Monday, December 29, 2008

Peas 2008, Smell Ya Never

So apart from the a few traumatic experiences this year (sarah palin, economic breakdown, losing my job, leaving SF), there were things to note.

Honorable mention to Craigslist and eBay for always coming through with concert tickets, clothes, and shoes at all-American low prices that have nothing to do with Wal-Mart!

Despite being a crap year for new music, I would like to thank the veterans for touring: Stevie, Tom, Tina, George. Thanks for saving what could have been a truly lackluster year.

And of course, who can leave this year without thanking the American public for making good on the last 8 years by electing Barack Obama!

As for personals, it was the year I realized I'm old as hell and I'm not quite sure what to do about it.

I went to Honduras, the birth place of my parents, for the first time. Graciously, all the family I'd never met thought I was 18. I learned a third world country is a third world country, and wonder if they will ever catch up. At the same time, I can't help but resent spoiled Americans. Our infrastructure and general level of safety is something not to be taken for granted--ever.

I moved in with a boy. The first batch of my dear good friends were married and now have husbands.

These things have made for a very pivotal, landmark year.

So for next year I wish pragmatic things everyone around the world should have: a steady job with insurance, a home, and health.

Cheers '08! Be nice '09!

I leave you with some sexy animals who wish you all the best in the next year...

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Hell is Cold

You'd thinking having gone to university in Syracuse would accustom me to the bitter cold and snow.

Maybe it has something to do with the human preservation tactic of forgetting the things that bring you down in life.

How could I forget how long it takes to add all those layers on in the morning? Or that I can't walk out with wet hair when the wind makes the air outside feel like 16 degrees. Today, I went to tug the ear flaps on my hat only to be poked with a piece of my own frozen hair. Gross.

So here's a slap of the wrist to Ol' Man Winter. Bugger Off! Go find some other American region to harass.

Monday, November 24, 2008

It's Potty Time

The holiday season is here! It's my favorite time of year though it's always packed with 'to do' lists.

Speaking of to-do, what the fudge with the range of holiday card options this year? Really. I have my list all set and waiting to go and no cards.

I went into Hallmark today figuring this was a definite place to find what I needed: a non-denominational holiday card featuring two cuddly animals making out or hugging or holding hands.

Doesn't seem too hard.

Instead I am presented with a card with a dog in a Santa hat holding a cup next to a toilet. Inside read: It's Potty Time!

Really? For whom? I ain't potty training no ruggles or animals.

Anyway, everyone reading will be receiving the final result of my search.

Stay tuned.

(dog featured in photo not dog from card)

Saturday, November 8, 2008

A Bamalama Repost

An Open Letter to Barack Obama By Alice Walker

Dear Brother Obama,

You have no idea, really, of how profound this moment is for us. Us being the black people of the Southern United States. You think you know, because you are thoughtful, and you have studied our history. But seeing you deliver the torch so many others before you carried, year after year, decade after decade, century after century, only to be struck down before igniting the flame of justice and of law, is almost more than the heart can bear. And yet, this observation is not intended to burden you, for you are of a different time, and, indeed, because of all the relay runners before you, North America is a different place. It is really only to say: Well done. We knew, through all the generations, that you were with us, in us, the best of the spirit of Africa and of the Americas. Knowing this, that you would actually appear, someday, was part of our strength. Seeing you take your rightful place, based solely on your wisdom, stamina and character, is a balm for the weary warriors of hope, previously only sung about.

I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible for bringing the world back to balance. A primary responsibility that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters. And so on. One gathers that your family is large. We are used to seeing men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind us of scissors. This is no way to lead. Nor does your family deserve this fate. One way of thinking about all this is: It is so bad now that there is no excuse not to relax. From your happy, relaxed state, you can model real success, which is all that so many people in the world really want. They may buy endless cars and houses and furs and gobble up all the attention and space they can manage, or barely manage, but this is because it is not yet clear to them that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the reach of almost everyone.

I would further advise you not to take on other people's enemies. Most damage that others do to us is out of fear, humiliation and pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us who profess a certain religious or racial devotion. We must learn actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are ourselves in disguise. It is understood by all that you are commander in chief of the United States and are sworn to protect our beloved country; this we understand, completely. However, as my mother used to say, quoting a Bible with which I often fought, "hate the sin, but love the sinner." There must be no more crushing of whole communities, no more torture, no more dehumanizing as a means of ruling a people's spirit. This has already happened to people of color, poor people, women, children. We see where this leads, where it has led.

A good model of how to "work with the enemy" internally is presented by the Dalai Lama, in his endless caretaking of his soul as he confronts the Chinese government that invaded Tibet. Because, finally, it is the soul that must be preserved, if one is to remain a credible leader. All else might be lost; but when the soul dies, the connection to earth, to peoples, to animals, to rivers, to mountain ranges, purple and majestic, also dies. And your smile, with which we watch you do gracious battle with unjust characterizations, distortions and lies, is that expression of healthy self-worth, spirit and soul, that, kept happy and free and relaxed, can find an answering smile in all of us, lighting our way, and brightening the world.

We are the ones we have been waiting for.

In Peace and Joy,
Alice Walker

You're My Obsession

Sexy Animal(s) of the Days Cuteness Alert!

