Feline photo shoot part 2.

Molly is such a camera hog!

This really belongs on http://www.stuffonmycat.com/.

xo

 I  love akward bathroom poses!  As for me, I'm feeling much better, thanks.  I think I am back for good (sorry, we're open!).  You'll hear from me soon!

sickly thing..

I haven't had anything to say because I am fighting a cold!  I am hot and cold, and unable to speak because of my tonsilitis. Needless to say,  I have heard a lot of rubbish and was unable to comment, so this week's blog should be juicy enough!

Baby got (paper)back..

 I wandered Chapters today aimlessly, trying to find a good book to get into, and I wasn't really sure what I was looking for.  I automatically go to the Biography section, or the self-help because those are my regular isles of choice. I absolutely hate walking around in circles at a book store, trying to make it look like I know what I'm looking for, just like everyone does!
   I was looking for something to wow me, make me more aware, and maybe a just a little bit smarter..  I found nothing! Getting overwhelmed with all of the choices,I walk through the isles and start to sweat, so immediately head for he exit.  That mission failed, so I tried a little on-line research....

   THE INTERNET IS A WONDERLAND OF BOOK REVIEWS!  God bless google!! I found some pretty cool-looking reads, and I am making an oath to read these books and write a review and share them with you and pass along the knowledge.  I think I should start a book club!! (Thank God i'm not single)

Here they are:

I love Lydia Lunch- she is the no-wave punk princess, so any book about her crazy life is a good read.  I read up on her latest book Will Work For Drugs.  It is a collection of essays, fiction, poems, and interviews.  As cliche as is sounds, this book is promised to not be another poster board for heroin punk, and I'm going to find out if that is true-- A review to come!

My second choice is How To Talk Dirty And Influence People by Lenny Bruce.  Im a Lenny-lover, so I knew I would be interested in this book.  It is a biography in his own words, and yes he talks about his drug habits, HOWEVER..  It's gotten great reviews, and his exposing hypocrisies is brilliant.  I'm excited for this one!

and lastly, Hellions: Pop Culture's Rebel Women by Maria Raha.  Nuff' said!!! I can't wait to dive in!

Surreal.

I have been really into pop surrealism art lately.  I'm loving artist Mark Ryden's epic collection of woodlands to butcheries. I think pop surrealism doesn't receive the recognition it deserves.We are all so blinded by what is common, and forget about the local artistry and how much talent really lies here among us.  I can admire Van Gogh's Sunflowers, but when I admire Mark's painting of  The Ox Suckling Romulus and Remus, there is no guesswork involved.  They tell their own stories.  We need more artists like him to make us bare witness to the erie and unknown.  Out of our comfort zone, and into the twilight zone! Check out his art sitehttp://www.markryden.com/ .  Also check out local artist Ray Caesar, from Toronto who is another fellow pop surrealism artist.http://www.raycaesar.com/.

Yum..

I made my honey a roast dinner from skratch including a yorkshire pudding, and I thought I would share..

We Can Do It! (*flex bicep*)

I was watching a documentary on WW2 last night, and I couldn't stop myself from sharing this fighting females propaganda poster that I find so ironic...

Women played a vital role in WW1 and WW2. Not being able to join the navy didn't stop women in the 1940's to lend helping hands and make a change. Millions of women took wartime jobs in factories, filling in for men on farms,and working at the Red Cross.





By the early 1940's men were completely erased from the work force due to the U.S military, and Rosie The Riveter took their place. I simply love being a chick..

I like this...

360 West 11th Street, NY

When I was searching for the perfect blog name (is there even such a thing), I was trying to tag my thoughts to reality. I really like some of the blog listers out there and to be quite honest, I'm not that inventive. I first heard about Julian Schnabel's West Village Curio from a friend who stood outside the Palazzo Chupi building and took photographs of it. I thought it looked surreal(like something out of Cayo Santa Maria). I wondered what it would be like to live in it.. Was it pink on the inside too?? (Sadly, as I researched it some more, I found out it wasn't). But to live in the penthouse at the pink panther costs a cool 10.5 million! It seems so civilianized, however it is a high-roller's pink paradise.I know it all sounds so frou frou, but it's something I admittedly want to see next time I pay a visit to NY. I could never afford to live there unless I was rich (or frolicking at the boom-boom room with Alfred, my 80 year old boy toy).. maybe one day I can even step foot in a unit, but who knows.. for now it will remain a mystery and my blog title..



If Richard Gere didn't live there, It would totally be rad..

