
martin luther.
bella.
The original Martin Luther was one badass cat (not that MLK wasn't). He posted his Ninety-Five Theses right on the doors of a Roman Catholic church. This text was a literary cannon, with ninety-five points precisely aimed at the corruption of traditional Church doctrine. Luther boldly attacked the pope and all established teachings of moral virtue and by what means salvation had to be attained. Without Luther, the Protestant Reformation never would have happened, and they would never have been subject to the prosecution of a religiously biased monarchy. Basically, the need for American colonization would not have arisen, because duders would still have been practicing traditional Roman Catholicism. Gnarly.
2.12.2009
for brittney carratelli. mi corazon.
i'm currently in the computer lab at school, procrastinating before i am forced to sit through over an hour of mathematical equations which my mind refuses to accept willingly. i've been chit-chatting with one of my favorite people in the entire world, brittney carratelli, who i left down in warm san diego :(
amidst our conversation, we came to the conclusion that our lives are basically one big rap video. i'm telling you, someone should document this. you'd make bank for sure.
how so, you ask?
1. we are I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T womenz. don't think cuz you buy us dinner we gon' like you. please trust, a diva is a female version of hustla', and we be hustlin.
2. we roll on dubs. in my case, on a bike on dubs, and in brittney's case in her tiburon aka t.pain.
3. boys have the propensity to think we're actually into them, "on they're nuts", if you will. when in fact we just playin the game better than even big pun. please believe we understand the inner workings of a male mind. we sleep with you, if in fact, we aren't "on your nuts". why? once a woman sleeps with a man, he loses interest, and so, if you really like someone, generally, we refrain from intercourse as a means of out smartting the male species. in other words, don't be braggin that you got some.
4. it is a consistent habit to speak in ebonicz. terms such as playa, sucka, scrilla, wreck shop, do work, keep it real, oh, holla, etc. etc. are commonplace in our well-versed vocabularies.
5. 151 and orange soda is our drink of choice. especially when in search of t.i. i'm telling you.
SNAP, CRACKLE, MOTHA'FUCKA GOT POPPED.
6. infatuation with all things fried. in brittney's case chicken fingers, and mine chocolate. a fried snickers is where it's at.
7. we got haterz, and we don't give a fuck.
8. we drop knowledge at the clubz. i'm talking double fistin' crunk cups on the dance flo'. ALL NIGHT LONG. in honor of lionel richie. cuz we keep it old school.
9. andres 3.99 champagne is a staple in our repertoire of social outtings. ghetto fabulous. mickey's is so fraternity boy 40 oz. hands.
10. we are all too familiar with bitches and hos. we're probably making fun of you girls. in your downtown shirt dresses and wobbly heels. ya'll don't know how to keep it classy. it's okay, we know it's a tough job, and we'll let you girls do it.
11. there is no denying we keep it real, but i have to go to class. so this is all you get.
and brittney, i miss you.
and reader, watch this. laugh.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7yfISlGLNU
amidst our conversation, we came to the conclusion that our lives are basically one big rap video. i'm telling you, someone should document this. you'd make bank for sure.
how so, you ask?
1. we are I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T womenz. don't think cuz you buy us dinner we gon' like you. please trust, a diva is a female version of hustla', and we be hustlin.
2. we roll on dubs. in my case, on a bike on dubs, and in brittney's case in her tiburon aka t.pain.
3. boys have the propensity to think we're actually into them, "on they're nuts", if you will. when in fact we just playin the game better than even big pun. please believe we understand the inner workings of a male mind. we sleep with you, if in fact, we aren't "on your nuts". why? once a woman sleeps with a man, he loses interest, and so, if you really like someone, generally, we refrain from intercourse as a means of out smartting the male species. in other words, don't be braggin that you got some.
4. it is a consistent habit to speak in ebonicz. terms such as playa, sucka, scrilla, wreck shop, do work, keep it real, oh, holla, etc. etc. are commonplace in our well-versed vocabularies.
5. 151 and orange soda is our drink of choice. especially when in search of t.i. i'm telling you.
SNAP, CRACKLE, MOTHA'FUCKA GOT POPPED.
6. infatuation with all things fried. in brittney's case chicken fingers, and mine chocolate. a fried snickers is where it's at.
7. we got haterz, and we don't give a fuck.
8. we drop knowledge at the clubz. i'm talking double fistin' crunk cups on the dance flo'. ALL NIGHT LONG. in honor of lionel richie. cuz we keep it old school.
9. andres 3.99 champagne is a staple in our repertoire of social outtings. ghetto fabulous. mickey's is so fraternity boy 40 oz. hands.
10. we are all too familiar with bitches and hos. we're probably making fun of you girls. in your downtown shirt dresses and wobbly heels. ya'll don't know how to keep it classy. it's okay, we know it's a tough job, and we'll let you girls do it.
