Plurk goes to the Grammys

Just a random sampling of the insanity that is plurk. All names have been removed to protect the innocent ....

"Attention Plurk. The Grammys are not on here yet.

Reading freaky fanfics and waiting for the Grammys to start.

in my perfect world: tonight Lady Gaga steals the mic from Kanye to avenge Taylor Swift...just a prediction for the Grammys

who in the heck are all these new artists of the year?

Pink on the Grammys: "Cirque du *get* laid!"

one thing about the grammies. i keep feeling too young or too old. wtf ?

OMFG! Celine Dion, Smokey Robinson, Usher, Jennifer Hudson and Carrie Underwood with da late Michael Jackson-Earth Song in 3D

Funny what you find out about people by what they plurk about The Grammys.

Dang !!! Quentin Tarantino Is just awesome acting a Hip Hop/Rap White Boy grammys

the Grammys were interesting, and that's all I'm gonna plurk about it. lol

almost time for the grammys again XD

Good morning! I enjoyed the Grammys last night. What did you think?"

Yes some may call it a waste of time but i like to think of it as, well, as always the urban dictionary may say it best.
'The only way to talk in the third person without sounding like a douche'

tuneage

Observations from the Window

With the warm sun streaming in i could just curl up and spend the afternoon here. Maybe i will.

Sunday afternoon seems to be the deadest time on the street below. That just seems off to me. may Villagers are religious after all. On Sunday we shall rest. Or maybe its just we got no sleep for three days and cant move.

I'm reading the paper and find that I am getting a new neighbor. Anderson Cooper bought an old firehouse just a few blocks away.

Now I'm not, and never have been, attracted to guys. But if i was, and made a list, i think Anderson would be at the top of it. I think I'll be walking around that block from time to time.

Maybe I need a dog I can walk.

I think the guy across the street is checking me out. I wonder if i should wave or flash him ??

"Buy the ticket, take the ride" Hunter S. Thompson

tuneage

from the window, Queers

We were working in the gallery yesterday when a woman walked in, mid 50s and dressed to black perfection, but seemingly upset about something. In the end it turned out she had overheard a staight couple talking on the street. Something to the effect of ‘I have never seen so many queers before in my life’. This totally upset her and I just had no idea why or what to say. Maybe it was the age difference but I think I would have looked at them and said ‘nice isn’t it’.

To me it’s just a word. My brother will be the first to tell you I ‘am’ queer and always have been. Than again maybe he has something else in mind. Some gays will say it’s inappropriate for any straight person to use the word queer. For them I leave this vid.

Lewis Black

This just seems to be one of those times I’m writing to make myself think. Just trying to understand how that woman felt. I guess I’m just too proud or arrogant to let a word bother me now. Maybe in high school I felt different but today call me what ever you want. The worst thing you can possibly think of. It will just bring that evil little knowing smile to my face. I’ll have to think about all this another day.

For now I’m just a woman who loves women. That works for me.

Tuneage

In a related note, a new activist group, Queer Rising, announced its existence on Martin Luther King Day. Now that is gay.

Sara, part I

“One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal. Soon we'll need a new definition.” Alvin Toffler

When you spend any amount of time in rehab you spend a lot of time thinking. Hopefully thinking about what got you there and what it’s going to take to keep you from coming back. Sometimes self-pity creeps in because this has never happened to anybody before and it wasn’t your fault in the first place.

The facility I was in didn’t allow TVs in your room. There was a big common room and they would do anything to bring everybody together. But being at my antisocial worst, the summer’s events hadn’t helped matters, I spent a lot of time alone in my room. Besides nobody was going to tell me I had to socialize.

My dad was always an avid collector of music and at the time my ipod was filled with 70s and 80s music. I would sit in my room for hours listening and thinking. Constantly thinking about my past, my messed up present, and my hazy unsure future. Wrestling with my demons that always seemed to be getting the upper hand.