I can feel my tubes tying themselves..

It's funny that with each passing decade, kids will always be kids.. It's just the decade that changes what they are into at the tender ages of 3 and up. They still don't like vegetables, they hate when you make them brush their teeth, and they don't want to go to bed at 8pm. They have amazing bullshit protectors on their little ears that make you crazy when they don't listen, and they have doe-faces expressions that melt you when they are upset or crying. You sometimes watch them when they sleep, just because they look so peaceful, and you tell everyone that your life became much more fullfilling since you have had children..

I THINK I AM INCAPABLE OF LOVING A CHILD, BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I COULD STRANGLE THE LITTLE SNOT-NOSED BRATS!!! I think something is wrong with me!

I feel none of these things for children! None at all. The only child I truly love and care for is my darling nephew (don't get me wrong, I have friends who have children, all of whom I love and care for). Could it be that this all changes when you have your own, because they are yours? I guess I will know when I decide to have a child just before my eggs are about to dry up... I dunno, what do you think??



Cute aren't they? But you can hear the screams just by looking at this photo. These kids are about 75 now, so karma is a real bitch.

I absolutely love these! www.modcloth.com is a fantastic website that has such interesting little tid-bits..

Snippity Chicks/Wallowing in the mire..

I have worked in hair salons for about 5 years now, thus, making a ton of hairdresser friends. I love them all!(they know who they are). At one point in my life I thought I, too wanted to be a 'stylist', later realizing that I infact hated people(I know, hate is such a strong word, but i'm jaded!). I love the aspect of creating an artistic expression on the human head, it being a blank canvass for my thoughts and feelings. I love the hues and shapes you can create, and the many era's you can relive through one simple sweep of the hair.. I love all it has to offer.. making people feel beautiful and confident, original, well-kept and pampered. I'm sure for many stylists, this is what they aspire to do for others, and themselves. Its their true passion (at least for the talented people I know and remain close with)...

BUT YOU CRAZY SPINSTER WOMEN, VOLVO-DRIVING SOCCER MOMS, AND RICH/CHEAP BROADS THAT I HAVE TO ENDURE DAY-IN AND DAY-OUT HAVE TURNED ME INTO AN ANTI-STYLIST!!!!!

That's right, I said anti-stylist.(ant-TEE-STI-list). It's kinda like being an antifascist, but negative..

I am sick of rebooking your appointments a year in advance, and then have you call back telling me to switch all the times to 5pm instead of 1pm and make them a root touch up in between highlight services, having me booking appointments and re-booking all day long..

I am sick of you coming into the salon asking if you can get an appointment with so and so, and when I proceed to say no, you walk in anyway and ask the stylist of choice yourself, going completely over my head.. why would I lie to you?? Unless your the queen of Sheba, your not gettin' in!!

I'm sick of how you preteen and emo-crazed boys, girls, and girl/boy/lady gaga types coming in asking to dye your hair blonde from jet black and not expect it to cost more than a root-touch up..then make a scene when you don't get your way! Go cut yourself to feel!!

When I was an assistant, I would shampoo your hair while you were on your cell phone, making it impossible to do, and I hated your for it!!

I could go on and on and on. But if your a hairdresser, I commend you. I commend you on your hard-work and patience. Your love of the craft oversees these petty annoyances and that makes you good at your job. You are a true stylist. I, on the other hand, am an anti-stylist. I love hair, I love the art. But there isn't much room for creativity around here anyways. Living in town like the shwa, the mullets are a dime-a-dozen! Not to mention the money-hungry salon owners and stylists that lack true creativity (this past year has shown me more phoney stylists than any other year in this business). I think I know some of the best stylists, and you all know who you are. Maybe I can still work with hair somehow, like dog grooming, or toupee making.. For now I'll just wallow in my crapulence--no wait that can't be right..



I love awkward bathroom snapshots.. Worked 12 hours today and I'm tired.. But love my freshly painted do.. Thanks Steph, you are a true stylist..

Where is all that sunshine??

I don't know what it is about the cold winter season that makes me want to sit at home all day, drink wine, and watch sundance films. Now I feel like I'm at a dead end with anymore ideas of what to rent! I have so far watched Lars and the real girl, 5 Minutes of Heaven, and 500 Days Of Summer (Joseph Gordon-Levitt--YUM!). I would love suggestions for more great films (anything will do- with the exception of mainstream films.. so that pretty much rules out anything with barbarians! {i.e-The Rock})

Feline Photoshoot

Your mother's bar..

