Thursday, September 30, 2010

What Michael Jackson will look like in the year 2000

Ebony magazine circa 1985 ran this.

Doesn't he look like Bill Dee Williams?

Source [the perfect husband]



I just checked my wallet and I have money from three different countries (UK, Kenya, and the US)… I’m feelin’ all “international” right about now.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I want everything from life

This quote made me want to find out everything I can about Simone de Beauvoir… I’m greedy too.

"I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want."
- Simone de Beauvoir

Where are you going Batman?


Source [Awesome]

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

What Makes a Good Party?

Don’t you love those 1950’s educational films…

Cute Keep Calm Bookmark


I just purchased this cute bookmark from amazon (only $3), I can’t get enough of those “Keep Calm and Carry On” posters (more and more).

By the way, the book I was reading is Gypsy Boy by Mikey Walsh… it was ok, nothing to write home about and can be quickly read in one sitting or a weekend. It’s actually a terribly sad memoir about child abuse and British Gypsies.

whorishly pretty

I overheard someone describe a woman was “whorishly pretty”…

That made me laugh very, very hard.

Monday, September 27, 2010

I am the Love that dare not speak its name.

I'm sure you heard the saying, "the love that dare not speak it's name" or some variation of that, but do you know where it came from?

Lord Alfred Douglas

That's right, Lord Alfred "Boise" Douglas coined the term in his poem Two Loves published in 1894. Now most people believe that love, which we can't not speak of, is homosexuality. There, ya learn something new every day. Read the full poem below, it is quite beautiful.

Two Loves
by Lord Alfred Douglas

I dreamed I stood upon a little hill,
And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed
Like a waste garden, flowering at its will
With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed
Black and unruffled; there were white lilies
A few, and crocuses, and violets
Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries
Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets
Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun.
And there were curious flowers, before unknown,
Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades
Of Nature’s wilful moods; and here a one
That had drunk in the transitory tone
Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades
Of grass that in an hundred springs had been
Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars,
And watered with the scented dew long cupped
In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen
Only God’s glory, for never a sunrise mars
The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt,
A grey stone wall, o’ergrown with velvet moss
Uprose; and gazing I stood long, all mazed
To see a place so strange, so sweet, so fair.
And as I stood and marvelled, lo! across
The garden came a youth; one hand he raised
To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair
Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore
A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes
Were clear as crystal, naked all was he,
White as the snow on pathless mountains frore,
Red were his lips as red wine-spilith that dyes
A marble floor, his brow chalcedony.
And he came near me, with his lips uncurled
And kind, and caught my hand and kissed my mouth,
And gave me grapes to eat, and said, ‘Sweet friend,
Come I will show thee shadows of the world
And images of life. See from the South
Comes the pale pageant that hath never an end.’
And lo! within the garden of my dream
I saw two walking on a shining plain
Of golden light. The one did joyous seem
And fair and blooming, and a sweet refrain
Came from his lips; he sang of pretty maids
And joyous love of comely girl and boy,
His eyes were bright, and ‘mid the dancing blades
Of golden grass his feet did trip for joy;
And in his hand he held an ivory lute
With strings of gold that were as maidens’ hair,
And sang with voice as tuneful as a flute,
And round his neck three chains of roses were.
But he that was his comrade walked aside;
He was full sad and sweet, and his large eyes
Were strange with wondrous brightness, staring wide
With gazing; and he sighed with many sighs
That moved me, and his cheeks were wan and white
Like pallid lilies, and his lips were red
Like poppies, and his hands he clenched tight,
And yet again unclenched, and his head
Was wreathed with moon-flowers pale as lips of death.
A purple robe he wore, o’erwrought in gold
With the device of a great snake, whose breath
Was fiery flame: which when I did behold
I fell a-weeping, and I cried, ‘Sweet youth, Tell me why, sad and sighing, thou dost rove These pleasant realms? I pray thee speak me sooth What is thy name?’ He said, ‘My name is Love.’ Then straight the first did turn himself to me And cried, ‘He lieth, for his name is Shame, But I am Love, and I was wont to be Alone in this fair garden, till he came Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.’ Then sighing, said the other, ‘Have thy will, I am the Love that dare not speak its name.’

I want to visit...


I want to visit the Biltmore Estate in North Carolina… that place looks beautiful.

I go gaga over châteauesque-style mansions…

Sunday, September 26, 2010

How could it not be you?

"Have there been a lot of other women?”
“When I’m with you, I know there’s been no one,” he replied, which meant, of course, that there had been lots.
“Why me?”
Adam looked lost in thought. “How could it not be you?” he said at last.

Killing Me Softly (A Novel of Obsession) by Nicci French (my book review)

I Know I Can...