Than one day Fleetwood Mac’s song Sara came on. As I listened I whispered to myself ‘fucking Sara’. And in an instant all my demons, torments, and hatreds had a name.

Sara ….

tuneage

Tunes 126

In which I continue my journey through the dark underbelly of music.

My sister is a big 'American Idol' fan and sometimes sends me emails giving me the highlights of the show. When I saw this vid all I could think of was a clip she sent me with Adam Lambert and Simon saying "What the hell was that?". I think if you took the worst traits of a Vegas lounge act and a pretty boy, shook them together, and pored them on the ground you would end up with Adam Lambert.

When the VJ said Lambert's debut CD was an instant classic I almost gagged on my dinner. The video itself may be stunning but my personal feeling is that the song is just another piece of pop fluff crap that will forgotten in a year or two as the next batch of American Idol winners hits the streets. Or maybe it is just a poor Fall Out Boy ripoff.

"So hot out the box, Can we pick up the pace, Turn it up, heat it up, I need to be entertained ...."

Funny thing was I still felt that way after I heard his tune.

For Your Entertainment

Question, Have you ever been to a bar/restaurant that had baskets of fortune cookies on the tables ??

Techno

For the longest time I worked in a techno club in sl. One of my oldest friends in sl became a dj and still is. Now I like almost any style of music. I don’t go a minute in the day without something playing in the background. But I never did understand the different styles of electronic music. Maybe because before I had worked there I had never listened to any of it. And, truth be told, I still can’t stand some of it. But with the clubs in the Village I keep running into new styles and sounds so I was reading an article about techno music and found a list of styles. This is just a partial list ….

ambient house, ambient techno, dark ambient, psybient, breakbeat, big beat, nu skool, progressive breaks, eurodance, eurobeat, spacesynth, acid jazz, chillout, new age, new jazz, trip hop, electro backbeat, electro pop, europop, euro trance, hardcore, darkcore, breakcore, speedcore, terror core, house, acid house, electronica, freestyle, progressive house, tribal house, techno, synergy, industrial, ambient industrial, death electro, dark industrial, death industrial, electro industrial, industrial metal, jungle, transcore, darkstep, neurofunk, cybermetal, darkwave, electro rock, electropunk, new wave, synthpunk, acid techno, minimal, tech house, tech trance, acid trance, dream trance, euro trance, hardstyle, new rave, hardcore breaks, rave breaks ….

And my personal fav that I think the world could do without, christian industrial.

I still don’t get it and it makes my head spin.

tuneage

Thoughts to the Day

I had an appointment today with a doctor friend of a doctor friend. My friend gave me her name and said ‘you know. Just incase’. So on this rainy morning, when I just as soon have stayed in bed all morning, I crawled onto the bus and went to meet this person ‘you know. Just incase’. So we had one of those ‘nice to meet you may I pick your brain conversations’ for fifteen minutes.

Now I’m sitting in my window watching the wet street and thinking about two things she said.

“What do you want to do with your life?” and “If you have to ask yourself, should I do this? Then you probably shouldn’t”. Two simple sentences that have oh so much meaning to them.

The first one is easy. Since I first picked up that pink crayon I’ve wanted to be n artist of some kind. I always thought I was born to be one. That being said what makes an artist? Do I have to be a successful artist and earn a living from my art? In the end I paint for myself. I try to tell myself that I don’t care what anybody else thinks but I know that’s not true. I care to a certain extent and I love when somebody enjoys something I did but really what matters is that I like it myself. So do I paint Elvis or little dogs on velvet and make some money to buy things. Or do I do what I love and have more of the things money can’t buy? I think I know the answer to that.

The second one is a little tougher. Not a question but a statement. For most people it’s probably a no brainer. But for me, with my history, if I lived by that statement I’d have never done half of what I have done. I know that when she said it she was talking about lifestyle choices or such earth shattering things. But as I look out the window my mind wanders to everything and anything. If I lived my life by that statement I wouldn’t be sitting in my window writing this I’d be in the mountains. No I’d be living at my Dad’s. No I’d be ….

