January 28, 2009

*wishful thinking


1. Natural bedhead hair. All the time. With no needs to ever be tended to.

2. The ability to do a convincing (see: deliberately smudged) smoky eye.

3. 24/7 go-to sweater-and-leggings attire. Appropriate for all occassions.

4. For my cursing to come across as endearing,

not expected and congruent to all my personality traits.

5. Dance moves that are part pusher*, part provocative.

Part suggestive, part soulja*.

Part hot, part hood.

6. An accent.

7. For Noreaga to owe me a hundred favors.

Here I am:

*slang terms


Signs Now All the Time

January 28, 2009


Confession: Heard this on episode of “Gossip Girl” (my current forever-and-always obsession). Haven’t stopped YouTube-ing it since. The version playing in the background of “O Brother, Where Bart Thou?” was acoustic, but this will have to do. In my opinion, Kele’s voice never matched his face. Lovely.

Bloc Party.Intimacy (Deluxe Edition).Signs.

Our President, The Addict.

January 17, 2009


In November of last year, much speculation was made about our President’s addiction. He is, after all, a slave to the monkey on his back, and machine on his hip; the ubiquitous Crackberry. In his case, the 8700c.

Like a fiend attempting recovery, Barack Obama has taken the first step in any 12-part program, and admitted to having a problem by publicly disclaiming the withdrawal that will undoubtedly set in should he be asked to hand over his cherished device. But it doesn’t mean he’s going to make amends.

The man is actually going to try his first hand at Presidency by vetoing the demand. Forget the Presidential Records Act, which will put his correspondence in the official record and ultimately up for public review, it’s 2009 and Barack Obama has all the swag, spell, and, come January 20, inarguable authority to do so.

You’ve seen the symptoms: feverishly thumbing the device under tables during conferences, rudely lowering eye-sight mid-conversation when alerted to an update, worriedly extending it above one’s head looking for spots of service.

Is the nation really ready to watch our President go down in flames? After all, experts spoke, saying the potential to make a habit of these kinds of communication devices is real; they can make people feel disconnected, which also happens with gambling, and alcohol and drug use. Here, come the lawsuits.

Now, two months later and with only three days left of normalcy, Barack is still fighting the good fight. He still has not surrendered. And Research in Motion, fiends in their own right, is awaiting the moment his word overpowers the non-believers and he enters the Oval Office trackballing and blirting. RIMM, the makers of the BlackBerry, are seeing our 44th as a priceless plug, claiming that there’s no better spokesman for the product and that he could earn (on the low end) $25 million for an endorsement deal. Too bad, Barack’s now considered a public servant.

Like any good spin-doctor though, Barack claims crack is necessary when arguing issues of global welfare and national security, and that he wants “to be able to have voices, other than the people who are immediately working for [him], be able to reach out and send a message about what’s happening in America.”

I’m buying every word.

So, what's good Obama? Can I get your PIN?

So, what's good B? Can I get your PIN?

Hi, Hater

January 15, 2009

And so it begins.

Bush is a hater. Yesterday, he declared Barack Obama’s inauguration an actual emergency. Like the kind that has its danger level determined by a color scale. Granted, the number of guests expected at the 44th President’s swearing-in ceremony is unrivaled, but the government has already set aside $15 million to help Washington, D.C. pay for security, as well as medical personnel (that’s for all the optimistic assertions being made about people suffering heart attacks, getting trampled on, self-inflicting pain while stuck in outlandish traffic, etc.). A president’s power to declare a state of emergency is typically used after hurricanes and floods (and would have really been considered timely had this been 2005), but never before, said his spokesperson Scott Stanzel, has an advance emergency declaration been used for a “non-disaster.” There’s really no way to go out better than to rain on someone’s parade, huh, Bush? Then again, maybe being compared to an irrepressible force isn’t so bad. Go hard or go home. Obama.


The Re-Gift

January 13, 2009

I found online forums dating back to 2007 discussing this track, so clearly my hot shit radar has been on the blink for some time now but, regardless, it deserves the postage; the collaboration is unexpected – and therefore, genius. Kanye talks about being underappreciated (again), Santo incoherently sings (as usual), and Sweden’s own Lykke Li, the more surprising of special guests, sings over pulsing chimes and electro sounds. Now if only it would hit the 3:00 mark. Or even better, have an upcoming music video featuring the three battling it out, each with their truest-to-form, trademark dance moves. Or the best idea yet, a tour?? Please?

N.A.S.A. ft. Kanye West, Santogold, Lykke Li. Spirit of Apollo. Gifted.


January 13, 2009

emotions/hr/day. the other 4hrs, i'm sleeping. deal.

emotions/hr/day. the other 4 hrs, i'm sleeping. deal.

I haven’t figured out why yet, but these songs stir up too much feeling in me – as music tends to do, especially with yours truly; hence the tat, blog title, and incessant amount of useless trivia I know/have(?) regarding artists and such. But, I’ve discovered that forming full sentences around sound and the ensuing emotion it instills in me is impossible, so here goes the sporadic thoughts: 

When Listening to:

teary-eyed, inside looking out, entranced, reflective, want to sleep, be alone


When Listening to:

play “The Breakfast Club” in my head, road trip, laugh-so-hard-you-cry, wish for presence of loved ones, autumn, slo-mo, picture-taking


Can anyone explain?

Kanye West. 808s & Heartbreak. Street Lights.
M83. Saturdays = Youth. Kim & Jessie.


January 12, 2009

These recent ventures into the infantile style of coloring are looking wildly therapeutic (and I’m into that non-professional, sans-third party form of healing).

As much a fan as I am of the 80’s comeback (proof being: I am relentless in making quarterly purchases of cheap around-the-way girl bamboos – the ones prone to breaking and/or falling off while Roger Rabbit-ing – and I am currently hoarding my lemon yellow Reeboks with the fruit stripe laces until winter passes), I refuse to shell out $100+ for a pair of Ray-Ban Wayfarers. Even if they can flip that style one thousand different times with triple colorways and patterns, I just don’t have the cash. And besides, knock-offs can be copped at any Urban for $14-$18. Like my red ones, which I can’t find, and am pretty sure my BFF stole. Anyway, the problem with the penny-pinching purchase is the limited variety of offered colors; on any given day you can find black Faux-farers. Sooner than later, everyone starts to look like clones of each other and Mary Kate. No good.

Ray-Ban Wayfarer Colorize Kit

So…sometime later this year, Ray-Ban is gonna release the Wayfarer “Colorize” kit – a DIY set with white-framed shades, stencils, and markers. This kind of personalization may be may be may be worth the $100+.

jonb_wall_lgBut I’m looking for the most solacing of activities and Jon Burgerman’s wallpaper is just enough. He’s an artist from the UK who tends to scrawl and scribble and formulate trippy little creatures in high hues. His floor-to-ceiling prints are no different except for the fact that he’s left them completely blank – just white space and black outlining – giving you and me the opp to be completely free (or utter control freaks) with our creations.

Drawing on walls is sooo 1990 for me, but who doesn’t love nostalgia?