You may have already seen this through friends or other cuteness connoisseurs vehicles.
I don't care! They are just so dang cute. I don't want them to age. I want one! Snuggles, naps, pumpkins, a fish. LOVE them. Don't know much about the back story, but with such cuteness, what does it matter?
Free TV : Ustream

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

These Days I Barely Get By; I Don't Even Try

I've been meaning to write a state of the union address.

What a mess.

To start.

That's about all there really is to say, right?

I just got home from seeing a Beck show and for a second I forgot that the economy is in an absolute toilet. Not just here, but in England and across Europe.

I think it was at the first chord of 'The Golden Age' that I put aside my dance moves and really started to ponder everything going on. Aside from the usual complaint that I don't have insurance, I'm now thinking about people rolling around in dustbowls soon enough. I'm not talking about the Richard Fulds of the world who managed to put away approx 20 MILLION before the collapse. I'm not talking about the gentleman in the top hat cruising down 7th Ave in his ROLLS ROYCE as I was making my way to the poor girl's transport to get to the Beck show on 175th St. and Broadway.

I'm talking about all the people who got laid off and are now wondering what the fudge to do next when no one is spending and no one is hiring. Oof. Let's discuss a friend of mine who was recently laid off and is now pregnant. I'm sure she wouldn't want me to go in detail. She'd prolly shoot me if she knew I'd clicked 'publish post' on this one, but it's on my mind.

I won't even get into the election. My last two votes were a sham. Stolen. I don't have much faith in the next set of events. I might move. I really have nothing keeping me in any one place these days. I know I said that last time, but when there's some slimey hoe forcing her daughter to have a baby and trying to take my right to choose when and how to have my own, I will fucking leave.

Have you brushed up on your Maureen Dowd these days? If you're anything like moi, I will say you have. If not, keep posted to for her updates. She more than adequately and justly gives the play-by-play on that feminist disaster.

Here's the link to her latest posts in any case:

To conclude, (and thereby back to Beck), can't I go back to the days when I was hanging around listening to 'Loser' or 'Where It's At?' or even 'Devil's Haircut?' I'd give anything for those bygone days.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

This One Goes Out To The One I Love

Ha, I gotcha!

I bet you were thinking I was gonna write an epic poem about the Other M.

Oh, but no.

I actually mean good ol' buddy Loch Ness.

Chin up, dear Buddy.

Sometimes I think of you as St. Francis of Assisi. I always thought he was a pretty lovely saint in that he loved all animals and took any under his wing. I say take full custody of El Joven Pantalones. What do you have to lose? Poor lil Pant's owner clearly has forgotten he exists. (insert big frown here)

AND...just in time...

Pet Blessings 2008
Christians everywhere celebrate the feast of St. Francis of Assisi on October 4 by having their pets blessed in the spirit of this patron saint of animals and ecology.

Don't think I've gone off the deep end here, folks. I wouldn't consider myself highly religious, but I do value the well-being of any living thing on this earth. Animals are our best pals, and deserve unconditional love no matter how you choose to manifest this devotion.

I know what you're thinking: 'What about that bunny you had who you disparaged at every turn, you two face slimeball!?'

In my defense, I wasn't prepared to take care of a 'special needs' animal. I always felt maybe Pancakes was abused in a former life, and truth be told, I wasn't the one to socialize her. I didn't know how.

I don't know where I'm going with this other than to make note that if the new roomie is abandoning her dog responsibility, that dang Pants is the luckiest Pug on the planet to have Loch Ness be the one to pick up the slack.

{i just pulled that St. Francis bit from a lesson in Mrs. Kilgen's 2nd grade class!}

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

In Memoriam

In Memoriam:

In loving memory of Raymund Wu: hardworking businessman, loyal husband, loving father and grandfather. There is no better legacy than enduring love. All who knew Raymund spoke of his generosity, care, and good spirit.

In life, you are lucky if you can grow and learn in the presence of positive, loving family. I can't say enough how much 'Gunggung' adored his grandchildren, and vice versa. On the day of his wake, I saw his wife, Stella, staring dutifully down at her husband with whom she'd shared her life. I couldn't help but think, that despite having to part, reminding us all of our human condition, she must have felt so happy knowing she got the most out of her life with him: two beautiful daughters, 5 gorgeous grandchildren, a lovely home their work and strength provided.

In death, the only solace is to remember the joys in life and to continue to honor the people who bring us this joy.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Topshop, America?

I will definitely say one of the best things about being in Europe is coming back to America with Topshop items and bragging to friends in this sort of tone:

'Oh, yeah? You like my (insert item here). Well, it's only sold in Europe. Yeah, sucks you can't get your own.'

Oh wait, only I do that, you say? Whoops!
In any case, this was all before the stock market crashed and I could actually think about going to Europe on vaca. Seems like a sad, sad, long and distant dream now. Anyway, come to find out Topshop is opening an American element to their website.

Now, you can browse in prices inflated to match our dollar! Thanks, Topshop!

I've already purchased two hats and a bag! I would show you a pic of the bag, but for some reason, it's no longer on the site (british or usa version). I take it to mean it's sold out?

