Try taking a journey by covered wagon across 2000 miles of plains, rivers and mountains. Try!
Get those goddamn kids to Oregon. And remember, you can’t carry all the buffalo meat, so maybe you shouldn’t shoot em buddy.
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14
Mar
09
Oregon Trail
11
Mar
09
Hello, Lally
Another baby, another vid.
08
Mar
09
The Butterfly Princess!
The butterfly princess had no hope, locked up in her castle by her evil Uncle Jim. She needs to run free with the butterflies and Jim just needs a friend. What are they to do?
Bobby Pocket had big dreams. One day, he’d be Southern California’s top volunteer firefighter singer songwriter.
Let’s watch how he does it, and who helps him along the way…
25
Feb
09
State of the Union
USA USA USA USA!!
State of the Union Addresses? Now, we’re 1 for 9 in the last 9!
Obama can give a speech. He looked comfortable and actually human around the midpoint. And it only got better as the minutes ticked on. Maybe he took ole Billy Boy’s criticism to heart and consciously tried to instill a message of hope into his address to Congress. Perhaps he had gotten into governance mode without realizing that the Prez is under the constant scrutiny of a popularity contest. Dick Cheney, may god have mercy on his soul, could get away with cold governance, shunning rah-rah press conferences and pick me ups to the public. Nobody really wanted to see him speak, anyways.
In these turbulent, tough times, Obama’s steady hand and calculated approach is reassuring, but we, as a Nation, need to be uplifted. Imagine the high school football coach enters the locker room before the big game and gives a 20 minute dissection of their game plan and outlines why they will probably win. That’s great, but you need a little arm pumping, heart thumping, adrenalin rush to cap it off.
Obama delivered last night. Great speech. Time to govern.
25
Feb
09
A Very Mexican Vampire Christmas
Prepare to be spooked! Pour yourself a bloody mary and board up the windows…
22
Feb
09
Candy Candy
Who doesn’t love candy? Candy?
15
Feb
09
Christmas Videos!!
Tis the season! Please enjoy…
This first christmas tale is about how a young boy’s search for his father leads him to the hideous beast that terrorizes the town. But looks may be deceiving as the boy confronts his fears and even makes a friend in the process. Inspired by a true story.
12
Feb
08
The Mars Volta
The Mars Volta. TMV. Volta. A bunch of talented musicians making music, lead by Omar Rodriguez-Lopez and Cedric Bixler-Zavala. They are not a product of anything. Does it seem like they’re in this for a quick buck? With 8 minutes songs, haunting sometimes indecipherable lyrics, I don’t think so. Are they in it to make us, the fans, happy? NO! They make this music because it brings them happiness. It’s something they have a talent for and love to do. Isn’t that the purpose in life, to be happy day in and day out?
That’s why I don’t understand all the TMV bashing on the internet box… Who are you people? You always lead by righteously stating that Deloused was awesome, but then their subsequent music just didn’t do it for you. It was all wrong. Omar lost his edge. Cedric’s fire went out. With all those instruments, how could they produce such little sound? News flash Johnny Introvert, they don’t give a shit what you think! Why can’t they make their music? If you don’t like it, that’s fine, tell the world. But move on, no sense clogging the internet with toxic waste. Not everyone are aficionados like you, so why spoil it for the next grom? Wow, I really like this new album! I waited so long for it! says the wide-eyed grom. EVERYTHING AFTER DELOUSED IS CRAP. THEY REALLY GOTTA GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER.
Hooray for you. This isn’t a competition – not between you and Volta, not you and the other bloggers, not even you and your own insecurities, at least it shouldn’t be. This is expression of the soul through music. Its a celebration, a lamentation, a question, a journey, an explosion, a message:
GET OVER YOURSELF, and have a great day.
Please read this interview from The Onion’s AV Club:http://www.avclub.com/content/interview/omar_rodriguez_lopez_of_the
Woman Combing Her Hair, by Edgar Degas
I love this painting. I want to fall in love with the woman combing her hair, sitting there on the floor, towels strewn about.
She is in an efficiency apartment, facing the corner of the room. Her body is stunning, her complexion fair. Sitting comfortably on a plush rug, her right leg stretched ahead, slightly bent, her eyes remain closed. There’s no mirror to see her, not in this corner. She hums to herself, nothing you’d know, just something sweet and steady. The muscles in her shoulders curl and recede like soft ocean waves, calmed by a sturdy reef, wetting the sands. Her posture acquired during finishing school accentuates her fertile shape. She is the summation of events from childhood and her years of adulthood yet to come. Grace and beauty, comfortably on the floor, relaxed, fit, desired. Combing though her amber hair, she is alone. She needn’t see or be seen. She doesn’t have to perform, nor smile, nor laugh. I’m not here.
Below, is a reflection of how I saw the painting one night in 2006.