Source [Books, Paper, Scissors]

Saturday, September 25, 2010

How to open a new book




This photo of Prince at the 2010 BET Music Awards is priceless.

Friday, September 24, 2010

The Money Tree

So you are walking down the street and notice dollar bills hanging from a tree, what do you do?

Oh Charlie Brown...


Source [100 Notes]

That Sandra Bullock...


I don’t know her personally or anything… but I suspect Sandra Bullock would make a wonderful best-friend. She just seems like the type…

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Davy... V.C. Andrews


"Born in a brothel... raised in an orphanage... entranced by music..."

wait, you sure this isn't a V.C. Andrews novel?

Source [Good Show Sir]

Placing holds at the library

Just checked my library book holds queue, I’m currently #2 for The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and #269 for Freedom by Jonathan Franzen.

I know I could easily purchase these books (especially Freedom, I’m sure I won’t get that for another month or so), but it’s something I enjoy about waiting for books… the anticipation grows and then when I get that email notification that I can pick it up, I travel to the library and finally get to devour the text…. it’s like a mini adventure to get to read… picking the book up from the library makes the book more important to me… not sure if that makes sense to anyone but me…

Media Pundits and Sexism

"The emotional, sexual, and psychological sterotyping of females begins when the doctor says, 'It's a girl.'" - Shirley Chisholm

Watch this spoof:

Now watch the reality:

Not much difference, huh?

Source [Ad Freak]

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Chiwetel Ejiofor


I think he's a wonderful actor and oh so versatile! He can go from being an immigrant to a drag queen to a New York detective to a gangster with such ease... certainly a rising star.

Image Source [FY British Men]

If you love it so much why don't you marry it?

So I was reading a book and really enjoying it and thought, "I really love reading". Then I remembered Pee-Wee Herman's classic line, "If you love it so much why don't you marry it?" And then I thought, yes, "I love reading so much, I want to marry it and have lots of babies."

That is all.

Pretentious Upper Middle Class English Family

Thanks to The Catherine Tate Show we enter the world of posh British people... it's deliciously funny, even though I don't necessary get all the geographical references.

By the way, I L-O-V-E British double-barrelled last names.

It's from her The Aga Saga Woman skit.

If any British readers can explain the geographical references, I'd appreciate it... even though I kind of figure them out by the context clues. Cheers!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The best work related training video I've seen


Source [The Daily What]

Get up!

The first step is always the hardest.

Source [Exploding Dog]

Monday, September 20, 2010

I know what I want to be for halloween!

I know it's a bit early but last night I came up with the best Halloween costume! Lafayette from True Blood! There are so many outfits I can choose from and the bonus is I get to call everyone "Hookah" all night long!

Yeah, don't be hatin' I thought of it first... you can dress up as Lafayette too.

Is Clarie Huxatable gonna have to choke a b*tch


Vanessa royally effed up.

I finally uploaded some of my Uganda vacation photos

Uganda 2010

Sunday, September 19, 2010

What book would you bring on a desert island?

When people ask, "what book would you bring on a desert island?"

I always think, "well, that's a silly question, there isn't a book written I would like to read over and over again for the rest of my life - I'd go crazy doing that. Bunk that, I'm going to create a solar power Kindle and download EVERYTHING from Amazon, I mean who cares about the bill, I'm about to be on a desert island for the rest of my life."

Yup, that's what goes through my head when questions like that are said...


Source [we heart it]

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Kindle Reading...

I've noticed I read a lot slower on my Kindle than "real" books...

True Story


I really gotta netflix this show.

Source [the perfect husband]

Brian Viveros Art


Brian Viveros

Source [Soul on Life Support]

Friday, September 17, 2010

Rationalizing new purchases

I'm going to buy a new bookshelf tomorrow (IKEA)... and you know what that means? I'm going to buy more books! Yup, I'm going to move some items from my amazon wish lists into my shopping cart. I can't have a new bookshelf without a couple new books, right?

I want to color this in... where are my crayons?


Source [fy captain picard]

Louis CK on Being White


I knew it!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Growing old is a b*tch


The official Iggy Pop Shirtless Aging Timeline

Okay, that link was cruel... the dude is 63 years old give him some slack. Do we really expect celebrities to remain flawless?

Halle Berry this month

Of course, I suspect Halle Berry has a Picture of Dorian Gray going on because that chick just doesn't AGE!

Brideshead Revisited


The 1981 version of Brideshead Revisited was the best. There I said it.

Image Source [One morning made of rose and mystic blue]

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

How To Be Alone


Words That Don’t Exist in the English Language

L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.

Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.

Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.

Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.

Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.

Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.

Saudade: (Portuguese) A feeling of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which is lost. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might really never return.

