Friday, April 08, 2011
Thursday, April 07, 2011
I will be in the same room as Robert Plant
I'm so F L I P P I N excited to see the dude on stage next week!!! I wonder what is line up with be.
for now, I enjoy this amazing tune (click on link below)
http://www.playlist.com/playlist/additem/66720273
for now, I enjoy this amazing tune (click on link below)
http://www.playlist.com/playlist/additem/66720273
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Still working on the eat, pray, love thing
I just sometimes wish I could go to Bali to figure it all out. This life lesson stuff is so tough to bear
Thursday, March 31, 2011
I ain't scared of you
Heard this ditty on 88.9 and liked it right away. I think we'll be hearing more from this singer in the future. She is getting a lot of great press for her debut album.
And I thought I heard on World Cafe that she is accompanied by Dan Auerbach of the Black Keys and he produced it which is even BETTA!
And I thought I heard on World Cafe that she is accompanied by Dan Auerbach of the Black Keys and he produced it which is even BETTA!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The wind screams mary
I had to pick a song to sing tonight at Karaoke.
and...
well...
"somewhere a queen is weeping. Somewhere a king has no wife."
and...
well...
"somewhere a queen is weeping. Somewhere a king has no wife."
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
A love story of a father and his children
"Biutiful" starring Javier Bardem, seen at the Oriental. Not just another night at the movies, folks.
Monday, March 14, 2011
The soul needs beauty for a soul mate
...When the soul wants...the soul waits
It doesn't matter about time and space between people. If there is real love, nothing can stop it. And one need not search for it. If it's real, love will find YOU.
It doesn't matter about time and space between people. If there is real love, nothing can stop it. And one need not search for it. If it's real, love will find YOU.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Saturday, January 08, 2011
What is love?
I've enjoyed the film, "Paper Heart" regarding the subject of love -- finding it, falling into it, being in it, staying in it, going after it, missing it and really knowing it's the real thing. It is a subject that has left me entirely nonplussed and begging the question of what is the true, real kind? And do I really believe in it or am I just conditioned socially to think it really exists? By the many interviewed in this film, it sounds like many do.
must have backbone
This caught my attention and I am trying to live by it.
"Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be."
- Elizabeth Gilbert, writer of "Eat, Pray, Love"
"Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be."
- Elizabeth Gilbert, writer of "Eat, Pray, Love"
Friday, January 07, 2011
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Five Leaves Left
I heard the haunting voice of Nick Drake today singing with his guitar over the speakers in a Cafe while I started to write a screenplay.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Paying my dues
It seems to happen often during this season -- car issues, expensive repairs, etc. Last year I certainly paid my dues. Sure enough, this week my furnace breaks and I get a flat tire on my car and have discovered my car is going through oil too. Sometimes being a grown up, especially one who is completely on her own in the middle of winter, sucks ass.
But I am the independent woman in my life who can handle it and take on anything so universe, have some more challenges for me? BRING IT. I will rise above.
But I am the independent woman in my life who can handle it and take on anything so universe, have some more challenges for me? BRING IT. I will rise above.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Monday, December 06, 2010
frost on my windows but a warm heart inside
It's probably about time for this girl to write a gratitude list. Oh, and to get into the Christmas spirit. Yeah...true that. I'd be OK without a white Christmas though seeing as how I have to shovel or snow blow. Yuck.
You played it to the beat
Great new song! Definitely a chick tune.
We could have had it all...
Rolling in the Deep
Your had my heart...Inside of your hand
And you played it...to the beat (Rolling in the deep)
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Not your flower
Must quote something I heard recently: "If you're not prepared to risk the thorn, then you don't deserve the rose."
Monday, November 22, 2010
the rose of the day
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
ee cummings
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
ee cummings
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Poem for a fall day
Lincoln Park ménage,
legends like these leaving
laceration on my sentiment
like a lucid lover.
Confines of a bus window cannot
steal away this presence on the brain.
Intimacy resided here,
leaving traces of brilliant affect.
Stately porches among climbing oaks
and sugar maple, wrap my ethos
like a tenderly knitted shawl. Leaves,
like dancing suede-like vestiges,
golden cinnamon, butterscotch topaz,
glowing copper ruby,
croon in high-pitched song along frigid sidewalks.
Grazing the earth like bohemians, they carry
onwards to numerous rows of old white houses
and brownstones. Angry wind
scours the crumbling pavement as
sunlight fades to amber lamps.
Dwelling now in my own deeply felt history and
coming of age, the backpack is
heavy as I journey toward
the brighter truth.
Veracity: I embrace you,
as one holds a fresh day in their heart.
legends like these leaving
laceration on my sentiment
like a lucid lover.
Confines of a bus window cannot
steal away this presence on the brain.
Intimacy resided here,
leaving traces of brilliant affect.
Stately porches among climbing oaks
and sugar maple, wrap my ethos
like a tenderly knitted shawl. Leaves,
like dancing suede-like vestiges,
golden cinnamon, butterscotch topaz,
glowing copper ruby,
croon in high-pitched song along frigid sidewalks.
Grazing the earth like bohemians, they carry
onwards to numerous rows of old white houses
and brownstones. Angry wind
scours the crumbling pavement as
sunlight fades to amber lamps.
Dwelling now in my own deeply felt history and
coming of age, the backpack is
heavy as I journey toward
the brighter truth.
Veracity: I embrace you,
as one holds a fresh day in their heart.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Pillow thoughts
Love is a dream that keeps waking me in the indigo twilight, nudging me to strive for the real thing. It kisses the side of my face and whispers that it really exists in a world of excess and deceit. The possibilities are leading me to an auspicious morning sun.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Simple things you wanted to know
I watch the sun,
as it touches you while you sleep
You gave me something,
that I wanted to keep
I see you smile like a little child
And hold you crying when it all goes wild
Oh
We could feel this way forever
-Moby
as it touches you while you sleep
You gave me something,
that I wanted to keep
I see you smile like a little child
And hold you crying when it all goes wild
Oh
We could feel this way forever
-Moby
Monday, August 30, 2010
Letting go of worry
45% of things that people worry about, never happen
To let it go and finally relax, I have to say: I know not what things may come my way, but I will change it where I can and accept it where I can't.
To let it go and finally relax, I have to say: I know not what things may come my way, but I will change it where I can and accept it where I can't.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Great movie line
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
New tune by Arcade Fire
Ready to start
Businessmen drink my blood
Like the kids in art school said they would
And I guess I'll just begin again
You say can we still be friends
If I was scared, I would
And if I was bored, you know I would
And if I was yours, but I'm not ...
...I would rather be wrong
Than live in the shadows of your song
My mind is open wide
And now I'm ready to start
Businessmen drink my blood
Like the kids in art school said they would
And I guess I'll just begin again
You say can we still be friends
If I was scared, I would
And if I was bored, you know I would
And if I was yours, but I'm not ...
...I would rather be wrong
Than live in the shadows of your song
My mind is open wide
And now I'm ready to start
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