Thursday, May 31, 2007
Might as well....
|Since my brain is fried like a piece of chicken....|
You might as well read something interesting by somebody else....
Todd Alcott's Online Gives James Bond a going over. - Click here
The Voice of Dr. Venture has a voice of his own! - Click here
One of the guys behind The Venture Brothers - click here
What do you mean, you don't know what "The Venture Brothers" is? Look here and get the skinny. - click here
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Yeah, so what, it's an update....
|What can I say? Here on my pink and blue art deco nightmare of a blog page?|
Should I say that my life is a terrifying mess? That’s the truth.
Should I say that I’ve wasted half my life wandering around with no idea about anything? That would be the truth too.
But God, that is depressing.
Windows Vista Sucks! NVIDIA Sucks! iTunes Sucks too! None of the 3 of the vendors will work together and the new machines are not working well at all. Steer clear!
You like the trash characters appearing in the above text? That is from cutting and pasting Microsoft Word's supposedly regular rich text into a web page. That sucks too.
Bill Gates hated IBM now he is worse than IBM.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Who the hell thought this up?
|Who thought this up? Who is stupid enough to fall for it?|
I mean come on! Plastic surgery is ok if you've had a horrific accident or 14 kids or a bad encounter with a farm animal...but really!?!?!?! Have it chopped because it isn't pretty!?!?! Hasn't anybody told these women what it's supposed to be used for?????
Jezebel is a cool new online magazine for women. Not animated plastic dolls.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Get thee to an opera house!
|Sunday's performance of Tosca was almost as good as.....|
Almost good as, um, chocolate covered pecans. Ok?
The tenor, Antonello Palombi was incredible. Perfection!
I'm in love! I'm hooked! I'm going to be one of those nut cases who goes to see him in nearby cities. I can tell.
His web site is:
Tonight I'm sitting in the studio listening to Jose Cura, Thomas Hampson, and Samuel Ramey.
I'm fickle it's true. Last week it was Terrence Mann. I will give Mr. Mann his due...he has a beautiful voice too. Ooooo but I'm a nut for an Italian Tenor.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Can you dig it?
|Today's little ditty on the Hi-Fi is from Samuel Ramey's Album "A Date With The Devil". It's a little tune called "I was never saner."|
Below are the lyrics...Take the time to read them and see if you "can dig it"!
I was never saner.
So my freaky darlings! Does this not seem the way of life to you?
Well then I might add that this little lilting lyric was written by Igo Stravinsky around 1950 for an opera called the "The Rake's Progress".
Now who says they don't understand opera?
This afternoon I've got tix for a performance of Tosca. Pucinni at his finest, suspicion, betrayl, jealousy, murder, suicide, execution, and a whole bucket full of singing. All in 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Samuel Ramey.......the deep dark voice that curls the toes!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Screaming for Myself
|The honeymoon is over. I'm doing the goose step again. Trying to impress my nazi masters. They are all the same...this I know. |
The only difference is the money. Well, the money and the rats. Now there are no rats gnawing at my bookshelves while I work.
So I step it out in my bizarre cat costume. Singing and dancing.
Yes my new boss stares at my breasts. I cross my arms over my chest when he's around, it makes him look me in the eye.
So I'm still dancing the dance and shaking my ass. But now I am sure that I hate the dance no matter where I do it.
But today is a sunny Saturday and I've better things to do than sit here and scream for myself. Painting class this afternoon. Jose Cura this morning. All the while in the back of my mind, I'm hammering together a plan to leave the cabaret life forever.
In the meantime...... "Welcome to the Cabaret" my old friends welcome to cabaret.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
There is nothing left....
|There is nothing left but madness and death.|
Beauty is broken and ground to dust.
Fear and bruises, tiny crushed bits.
Let the madness come, if that way lies freedom, if that way lies light.
In the dark I sit, the death card drawn and laying silent in my hand. The High Priestess backs him up. The whirlwind has yet to begin.
Die to the old way of life, let the past fall away. Shed want and lack. Be arrayed like the lillies of the field that neither spin nor toil, that are here one day and on the fire the next. Turning, turning, in the wheel of life.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
A uniform man?
A uniform man in uniform?
Who does he believe he is? Who would I believe he is?
If the pain in every nerve of my body would burn down to an ember, stop crackling like a brush fire consuming dry tinder......
But there is no sense in trying to make sense.....
You know who you are...whether you know it or not.
You know where you are...whether I know it or not.
Bring the magic.
I summon you.
This half-note. This full-note pause. Where I should catch my breath, is twisting the spark or life out of me.
Whistle if you can hear me! Give me hope that you are on your way..traversing the dark road through the mountains, looking for the lights of my home.
Whistle if you can hear me! Give me hope that you are real.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
|Do you like the pink and blue?|
Who knows...I may change the colors again tonight.
The new laptop bit the dust in 3 days. So back it goes. The old laptop "pops off" frequently.
I've got a cold 5 pack of Schlitz in the fridge and they are screaming my name. I need my art studio up and running.
This week I meet the manager who assigns the work on this digital plantation. We'll see what happens. I've heard he can be difficult. So what's new?
Starting the search for my home at the beach. Listed my lot in VA for sale.
I'm moving to Tybee island when I retire. Now I just have to decide how and when to make that happen.
Had strange dreams about snogging Bobby Flay last night. Time to let up on the nerve tonic.
I'd rather have Alton Brown or Terrence Mann. (No disrespect to Bobby or those gentlemen..but if my subconcious is going to steal men from real life...I want it to pick someone I'd like to experience!)
Well cuz. Drop me a line or phone. Probably won't be online due to technical difficulties.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Where's the girl?
|Let the girl in your heart tumble free|
Bring your renegade heart home to me
In the dark of the morning, I'll warm you
I'll rouse you
Where's the girl?
I remember days full of restlessness and fury
I remember nights that were drunk on dreams
I remember someone who hungered for the glory
I remember her, but it seems she's gone
Where's the girl with the blaze in her eyes?
Where's the girl with that gaze of surprise?
Now and then I still dream she's beside me
Where's the girl who could turn on the edge of a knife?
Where's the girl who was burning for life?
I can still feel her breathing beside me And
I know she remembers how fearless it feels
To take off with the wind at her heels
She and I took this world like a storm
Don't forget I know who you are
We were cut from the same surly star
Like two jewels in the sky sharing fire
Where's the girl so alive and still aching for more?
We had dreams that were worth dying for
We were caught in the eye of a storm
Let the girl in your heart tumble free
Bring your renegade heart home to me