I freakin love Kate Moss' line. I would buy every single thing cept as I mentioned before, we're in a sever recession. Check it out, though, in case you want to splurge before we all end up in dust bowls again ;)



The Importance of Being Earnest, Redux

Annotated Bibliography

Here are some things I want:

1. Insurance (so I can get my bum leg to physical therapy.)
I still don't have this and need it desperately. I was thinking of going shopping, but it puts a damper on things when it hurts to walk. It says so much about this country that I'm a working citizen, but don't have insurance. Makes me want to puke. It's going to make me really puke once I somehow get insurance and find out what's actually wrong with me.

2. a hair cut (so that dryness and tangling will no longer halt my daily schedule.)
So I ended up getting a hair cut by the stylist of a friend. I've always loved my friend's hair cuts, but she definitely has differently textured hair. Nonetheless went and got a lazy haircut. I hate having to explain in full detail what I need a stylist to do, but turns out I should have done just that. I mentioned thoroughly layering my hair in a choppy fashion to get out all the old dead odds and ends. I left with my hair still full of split ends and and a general dryness signature of my hair after months of not getting a cut. I finally chose my own place, which I should have done instead of taking the easy way out. Mousey Brown on Lorimer in BK. Jenn totes knew what I needed and now my hair feels so fresh and so clean clean.

3. wax: legs and bikini (shaving for like 14 years has finally gotten to my skin.)
Eh, I got new razors. Does that count? I did though find a place I felt would wax my legs at a decent price. As per nether regions, still being incredibly shy and fearful.

4. an apartment (again, can't tell if i'm being picky.)
Shoot me in face. That's how much I really want to talk about this topic.

5. a brand new wardrobe (I feel like I haven't gotten new clothes since last fall.)
After throwing what I would call a growns-up person tantrum, M took me to Woodbury Commons. I made a killing at Espirit and definitely got some classic winter/fall gear. Still desperately need shoes, boots, and a down coat.

6. new glasses (I love my glasses now, but need an update.)
I still have to make time to do this. Not sure when. I also need some new contacts. It's somewhat low on the priority list.

7. a puppy (for good measure.)
Mr. Bojangles, when are we gonna meet? I was watching some god show on the Animal Planet last night and really got the dog itch. M says we can get a dog once I pop out two kids. Um....riiiiiiigggghhht.

8. a new ipod (I haven't had one since...06? Can't even remember.)
I caved and got a 'classic' black ipod. Let's see how long til I run it into the ground. I needed it though. I can't stand New Yorkers on my commute to work: the hissing assholes, the wailing children, the moaning preacher. They can literally all go to hell.

9. gym membership (i'm fat.)
So being that my knee is an absolute wreck, I've taken to just not eating! That solves that! No, but really. I'm eating a lot less in an attempt to fit into the clothes I have. I literally don't fit into some of my clothes and I find myself appalling disgusting. Like, who the hell let the fatty into my body? Oh right, that was me and my penchant for wine, bourbon, cookies, cakes, pasta, cheese, mexican food, pastries, pernil, rice. I can go on.

The Purse Dig

Hot dangit do I hate the inevitable purse dig.

Ladies, y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout!

You have a handful of groceries and get to your front door only to have to set all the bags down to search for your keys. I hates it!

Or, you're getting your morning tea or coffee and decide to pay cash. Teller asks you for like, 3 extra cents, and there you are holding up the line for 3 freakin pennies...cos you know they are in there, somewhere.

I tried to alleviate the purse dig in large totes by employing the 'pouch system' where everything is neatly stored away in its own pouch.
1. money items: wallet, change, receipts
2. beauty items: tissues, lip gloss, eye drops, mirror, bobby pins
3. electronics: ipo (yeah, i got a new one; that's for another post), Blackberry

Seemed like a pretty solid plan that worked well when changing bags. Here's the issue: I found myself endlessly digging through pouches!

When will it end?

The Other M bought me this awesome cowhide, reversible shallow purse with accordian-style pockets. It was much easier to organize in a shallow handbag.

I was all excited to have everything in its right place, as the song says. Then when I was in shoe shop trying to pick out some new fall shoes and noticing how terribly fat I've gotten, the strap to cow purse broke!

I have to get a new strap. The bag is vintage and had a janky strap to start, but I'm sure my fat arm tugging on the thing all dang day didn't help matters.

Does anyone know a good leather worker?! I could bring it to Honduras, but...that's a long trip.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

I Love That Song, Too!

When I lived in SF (which pains me to say, mind you), our neighbor would wake me up at roughly 9:30AM every Sunday with Madonna's Hung Up. Sometimes he'd let the whole Confessions on a Dancefloor album roll through but mostly it was Hung Up--on loop!

I can get down with that album. I owned it. I shook my sassafrass to Hung Up all the time--in 2006. Not sure what place that song and album had on a Sunday morning in 2007.

Anyway, those days are behind me and since the excitement of my return to New York is all but faded, I take comfort in the little things. Yesterday I woke up to our upstairs neighbor playing the new Radiohead album, In Rainbows. I quite love listening to any Radiohead album straight through. When I lived alone, I'd play a setlist from my itunes or before I went to bed. Radiohead was often included in those mixes so it was a nice return to form on a weekend after a long, long week.