So I’ll add my own statement of the day ….

Life is for real, there’s no rehearsal ….

tuneage

Off the Top of my Head

Continuing a trend ….

I want to own a motorcycle.

I want to spend the night in a sleeping bag on the 50 yard line in Beaver Stadium. Than watch the sun come up over the mountains. I want a house in the mountains. Or maybe on the beach, or the mountains, or ….

I want to drive really fast. No I’m talking really fast! I want to break a windshield with a sledge hammer, but not mine.

One day I want to do something for the people that helped me in rehab. Something that means as much to them as what they did meant to me.

I want to learn to bake. No not learn to sew but learn to bake. I like food i don't like the thought of sewing.

I want to fly fish in Montana and lay naked on Kee Beach on the north shore of Kauai.

I want to paint a painting that a hundred years from now will be considered a masterpiece. I have no idea how Ill know I’ve done this. And I also know this is a little presumptuous and maybe a bit vain. but Whatever.

I want to make a really good cup of coffee and play in a poker tournament in Vegas. Go to carnival in Rio and Oktoberfest in Munich.

I want to sit on a bench outside the Louvre and smoke a cigar.

tuneage

Tunes 122

So I was toying with the idea of doing like music reviews. Than that morphed into what i thought a song meant. Which begat this. Just a tune of the moment with no meaning what so ever. Doesn't mean I like it doesn't mean i don't. Whatever ....

So for the very first time I geek from a bar in the Village. Tequila, Corona, and my lap in front of me. My 'agent' be damned. So I'm looking at the 7 foot wide screen and see these lips come on the screen. At the moment all i can think is this. My goth, metal, head banging life has devolved to this. Electro Euro Syn Pop Shit.

Where the hell did I go wrong ....

But she is kinda cute ....

La Roux

Passion

"Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless." Honoré de Balzac

What exactly is passion? Or what would a life be like without passion?

I’m passionate about art, any art at all. Art, music, film, architecture, sculpture it doesn’t matter. Of course painting is my favorite form but I love anything artistic. Artistic expression takes many forms. I seem to surround myself with passionate friends. Whether for film, art, field hockey, sports in general, or that driving desire to know why something is. I’ve known people so passionate about one work of art (or one style or one artist) that they devote their entire life to studying it.

Some people are said to passionate about life itself. Is that possible? Are we born with our passions already hardwired into our brain or does it develop over time?

“Passionate - having, compelled by, or ruled by intense emotion or strong feeling”

To often showing emotion is considered bad or almost a sin. The real sin is suppressing that passion of your youth deep inside you until it dies. The real crime refusing to say what needs to be said, to do what needs to be done, or to feel what we actually feel.

It is said passion is food for the soul and feeds inspiration.

I think I asked more questions than I answered ....

tuneage

the devil and Rush update

original

just thought i would share .....

"I have been to Haiti way, way back a long time ago when it was a cruise ship stop, Port Au Prince, and I've seen pictures of Haiti. It is a devastatingly poor place. Nothing has ever changed, and right across the mountain ridge in the middle you've got the Dominican Republic, which is like night and day. It's like night and day. What is the one common factor. That place, Haiti, has been run by dictators and communists. How long is it going to be, how long is it going to be, before we hear Obama and the Left in this country say that what we really need to do is reinstate the communist Aristide to the leadership position down there, to coordinate putting the country back together. The Haitian economy is entirely dependent on foreign aid. They produce nothing, zilch, zero, nada, and it's been that way for the longest time." Rush Limbaugh