Jamais Vu: (French) used to describe any familiar situation which is not recognized by the observer. Often described as the opposite of déjà vu.

Schadenfreude: (German) Taking pleasure in other people’s pain.

Iuákuči: (Yámana) To carry any living thing in the mouth and bring it into a boat.

Source [Heck yes, who-the-heck]

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Don’t make old-timey Omar kill your ass


"Man, clothes ain’t got no owners. Only wearers." - tumblr

Please tell me you get these references? If not, start watching The Wire today!

Source [Put this on]

having fun isn't hard when you've got a library card!


September is Library Card Sign-up Month!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Book Review: Endless Love by Scott Spencer

WARNING: MINOR SPOILERS (I do give a couple details of the story but they won't ruin the novel for you... read at your own risk)

After reading Endless Love by Scott Spencer I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. The novel is an extremely painful tale of a boy in love; unfortunately this love is not the healthy kind of teenage love we are use to. The protagonist, David is obsessed with his girlfriend Jade and her family. He is fascinated by them and they become his entire world. Even though Jade’s family, the Butterfield’s accepts their rather mature relationship (to the point of sanctioning their love making in their own home), David is eventually banished from the house and contact with Jade for 30 days. This 30 day banishment was too much for David to bear, so he concocts a plan to confront the Butterfields which goes horribly wrong.

We can possibly chalk up his plan to set a fire to their home as youthful recklessness without care to consequences but as I read further maybe the signs of mental illness (monomania, obsessive love, schizophrenia???) are apparent in David? Either way, David is charged with setting the fire and is separated from the Butterfields and his love, Jade. The novel continues as we read about David’s emotions and his struggle to get back to Jade and the Butterfields.

The novel is captivating in the brutally honest way David expresses himself and you share the journey of his obsession with Jade. Often times while reading I wondered if David was an unreliable narrator, and at times doubted Jade’s feelings for him. Was this powerful love a product of his imagination? But as the novel continues you start to see David as he is, a troubled boy whose emotions control his life.

Oh, I must note there is a rather graphic sex scene between David and Jade (they have intercourse while she’s on her period).

I wouldn’t necessarily call this a “page-turner” but the story does suck you in and you can easily finish it in a weekend (despite its 418 pages).

The novel was also made into a film starring Brooke Shields and Martin Hewitt, also I'm pretty sure you are familiar with the popular song My Endless Love by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie which was the theme to the film.

Ctrl-V, Ctrl-X, Ctrl -Z


Source []

Tchaikovsky vs Beethoven

If you ask me, I have to say Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture is better than Beethoven's 5th Symphony. But that's just me talkin'... I'm not even sure if you should or can compare them.

1812 Overture - The overture is best known for its climactic volley of cannon fire and ringing chimes

5th Symphony - Best known for starting with a distinctive four-note "short-short-short-long" motif twice

Sunday, September 12, 2010

The future needs to hurry up

Check out this impressive video about the Future of Screen Technology:

Source [Tame the Web]

The Amazon Fairy


Just got The Picture of Dorian Grey and Endless Love in the mail today!


Saturday, September 11, 2010

Interesting Book Binding


This book was described as "a bibliographical curiosity”.

I think it's pretty two people can read the book at the same time.

Source [Flickr]

Do not kill me! Pretty please


“Do not kill me! Pretty please” - written by anonymous Red Shirt fan who will surely be killed if he plans to get any TV time.

Source [Flickr]

Friday, September 10, 2010

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Book Review: Killing Me Softly by Nicci French


Killing Me Softly by Nicci French is a true page-turner. Immediately the novel pulls you into the intense love affair of Alice and Adam and you just devour the words to find out where this passionate love will lead.

Alice is involved with Jake, her comfortable live-in boyfriend of some years when one day walking to work she locks eyes with a handsome stranger, briefly they exchange an intense staring session but eventually continue to their separate designations. Leaving for lunch Alice notices the stranger is standing in the same spot “as if he hadn’t moved since this morning.” He tells her he was waiting for her and asks her to come with him – she does. They travel to his apartment via taxi without speaking and then engage in “obliterating” passionate love making. She leaves without knowing his name.

And that’s how the story begins; Alice has a passionate love affair with a man who seems to worship her. Their love is obsessive and Alice’s normal world shrinks to just Adam, the stranger she locked eyes with on the street.

Alice leaves Jake and sets up shop with Adam, the somewhat stoic mountain climber who only has eyes for Alice. The beginning of their relationship is made of the stuff people (well, me) day dream about, the terribly handsome stranger is smitten by you, he pays rapid attention to your every word, he can’t keep his hands off you, he’s spontaneous, he always makes you feel loved and desired and you feel the same way. But then reality creeps in, how much does Alice really know about Adam?

