My Latest Obsession

 I am head-over-heels about Megan Joy, both musically (oh, her voice!) but also stylistically! She's so funky fresh and fab! SOOO cute!

I Know What I Know, If You Know What I Mean

 Edie Brickell always reminds me of better days. And I need a little of that these days.

Beauty Begs

Again tonight, beauty calls from beyond and beckons to to seen.

Thus, I respond and give you: Ihsahn.

 

Needed Something Beautiful to Look at Today

... and Criss Angel (will always) fit the bill.

Grateful Dead: What Rainy Days Were Made For

Post-Freaky Styley

I remember when this song first hit the airwaves back in '92. I was shocked to my core. This was my first taste of modern rock and it was at that moment that my long and great love affair with said music began and I haven't looked back since. ALWAYS love this song. Seen the band twice, both times good, but sure do wish I was at this show. The crowd is half the beauty of this version! And as always, peace to Hillel.

Oh No You Di-ent!!!

Elana Baker, author of The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance, here describes what it's like to be a giant, Mormon vagina. Pure awesomeness.

I Have a New Favorite Artist

That would be the talented Mister James Christensen. Just take a look (these are some of my favorites, so far!):

No Regrets

Nothing like Mme. Piaf to express just what I feel. Je t'aime, Mme. Piaf...


FYI:

No, nothing at all, I regret nothing at all
Not the good, nor the bad. It is all the same.
No, nothing at all, I have no regrets about anything.
It is paid, wiped away, forgotten.
I am not concerned with the past, with my memories.
I set fire to my pains and pleasures,
I don't need them anymore.
I have wiped away my loves, and my troubles.
Swept them all away.
I am starting again from zero.

No, nothing at all, I have no regrets
Because from today, my life, my happiness, everything,
Starts with you!

Long Live the Queen

Last night I had the awesome opportunity to see comedy's Lovable Queen of Mean LIVE! Let's just put it this way: Lisa and I are new BFFs. ;) lol She's great. I had the ballz to go up to her after the show and ask her if she happened to be in need of a professional makeup artist. The door wasn't exactly a closed one...

So anyway, love Lisa. Check her out here, here, here, and here.

Thank God For Acid

You Are The Perfect Gift To The World

Your Sunday Lesson

When There is No Pebble Tossed

Ripple by the Grateful Dead, one of my all-time favorite bands. Needed some Dead today.

Because of One Great Man

Today is the National Day of Non-Violence. This is because it is also the celebration of Gandhi's birth. Two great days in a row: yesterday was Vegetarianism day, and today this. Awesome. Gandhi was my first Hindu inspiration. As previously noted, I feel very connected with all things Indian, but as Indian culture is not very prominent in the States, I hadn't heard of this great man until I was in my teens. Now that I study Hinduism and Indian culture more academically, I have found it to be a pleasure to get to know this man more. The most beautiful part to me is that his message didn't die with him. Through his courage and efforts he is known, and thus his message is known. The UN recognized Gandhi's contribution to the world and has codified this day to be a national day of non-violence. I think he would be most pleased even if it is only one day. It is a start in the right direction.

Gay Banditos

Funnyman Lewis Black on how "the gays" are indeed a very real threat to the American family.


(FUCKIN' CONSERVATIVE DICKWADS!)

JOE PESCI DOESN'T FUCK AROUND

The Lovely Kat Von D!

What a fox! She's also a really cool chica and has a lot of sass. I like her a lot. I want her to do my next tattoo down in West Hollywood, I'm thinkin' early next year sometime. As a winter solstice present to myself.

It's like my friends say about me: I'm pretty much a mix between Kat Von D and Martha Stewart. The best of both, I like to think. ;)

The Little Sparrow

I recently watched La Vie En Rose about Edith Piaf. I don't know if it was intentional, but her given nick-name, Piaf which means Sparrow originally came from The Little Sparrow, and her most beloved Catholic Saint was Saint Thérèse de Lisieux, The Little Flower. Interestingly (to me) she was the saint that I had chosen for my confirmation in the Catholic church when I was 16 years old. My patron saint, if you will.

What an incredible voice rooting in a life of such sorrow and tragedy. Oh my. Life is amazing like that though. For some odd reason, there are the times and the people in those times who cease not to enchant years and years after their prime.

Just Flappin' Away

The term flapper in the 1920s referred to a “new breed” of young women who wore short skirts, bobbed their hair, listened to the new jazz music, and flaunted their disdain for what was then considered acceptable behavior. Flappers were seen as brash for wearing excessive makeup, drinking, treating sex in a casual manner, smoking, driving automobiles and otherwise flouting social and sexual norms.

Flappers had their origins in the period of liberalism, social and political turbulence and increased transatlantic cultural exchange that followed the end of the First World War, as well as the export of American jazz culture to Europe.

While many feminists deplore flappers for throwing away all the progress made by the suffragettes, they made quite a bit of progress for women in other aspects. While most people know they were the first women to actually show off their legs, cut off their hair and even wear shorts, they did much more than that. In the Victorian era, it was unheard of for a woman to go to a bar, to drink or to smoke. Bars were places for men to escape their wives.

That all changed in the twenties – and not only because of prohibition. These young women also dated around, something that was unheard of in the past.

They were some of the first women to drive cars.

Flappers had their own slang, with terms like “snugglepup” (a man who frequents petting parties) and “barney-mugging” (sex). Their dialect reflected their promiscuity and drinking habits; “I have to go see a man about a dog” often meant going to buy whiskey, and a “handcuff” or “manacle” was an engagement or wedding ring. Also reflective of their preoccupations, they had many ways to express approval, such as “That’s so Jake” or “That’s the bee’s knees,” or a more popular one, “the cat’s pajamas.”

Many terms still in use in modern American English slang originated as flapper slang, such as “big cheese,” meaning an important person; “to bump off,” meaning to murder; and “baloney,” meaning nonsense. Other terms have become definitive of the Prohibition era, such as “speakeasy,” meaning a place to purchase illegal alcohol and “hooch,” which means liquor.