"Something happened a long time ago in Haiti, and people might not want to talk about it. They were under the heel of the French. You know, Napoleon III and whatever. And they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said, 'We will serve you if you will get us free from the French. True story. And so, the devil said, 'OK, it's a deal.' And they kicked the French out. You know, the Haitians revolted and got themselves free. But ever since, they have been cursed by one thing after the other. Desperately poor. That island of Hispaniola is one island. It's cut down the middle. On the one side is Haiti; on the other side is the Dominican Republic. Dominican Republic is prosperous, healthy, full of resorts, et cetera. Haiti is in desperate poverty. Same island. They need to have and we need to pray for them a great turning to God." Pat Robertson

".... They are the scum of the earth, and there is no merit in allowing their inclusion in the national conversation to continue.They are free to say it. We are free to shout them down. The time has come."

amen

the scum of the earth

tuneage

the Mood

As long as I can remember it’s been called ‘the mood’. It comes from a time I was a little girl, yes I was, and was throwing a fit of some kind. My mom asked me if I was in a mood and it’s been called that ever since. It’s as if a dark cloud descends on my brain. It can build over time, so I have some warning, or it can strike without any warning at all. It can last for an hour, a day, or once a whole summer.

Sometimes when it happens I just want to left alone to sulk. Just be my anti-social self. Not talk to another soul and maybe feel a little sorry for myself. At its worst I just hate the world and everything around me. It seems to feed on itself and loves the darkest most depressing music it can find.

Once I tried to describe to a friend how sometimes I can literally see emotions in my head. Not just feel them but see them too. It’s really hard to explain. Almost as if somebody grabbed the contrast knob in my head and gave it a spin. That being said the whole idea of this post was to try and describe what I see when I am in my mood. Now I’m not so sure I can.

Other than a doctor friend of mine I have never tried to put it in words before. I’m not so sure it’s possible without seeming a bit crazy. But than again I have never been one to consider myself normal. I have never tried acid but, ill tell you what, it has to be something like this only in a darker way. Everything is clear and heightened but somehow darker. I guess I just can’t explain it. I read about van Gogh and sometimes wonder what he saw.

Maybe one day Ill paint my own Starry Night

tuneage

Things

I Love ....

To wear black and look at bright shades of blue. A cold Corona with a lime rubbed on the mouth of the bottle. A good cup of coffee. The sound of the ocean rolling onto the beach and the smell of the mountains. A wood fire.

B&W photography and fireworks. I love being the loner and talking to friends. Candles and waking up in a dark bedroom wrapped in my blanket.

Long hot showers ….

Warm cookies, seafood, everything bagels, and hot spicy foods. Movies that go boom. Shakespeare, Bruce Willis, and ‘24’. I love to read when I have time, the SyFy network, and MSNBC.

The feel of soft leather on my bare legs ….

Gazing at the full moon on a cloudless night and lightning. I love driving my beetle ‘Foxy’ on the interstate with top down. Female bass players, loud music, and the quiet of a soft snowfall.

My family, my friends, and wearing leather jackets. Always wearing leather jackets.

I love my art ….

I seemingly love life more everyday

tuneage

the Mountains

It’s been barely three weeks and it seems I miss my mountains already. State College was basically built in the geographic center of Pennsylvania. The gods only know what they were thinking. But drive fifteen minutes in any direction and you can be lost in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

I love those mountains. In the spring as everything begins to turn green. Almost a green haze seems to be floating in the air. The hot humid summers when the air is so thick and hazy you can almost reach out and grab it. In the fall the trees change into colors almost unimaginable. And the cold crisp winters when the air is clear and deer run around looking for food.

I’ve walked alone through those mountains for almost ten years. I’ve sketched in them, drank in them, and sat and read in them. OK I’ve done some things I’m not going to mention in them too. But most of all I would just sit for hours and think. I’d sit and clear my brain of all the crap that would build up in it. Looking around amazed at the beauty of something so simple but yet so stunning.

It’s something that’s really hard to explain.

“You can take the girl out of the mountains, but can you take the mountains out of the girl??”

I don’t know the answer to that yet. Time will tell.

I miss them. They keep me sane ….

tuneage