This morning neighbor pal played Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode, another of my favorite songs. After that he played Blur! I don't know you neighbor, but I love you.

Ps, Welcome to the new subscribers to Get Up On This!

Saturday, September 6, 2008


I just saw Waitress for the first time. You know, that movie with Keri Russell where she makes pies and gets degraded by her swine of a husband. It combined my two favorite things, yummy pies and bitter, sad stories.

At first I just put it on cos nothing was on Food Network, but was hooked by the first scene in which Jenna finds out she's preggers with aforementioned terrible husband.

The Other M was in the living room watching football. I came out of our room to give him an update on my wonderful premium cable find and he said, 'Wasn't that the one with the actress who got killed after making it?'

WHAAA?, I said. NO WAY.

Sadly, turns out he was partly right. The writer/director, Adrienne Shelly, was murdered by her illegal construction worker Ecuadorian neighbor. She caught him stealing from her home.

This brings conflicting issues for me.
1. Talented women getting murdered by desperate men.
2. The plight of illegal immigrants.

True, I don't feel much sympathy for anyone who chooses murder above any other problem solving method, but I wonder what her killer's life was like before he came to the USA, and even after.

What a terrible tragedy. Watching the film, you get the sense immediately that this writer has empathy for anyone dealing with the absolute shit life deals you. Oh, the terrible irony.

If you are so inclined, check out the movie. It's a terrific piece.

Family and friend have set up a foundation on her behalf, ASF (Adrienne Shelly Foundation.) It benefits female filmmakers and their endeavors.

Just Cos Steven Tyler Is Away at Rehab

Doesn't mean Fergie Fergalicious can traipse around filling the void pretending to be him. SICK.

Friday, September 5, 2008

No Creo En El Jamas

Cuando la vida me da golpes
Y me manda para el suelo
Es cuando yo mas siento
Que tengo que levantarme
Que dar la cara al miedo
Es una forma de vencerlo

No voy a darme por vencido
No voy a darle mi vida al miedo
El miedo es un asesino
Que mata a los sentimientos
Se que no estoy solo
Yo se que Dios esta aqui adentro

Y necesito silencio para poder encontrar...
Mi propia voz y mi verdad
Y al final de la oscuridad

No me siento solo
Se que estas conmigo
Hoy voy a levantarme y no voy
A resignar mi corazon
Hacer lo que quise y no pude
No lo voy aceptar
Hoy voy a buscar estar mejor
La vida tiene solucion
Aqui no hay nada imposible
No creo en el jamas
No creo en el jamas

Si darte por vencido es una forma de morir
Entonces yo jamas voy a darle gusto a la muerte
Pienso en mi familia
Y el corazon late mas fuerte
Que no se puede vivir pensando cuando se va morir
Y dicen soñar es tanto como morir estando vivo
Yo creo en el presente
Y eso me aleja de la muerte

Y necesito silencio para poder encontrar...
Mi propia voz y mi verdad
Y al final de la oscuridad

No me siento solo
Se que estas conmigo
Hoy voy a levantarme y no voy
A resignar mi corazon
Hacer lo que quise y no pude
No lo voy aceptar
Hoy voy a buscar estar mejor
La vida tiene solucion
Aqui no hay nada imposible
No creo en el jamas
No creo en el jamas

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Back by Popular Demand!

Ok, to be fair, it's just the one subscriber asking what's up with the cute factor of my blog. I can bore you with the usual answer: I live in New York now.

BUT...I'll just serve what the customers ask!

Meet 'Cute lil Otterkins'!
That lil furry head, those cute lil fingers, those floppy cheeks, and teeny eyes. In love? I am. I want him in my purse so I can pet him while I'm on the train or walking home from work. We'd be best buds.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

New York Still Isn't Impressing Me with its Hospitality

It sucks when your boyfriend gets clocked on the head with a glass bottle. Reminds me of that time the British press released a tape of Liam and Noel Gallagher arguing during an interview. Noel tells Liam, "It's football hooliganism and I won't stand for it."

I don't feel like going into detail, but no, I wasn't there at the time. No, he doesn't know who did it. Yes, we're fuming mad. Yes, we went to the emergency room. Biggups to Benjamin Killian at Beth Israel! No, it's no fun seeing your boyfriend covered in blood. Yes, those are 9 staples in his head. Yes, he had to shave his head. Biggups to Frank for attending to him; I wouldn't have been able to do it alone. Honorable mention: Brother Bear for providing medical counseling via phone.

Still hatin' on New York.

Back to nursing the injured...excuse me.

Thursday, August 21, 2008



Every place seems like a rape den. If you're not rich, what the fuck is the point of living New York?

Someone remind me.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

The Importance of Being Earnest

Here are some things I want:
  1. Insurance (so I can get my bum leg to physical therapy.)
  2. a hair cut (so that dryness and tangling will no longer halt my daily schedule.)
  3. wax: legs and bikini (shaving for like 14 years has finally gotten to my skin.)
  4. an apartment (again, can't tell if i'm being picky.)
  5. a brand new wardrobe (I feel like I haven't gotten new clothes since last fall.)
  6. new glasses (I love my glasses now, but need an update.)
  7. a puppy (for good measure.)
  8. a new ipod (I haven't had one since...06? Can't even remember.)
  9. gym membership (i'm fat.)

santa, feel free to pitch in here.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Damon Albarn Loves Black People!