11. there is no denying we keep it real, but i have to go to class. so this is all you get.
and brittney, i miss you.
and reader, watch this. laugh.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7yfISlGLNU
2.10.2009
2.09.2009
2.07.2009
things you don't talk about.
there are things you just don't talk about. those are generally the things that need the most talking. the things that most need a friend to listen to. instead we plaster on a smile, and try to face the world with our troubles, insecurities and sorrow held captive by clenched teeth.
2.04.2009
sexuality.
i was raised in a very christian home. as a child, my mother would force my siblings and i to evangelical churches with congregations that spoke in tongues. for those of you who aren't familiar with the relatively new phenomenon of speaking in tongues, it occurs when a group of persons is blessed with the holy spirit. the product being temporary epilepsy, as they all begin to shake, murmur words that they themselves can't even decipher, and at times, cry?
in my sunday school courses we were taught the right way to be good little girls and boys. as i grew, the subject matter went from g rated to pg-13, and sex became the hot subject. obviously, our young impressionable minds were molded to believe that you were to wait to have sex until you were married. if one did otherwise, it was no longer sacred. or as my mother put it when she came to the realization i was no longer a virgin, "now you have to wear a black fucking wedding dress."
in addition to the sexual stigmas associated with religion, society impregnated it's opinion of sexuality as being negative when attributed to women. sex was always correlated with the promiscuous girls. the kind of girl that wears them short shorts just to get male attention, to be followed up with private attention, and sexual experimentation. the story always ending in the same way, that girl became the slut, whore, and any other derogatory term we adolescents could secure to the females' actions.
from childhood to adolescence, sexuality, espeically in women, is tabu. granted post high school years allow unprecedented sexual freedom, but in my case, there is always underlying guilt for any sexuality i express. i recognize the idiocy of such emotions, yet my subconscious works so hard to make something as sublime as sharing my body with another a matter to be ashamed of if there isn't a traditional courting process.
it's ridiculous. sexual expression with another person is one of the most beautiful things one can do, if you allow it be such. so, fuck a tabu. i'm not in any way advocating promiscuous behavior, but i am rejecting traditional ideas of in what context sex should happen. women should be strong and confident in their sexuality. i intend to be.
p.s. in honor of sexuality, read your horoscope.
http://www.nerve.com/Regulars/Horoscopes/02_02_09/
in my sunday school courses we were taught the right way to be good little girls and boys. as i grew, the subject matter went from g rated to pg-13, and sex became the hot subject. obviously, our young impressionable minds were molded to believe that you were to wait to have sex until you were married. if one did otherwise, it was no longer sacred. or as my mother put it when she came to the realization i was no longer a virgin, "now you have to wear a black fucking wedding dress."
in addition to the sexual stigmas associated with religion, society impregnated it's opinion of sexuality as being negative when attributed to women. sex was always correlated with the promiscuous girls. the kind of girl that wears them short shorts just to get male attention, to be followed up with private attention, and sexual experimentation. the story always ending in the same way, that girl became the slut, whore, and any other derogatory term we adolescents could secure to the females' actions.
from childhood to adolescence, sexuality, espeically in women, is tabu. granted post high school years allow unprecedented sexual freedom, but in my case, there is always underlying guilt for any sexuality i express. i recognize the idiocy of such emotions, yet my subconscious works so hard to make something as sublime as sharing my body with another a matter to be ashamed of if there isn't a traditional courting process.
it's ridiculous. sexual expression with another person is one of the most beautiful things one can do, if you allow it be such. so, fuck a tabu. i'm not in any way advocating promiscuous behavior, but i am rejecting traditional ideas of in what context sex should happen. women should be strong and confident in their sexuality. i intend to be.
p.s. in honor of sexuality, read your horoscope.
http://www.nerve.com/Regulars/Horoscopes/02_02_09/
2.03.2009
denny's.
free grand slam at denny's today from 6am-2pm. if you didn't take full advantage of the artery clogging glory of a free diner breakfast, you're retahded.
2.02.2009
2012?
i'm currently reading 2012: Return of Quetzalcoatl, and coincidentally i came across an organization called The Institute for Human Continuity. i'm sure you've heard that the Mayan calendar ends on December 12, 2012. numerous scientists, anthropologists and writers alike interpret this as being the date of catastrophic events that will greatly change life as we know it.
there are also critics who state that in every generation there are apocalyptic prophecies predicting the end of civilization. so far i haven't formed an opinion whatsoever, but if most of the earth's population/ecosystems are to be wiped out, i better get to my travels.
there are also critics who state that in every generation there are apocalyptic prophecies predicting the end of civilization. so far i haven't formed an opinion whatsoever, but if most of the earth's population/ecosystems are to be wiped out, i better get to my travels.
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