The novel takes you on a road where we find out more about Adam and the price that comes with an obsessive relationship. It’s a quick read which will surely keep you interested.

I have to add this little note which contains a spoiler, please don’t read if you plan to read the novel, but I just gotta say it! SPOILER ALERT (below)

If your friend gives you a sealed letter and says, “If I am found dead or if I disappear I want you to give this to the police,” naturally you will be shocked and curious. You might even open the sealed letter and read it, I mean, I might do it too, but if that said letter states, “If I am found dead or if I disappear and cannot be traced, then I will have been murdered by my husband, Adam Tallis,” do not, I repeat DO NOT show this letter to her husband, the same Adam Tallis. For f*cks sake! Why in the world would someone do this? Yes, you might believe your friend to be a bit mad or having a nervous break-down of some sort, but why in the hell would you tell the person she believes might kill her, I mean, even if she’s delusional, try to error on the side of caution.

That is all... I highly recommend this book for anyone looking for a quick read, beach read or have a long flight.

P.S. - The idea of obsession and crazy love is rather interesting to me and now I'm on a obsession book binge. I already created my obsession book list in goodreads, so next up I'm reading Endless Love by Scott Spencer.


Would it be wrong to take a day off work, just so I could finish reading a book?

I'm starting to think this is how addictions start... when they interfere in your normal life.
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Racism in America

I found these two interesting videos about racism in America and thought I'd share.

Episode One

Episode Two

Discuss among yourselves...

Source [STFU, Racists!!!]

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Accentuate the positives...


“Accentuate the positives - medicate the negatives.”
Amy Sedaris, I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

My Life...


Source [100 Notes]

Monday, September 6, 2010

Oh Raven...

This will probably be more funny if you are familiar with the show That's So Raven... but this made me laugh very hard.

Source [Not Exactly]

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Absolutely Fabulous


Eddie: Patsy hasn't eaten since 1974.
Patsy: A crisp, darling. A crisp.

I effin' love this show... you know what, I'm going to place the series in my amazon shopping cart, right now.

Image Source [Hope Unknown]

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Friday, September 3, 2010

Interesting Foreign Commercials


Apparently this is for abortion services in the UK. This ad would NEVER make it to air in the states.

Speaking of abortions, check out this fake commercial for Xtreme Abortion! (warning: don't click if easily offended), as the ad says, "Pro-life? Pro-Choice! No way! Pro-Fun!"

Source [AdFreak]

Thursday, September 2, 2010

They were whores in whores’ clothing

An excerpt from The Bluest Eye...

"Three merry gargoyles. Three merry harridans. Amused by a long-ago time of ignorance. They did not belong to those generations of prostitutes created in novels, with great and generous hearts, dedicated, because of the horror of circumstance, to ameliorating the luckless, barren life of men, taking money incidentally and humbly for their “understanding.” Nor were they from that sensitive breed of young girl, gone wrong at the hands of fate, forced to cultivate an outward brittleness in order to protect her springtime from further shock, but knowing full well was cut out for better things, and could make the right man happy. Neither were they sloppy, inadequate whores who, unable to make a living at it alone, turn to drug consumption and traffic or pimps to help complete their scheme of self-destruction, avoiding some silent mother. Except for Marie’s fabled love for Dewey Prince, these women hated men, all men, without shame, apology, or discrimination. They abused their visitors with scorn grown mechanical from use. Black men, white men, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jews, Poles, whatever – all were inadequate and weak, all came under their jaundiced eyes and were the recipients of their disinterested wrath. They took delight in cheating them. On one occasion the town well knew, they lured a Jew up the stairs, pounded on him, all three, help him up by the heels, shook everything out of his pants pockets, and threw him out of the window.

Neither did they have respect for women, who, although not their colleagues, so to speak, nevertheless deceived their husbands – regularly or irregularly, it made no difference. ‘Sugar-coated whores,’ they called them, and did not yearn to be in their shoes. Their only respect was for what they would have described as ‘good Christian colored women.” The woman whose reputation was spotless, and who tended to her family, who didn’t drink or smoke or run around. These women had their undying, if covert, affection. They would sleep with their husbands, and take their money, but always with a vengeance.

Nor were they protective and solicitous of youthful innocence. They looked back on their own youth as a period of ignorance, and regretted that they had not made more of it. They were not young girls in whores’ clothing, or whores regretting their loss of innocence. They were whores in whores’ clothing, whores who had never been young and had no word for innocence. "

- The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

If I Can't Have You

I just love this song.

If I Can't Have You by Etta James and Harvey Fuqua.

Carry on and have a wonderful day!
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