It's true!
See for yourself:


I love pretty much anything Damon Albarn does. He's the master of music proliferation. His latest project is a speakerbox for Honest Jon's record label based in London, but of course, much more worldly. It includes work from artists he met during his trips to Africa. I was able to check him out on a whim at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in mid July.

Here's an article that describes the project better:

Check it out!

Finding an Apartment in New York

Is like trying to find a clean syringe in Coney Island beach. Nearly impossible.

Last week a neurotic Hasidic Jew tried to sell me on a $1900 hallway. It really was a lovely hardwood floor hallway, I will say that. It did have ample lighting, but a communal shower and kitchen. No, thanks. He seemed to get mad I wasn't jumping all over him to sign the lease. Not that I could jump all over him if I wanted to. He can't touch women, let alone a seedy gentile such as myself.

Just today I saw another 800 square foot 'loft' style apartment with no tub. Is it too much to ask to get a tub in your freakin' apartment? I have a bum knee and need my afternoon water aquatics.

Also, half these brokers don't understand the concept of a loft, but I guess that's how they trick hopeful would-be renters into viewing spaces. Just because a place doesn't have partitioned rooms doesn't mean it's a loft. Just because it has more than one window doesn't mean it's a loft. Also, when the floors are actually wood board covered in polyurethane, they shouldn't be listed as hardwood. Just some basic ethics and good natured selling.

For example, here is a lovely image taken from a listing on for a new condo in the fabulously gentrified 'Willy B':I mean, I just can't believe those girls come with the condo...

Monday, June 30, 2008

Espana es el mejor!

photo from:

Congratulations to the Spanish national team in their Euro 2008 win yesterday in Vienna against Germany.

V and I and our buddies here in SF went to a bar on Upper Haight to watch the game. I love this team and totally believed they were strong enough to pull it off---for the first time in 44 years!

The winning goal was made by Fernando 'El Nino' Torres. I had my eye on him for a while, and since he's younger, it's made me feel bad. I've since turned to my cutie pie gorilla, Carles Puyol. He's got a sexy back. Me-OW!

As we know, sports and especially, futbol, is more than just some sexy men running around in matching jerseys. If you watched at least one game Spain has played this tournament, you'll immediate notice how very connected this team was. I believed they could go all the way, and I think more importantly, they believed in themselves this time around. The chemistry and mastery of play could not be denied!

Might I say, the best year in sports?! Again, congrats Espana!

Saturday, June 21, 2008


I'll admit I do get sentimental about shoes. They are like friends. It's not often you find the right fit or style. I wanted to take the time to say goodbye to two shoes who have been with me since the early 2000s. Onisuka Tigers were purchased in Boston in 2002 while I was visiting N in college. Nike Cortez are an ode to Syracuse and purchased for $20 at Foot Action on a random trip to Carousel Mall with LG.

So many times I buy a pair of shoes and I wear them once and end up tossed in the depths of my closet. Oh, but not these suckers. They went with me everywhere. I've been to Europe, Honduras, East coast and West. They've touched countless sidewalks and roads. Mang, I can still remember the Tigers pinching the sides of my wide ass feet as I broke them in on my walk across Las Ramblas in Barcelona. They were with me all throughout my trip to Scotland and covered my feets as I walked into bars playing 'Songbird' by Oasis.

When they started to deteriorate, I went into denial mode. I thought maybe I should just replace the sneakers for the same pairs. The Tigers were still sold in multiple stores around SF; the Cortezes were proving to be more difficult. At the end, I knew I had to give it up when I was starting to feel the concrete through the soles of the Tigers and when there was a hole in the Cortezes.

Thankfully, the Other M was inspired to find two other sets of sneakers on his eBay perusings. Maybe I'd been overwhelmed at replacing two such good pals so immediately. Maybe I was worried I'd never find something so good again.

Either way, I was taken care of.

Isaac Hayes, Tom Petty, and Stevie Wonder!

Summer has officially began. You can tell because I've seen so many wonderful acts in such a short amount of time.

In one week I saw Isaac Hayes in Prospect Park, Tom Petty at MSG and Stevie Wonder at Jones Beach Theatre.

I've wanted to see Tom Petty since I was in high school. His songs are so timeless. I don't think I've ever met anyone with a negative feeling about his music. He's better than Springsteen in my book. Yeah, I said that.
I wish he had played 'Yer So Bad' though. It's definitely been one I've listened to a lot lately. He closed with 'Running Down a Dream' and 'American Girl.' Can't really complain. Oh! He also did 'Don't Come Around Here No More.' So great live!

Moving on to another great, I saw Stevie Wonder the next night at Jones Beach Theatre. It had been raining like a mother right before start of the show. In fact, they delayed start time so it wouldn't be so heinous for the performers and viewers. Jones Beach is an outdoor arena after all. All the good graces of the music gods aligned so that after about 30 mins of torrential downpours, Stevie was able to play a full set uninterrupted by mother nature. Not gonna lie, it was a little weird to see him live. It was like meeting Harry Potter or Kermit the Frog. So surreal and magical. He played 'Ribbon in the Sky.' Amazing. I think I teared a smidge on that one.
I can't take all the preparation work for these concerts though. The Other M coordinated all the purchases and logistics. SPANKS!