Hittin' the hot spots around here are like going to visit your grandma with your trampy younger sister! There is nothing that makes the visit worth while, and you end up feeling like you were emotionally fondled by your wrinkly old grandpa. Whatever happened to grabbing a pint at the local pub casually without feeling like you are so overdressed your androgenous (and not in an artsy way). Not to mention all the pygeum-popping old timers asking me what I'm doing with "that guy" and not with him- what used to resemble a man, but now looks like a blob of wrinkly cheese on your plate of cold nachos. I think that will be my last night out in the shwa for a while. God bless a bottle of red wine and pay per view..

I'll take YOU on..

If you haven't heard of the infamous beats of Merril Nisker, now is the time. This is definetly my favorite album of 2009. Youtube her, you won't regret it.

Stacey..... CHERRY BOMB! She makes wearing dog collars look easy..

Alice in glass...

I first heard of Helmut Newton from my friend Stacey, who happens to be a big fan. His erotic yet strong photos portray the female body as artistic, beautiful, and tastefully sexual, and I wanted to know where his inspiration came from. As I researched my dear friends interest, I was intrigued by the lifestyle of Helmut's wife, June a.k.a Alice led- leaving her acting career behind to take up photography when her husband fell ill. She became a high end fashion photographer for many magazines including vogue, Elle, and Marie Claire. But what started only as a temporary sub-in position for Helmut, became a full-time talent. During Helmut's final days, June took several photos to capture bittersweet memories for the Helmut Newton Foundation in Berlin, that can be admired to this day. She definetly inspires me-- Stand by your man, steel his pants, and create untouchable masterpieces...

Diggin' for more..

I find the month of January to be so drab (no offense to all you capricorns and aquarians). There is nothing to do at this time of the year(at least where I'm from).
I need a few suggestions as to what I can do to fill in the empty space between work and home that is productive and entertaining. In the mean time, I'll be shopping online... such cute stuff at www.modcloth.com

The Best X-mas card we got this year...

Thanks Ryan, Amanda, and Ben!

New Decade, More Littering

I made a promise to myself this year to actually follow through with a New Years resolution, and so here it is:

Lose 10 more pounds- and not by starving some more

Its been such a hard year in terms of sobering up and kicking bad habits. Coming home from work at 9 pm and eating a whole chicken isn't cute, and it showed. The late night binges, watching the biggest loser and crying, making sure that I read inspiring novels and chicken soup for the fat girl's soul (F.Y.I- It's not ok to complain and do nothing about it, yes love yourself but not your bad habits, and your friends may be a major factor in weight gain-don't stop being friends- STOP EATING THEIR LEFTOVERS!)

So, as I lay next to my future I ask myself: Who do I want to be today? I realized I didn't want to be a new person everyday anymore, I wanted to just be me but thinner. Anyone who has ever been overweight knows how it is to want to be the skinny bitch, and be seen as interesting and cool. What a lot of people don't realize is how rad they really are when the peel off the layers.
Vanity is dangerous, but we all succumb to the mirror at some point in our lives. I decided to make the change to love, eat, live, and laugh and maybe do a few push-ups-- all in that order


Resolution #2:

Quit smoking.

This is always going to be a stone on my back. Even after a decade of succesfully not smoking, I will still be tempted. I love cigarettes. I love the way they burn the back of my throat, I love the way they make me dizzy in the morning, I love how I look like a rockstar when It hangs off the side of my mouth (that's just a figment of my imagination i think) I love the way my fiancee looks when it hangs off the side of his mouth. We all know how we feel when we drink and smoke-- like royalty. But in essence, some people think I smoked like Cruella Deville, and you know I think they are right. I hate worrying about cancer and this way I don't anymore. You will get to know me as a hypochondriac (thanks mom) and I tend to self-diagnose. According to my brain I've had ever disease known to mankind. Alas, even after knowing all of this, Mr. fag doesn't need to get me drunk to want to fool around! *sigh*


My final resolution was to create a blog..


I'm new to the blog world. I have read blogs. I have seen blogs. I know people who blog.

I didn't ever want to be a 'blogger', but as I type this out, I feel a sense of accomplishment and I have never felt more in touch with my feelings (grose). I feel no mind gaps or pauses, and It feels good to tell people how I really feel (I'm in customer service). I make a promise to you now to write something every few days maybe post a thought here and there and a picture or two, but I will be a blogger damnit!!

I think I'm going to like this...

Happy New Years.