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Twice a Bridesmaid!

It is with great pleasure that I announce my second turn as a bridesmaid to my dear friend CG. Congratulations to her and A!

CG and I met in college. We are both natural New Yorkers. I think she really stole my heart when we made a mix cd filled with R. Kelly and other classic New York slow jams after one of our sorority events. Once we graduated college, we shared work woes together and often, our frustration with the New York dating scene.

Serious boy woes stopped about two years ago on her end with the entrance of A. He was the cute co-worker at a gig she didn't exactly love. Thankfully, she found something worthy other than career advancement from that day job!

Wedding date has not been set yet, but I am excited to share in the special day no matter when it is!

Wednesday, May 28, 2008


Every time I go to LA, it's like a new place. Different things to see and new neighborhoods to explore. The only thing that stays the same in my other west coast urban family. I have some really solid pals out there that are a mix of people I went to kindergarten, high school, and college with. I'm impressed to see my peeps doing well.

Being in LA always makes me think of the Red Hot Chili Peppers as well. The radio station out there was doing a top 500 Memorial Day countdown and RHCP was all over it. They are the quintessential modern day California band. Anthony has a knack for saying such cute things about the place he grew up.

Blue you sit so pretty west of the 1.
Sparkles light with yellow icing,
just a mirror for the sun.

We hit up some fun bars downtown. My favorite of which was The Edison. It had a 40s inspired theme with bartenders and hostesses dressing the part. It had every detail from the ottomans to the lighting fixtures not to mention a serious Bourbon drink that included ginger ale and peach schnapps, my fave combo lately.

So, here's to LA, a city that reinvents itself for me more times than Madonna.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Bay to Breakers 2008

Calling All Peeps Who Like to Get Naked in Public

The thing about Bay to Breakers is that it revolves around a race that goes from the SF Bay (Embarcadero) to the Pacific Ocean coast. That's wonderful, but I will be writing for all those who prefer the step-child version of the event: dressing up and getting boozed up at 7:30AM to walk alongside the runners.

Sadly, this year I woke up late, didn't get dressed up, and ended up taking pics from the sideline. There were the usual suspects such as Double Dare team and tennis ensembles. A few other groups I liked were "Peep Show" which were chicks in yellow dresses with hoods wearing the Peeps logo, elves inspired by the movie Elf, and some convicts climbing in trees. These are pictured below.

The other issue is the way some people use this event as an excuse to get naked in public. Most notably, Why is it that the men with the smallest penises try to flash their shit around town? I hate it. Gross. Like I ever want to see these lil nubbins in my face that I don't approve of myself. Really. Sick. I'm sparing you those photos in lieu of these:


Friday night, V and I went to see our fave Latin artist, Juanes, at the HP Pavilion in San Jose. We first saw him on his Mi Sangre tour in 2005 at Madison Square Garden in New York. For those of you who don't know, Juanes is from Colombia and is the recipient of 12 (TWELVE!) Latin American Grammys. He's a political motivator and good spirit in the vein of Bono. His music is inspiring and earnest. I'll be shallow for a moment and also mention that I find him incredibly attractive. This was the closest I've been to a singer in a stadium setting. I pretty much screamed throughout the entire show. NV and I sang every song.

I love seeing him in concert because he's so upbeat and really commands the stage. He runs around to every corner and engages the audience at every turn. He also is an expert at pillow talking the ladies in the audience. It's quite incredible. From the pics, you can tell he's having such a good time working it. Here's a pic of his telling us about how lovely women are:

HP Pavilion, May 16, 2008. San Jose, CA.
A Dios Le Pido
No Creo en el Jamas
Mala Gente
Clase de Amor
La Noche
Un Dia Normal
Gotas de Agua Dulce
Bandera de Manos
Para Tu Amor
Me Enamora
La Paga
La Vida...Es Un Ratico
Minas Piedras
Es Por Ti
La Camisa Negra

Nada Valgo Sin Tu Amor
? (rats, I didn't know the last song!)

Also, let me just say he has the sweetest lyrics. Lately, I've been listening to Un Dia Normal a lot lately. Mostly for this phrase:
No importa en donde estes yo desde aquí te besaré en mis sueños
Mi sangre arderá por ti hasta que se pierda por tu cuerpo
En un día como hoy caminaré más despacio
En un día como hoy defenderé mi verdad
En un día como hoy te amarraré con mis brazos

Sunday, May 11, 2008

France and I Finally Agree on Something...

Kylie Minogue is the Best!

Kylie Minogue is by far my mascot. I love her to no bounds. When she announced she had breast cancer, I prayed for her every time I heard one of her songs or happened to think of her as I walked down the street. For me, she is a classy, sexy lady who has done all of Madonna's tricks first. Have you seen the 'Spinning Around' video? She basically already did the whole 'Hung Up' dance routine back in 2000 in gold hot pants. It is no surprise that France chose to knight Kylie in the Order of Arts and Letters.

Most Americans got reacquainted with Ms. Minogue during her Fever era. That's cool. I don't hate on when fans became fans. My stay in London in 2003 solidified my love for her. She's as part of the culture there as fish 'n' chips! And who wouldn't adopt her as their loyal knight? She has incredible style and fortitude under personal trials and tribulations. I can't express enough how much I find her to be a the poster child for smiling and remaining positive through adversity. Even when she was breaking up with that foine slice of a man, Olivier Martinez, she was adamant to keep the press off his back to maintain their privacy and dignity. Again, classy lady.

If you haven't picked up her latest album, X, go get it! It's perfect for to get pumped up at the gym or before a night out dancing.

Kylie Minogue is today's sexy animal by the way!

Congratulations, Kylie! You deserve it, sister! God bless.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Spread It

M and I like to watch the Food Network on occasion. Every occasion more like. Just before we were watching Barefoot Contessa. Personally, I hate this hoe. She always wears the same things and talks about Nantucket. Two things I will never understand. This time around as she was making some cranberry scones for her husband I believe she referred to her stomach as 'he.' Gender dysphoria, much?

Then we watched my favorite hometown gal, Paula Deen, who happened to be accompanied by her stiff son. He's always the wild card when he shows up to help her cook meals that include 2 pounds of sugar, 1 cup of lard, and chocolate shavings. Today's sweet indulgence: Mississippi Mud Pie. Dang, kids, amazing. I think the climax for me was when Paula instructed said stiff son to 'spread.' Oh yes, Paula, you spread that whip cream over your mud pie. You did it girl!

Son, Paula Deen, and Stiff Son

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

On Being a Grown Up

Now that I've stepped into the realm of 'late 20s' I can definitely say that being a 'grown up' is about owning your decisions. My wise sage of a friend MK (and no, not the Olsen) said: You are the only person you have to rely on in this life and you have to do whatever makes you happy and content.

I have a big family and large group of friends who are never shy about what they think is best for me. I appreciate their care and concern infinitely. I've always been pretty stubborn about my decisions, so trying to reason with me or change my mind has never been an easy road for my beloveds. The best thing I can offer is that I always weigh my options by creating the happiest and most fulfilling scenario. Who doesn't/wouldn't do that for herself? I may not always be right, and Lord knows the vision always ends up entirely different. Sorry to get all deep. I hate those posts generally, especially when I'm being all vague and what not. I'm just saying I'm getting in full-swing 'planning life' mode. I did this two years ago when the vision I had for myself went drastically off the plot. And though it would seem to most that I make drastic decisions (moving across countries, quitting jobs, etc.), I always make each move with my entire heart and I haven't regretted one.

ANYWAY I know it's been a long time, a long time. I shouldn't've left you...left you...without a dope sexy animal to step to.

SOOOOOO Here's today's
Sexy Animal (2 in 1!)

Now, my brother suggested platypussies are sexy animals and should get prime billing in one of my posts. He's right. Features of a duck with furry tendencies. Brilliant! Here's a cutie I found off of Google Images. I think it's important to note that while the platypus featured in this post is gorgeous alone, his handler has got it going on as well. GETUPONTHIS loves handler's gold chain and chest hair. It really makes a classy accessories pairing.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Happiness More or Less

I must start this most special birthday week with a post thanking my darling cohabitant V for taking me to see The Verve. Like I mentioned before, it was ten years in the making. Mr. Ashcroft cut his hair. Hate to be so superficial, but that's the first thing I noticed. Then of course, the incredible vocals and amazing sound caught my attention for the next hour and a half they played.

I found myself singing unabashedly to 'Lucky Man.' Every single line. As if I had a good voice. At the top of my lungs. All of a sudden the song had so much more meaning.
Happiness More or less It's just a change in me Something in my liberty Oh, my, my Happiness Coming and going I watch you look at me Watch my fever growing I know just where I am But how many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn All the love I have is in my mind? But I'm a lucky man With fire in my hands Happiness Something in my own place I'm stood here naked Smiling, I feel no disgrace With who I am Happiness Coming and going I watch you look at me Watch my fever growing I know just who I am But how many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn All the love I have is in my mind? I hope you understand I hope you understand Gotta love that'll never die Happiness More or less It's just a change in me Something in my liberty Happiness Coming and going I watch you look at me Watch my fever growing I know Oh, my, my Oh, my, my Oh, my, my Oh, my, my Gotta love that'll never die Gotta love that'll never die No, no I'm a lucky man It's just a change in me Something in my liberty It's just a change in me Something in my liberty It's just a change in me Something in my liberty Oh, my, my Oh, my, my It's just a change in me Something in my liberty Oh, my, my Oh, my, my

Stinson Beach, April 27th, 2008

A wise friend told me recently that this week, when I turn old, I will know everything. I'll be excited to know what I'm supposed to do for work for the rest of my life. I'm excited to know the places I will travel and the people I will meet along the way. I can't wait to know that every decision will be 100% correct for me and no one else.

I'm excited to be your omniscient narrator...

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Valencia, Cakes Not Place in Spain

It's been tradition in my family, and many families in the Bronx, to get Valencia cakes to celebrate birthdays and other special occasions. As the days approach the most auspicious of the calendar year for me, May 3, I can't help but crave that sugary, white, soft frosting and yellow spongecake that comes in the iconic white box with the bull fighter on top. I definitely substitute full meals for a slice of that cake during the month of May only to wait a few weeks to get another for Father's Day.

Usually the cake is adorned with gold or silves leaves and blue or pink piping, but they can make anything to order. If you are in the NYC metropolitan area, and want something different, yet urbane to the area, might I suggest Valencia bakery for your next event.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

A Good Concert Week

Don't Forget: Musicians are Sexy Beasts, Too!

In honor of a lovely week of concerts, I can't help but nominate three sexy beasts of the music industry for today's batch of sexy animals.

Mary J
I will proudly confess that at the tender age of 10, I was the owner of a cassette tape of 'What's the 411?' It was the first time I heard the genius that was The Notorious BIG aka Biggie Smalls aka Christopher Wallace. Mary asked me to "Reminisce" on the love we had, and I thought back to my cabbage patch dolls, Corey Haim, and that kid I hugged in kindergarten. 'Real Love,' 'Sweet Thing,' 'You Remind Me.' That album alone reads like R&Bs Greatest Hits of the '90s. Her followup album, 'My Life' was the first CD I bought. She is undoubtedly the Queen of R&B. It was a pleasure to see her live last night in Oakland as part of her Heart of the City tour with Jay-Z. She did all her hits, along with some new ones. Though the picture is from afar, I would have rocked out just as hard if I was in the first row. That's what a professional musician does best. Gets you off your ass and clap your hands with a bunch of people you don't know. That's the power of music. Proud Mary keep on burning.

Jay-z, Hova, Jigga Man, 8th Wonder, Brooklyn's Finest

I am a New Yorker. My borough is the Bronx. It's definitely with a twinge of irony that I end up seeing two of New York's finest during my self-imposed exile in California. Jay-Z, Brooklyn's Finest. What can I say about Jay-Z? He was as common to my upbringing as taking trains, taking an elevator to my apartment door, and eating at pizzerias. My older brother is a music connoisseur so I grew up staring at posters of not only Kiss, Guns-N-Roses, and Poison, but Big Daddy Kane and Eric B and Rakim. By the time Jay-Z came around, I was well aware of his predecessors as well as his contemporaries. Fast forward almost 12 years and Jay remains to hold it down without having gotten killed or changing his image. AND he married one of the most successful woman in pop music. I don't know my highlight from the show. He has so many hits which he performed: Big Pimpin, Encore, Dirt Off Your Shoulders, 99 Problems, Hard Knock Life, Show Me What Ya Got, Can I Get A..., Excuse Me Miss, Change Clothes. Jeez, I could go on, but I have another Sexy Animal to discuss.

Richard Ashcroft

So many haters of this next artist. They can go piss off. (You know who you are!) Richard Ashcroft is the quintessential British artist. He remains the successful frontman of the wildly popular, The Verve, and has a well-established solo career. During the mid-90s I was lucky to take part of the Brit Pop revolution that occurred in England, if albeit from across the pond. I steadily read Q, NME, and MOJO. I was young and preferred Oasis to Blur. I wanted to see Pulp and the Doves and most of all, The Verve. My shithead high school boyfriend ruined that for me. By the time the Verve came round to Hammerstein ballroom, we'd broken up and he asserted he would be taking his new girlfriend to the concert. Sick after having been broken up with for the first time in my life on my 16th birthday and reeling from being played at such a tender age, I resolved not to attend the show. Oh how life repairs all ills when one is owed. Ten years later (yeah I realize I'm getting fucking old), I am going to see The Verve tomorrow with my bestest pal and roomie, V. Not gonna lie, I'll probably cry at least once during the show. The Verve, for me, isn't that one song everyone knows from the Cruel Intentions Soundtrack. It's about British music, the 90s, one of the best British albums of the '90s.
So tomorrow I will be, hearing some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah. Let the melody shine. Let it cleanse my mind. I feel free now.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Today's Sexy Animals- Weekender Edition Blowout!

I adore this image not only cos I'm a huge fan of koalas, but because I also love monocles. This distinguished gentleman is a true example for the marsupial community. Is it just me or does it seem like he's graduated from a top university? Yale, perhaps?

Here's another cutie friend: Mr. Gopher Hat.

Mr. Gopher Hat certainly teams up with Mr. Monocle on the weekends to solve crimes together. It's so obvious. Mr. Gopher is wearing the best duck hunting houndstooth hat. I'm a huge hat wearer so I appreciate good hat taste in the animal kingdom when I find it.

Please note these ferocious critters are from You MUST check out the other animals in outfits they have on that site. It's absolutely brilliant. Cows in bellbottoms, cats in overalls. I believe the site has various Photoshop contests for its users. These critters came from the 'Animal Dress Up 6' contest. Here is the link to the rest of the entries. Check it out!

Friday, April 18, 2008

Sexy Animal of the Day! Life Partners

Life Partners: Bridget and May

Meet Bridget and May. This hard-working couple never takes playing 'dress-up' for granted. Bridget and May are both professional workaholics who model for television, print, and the internets. They are the double threat in the industry fo sho! They met on the set of a project and have been inseparable since. KB, director of the couple during the photo shoot featured above, says,"They were sooo cute with each other, tugging on each other's clothes. It seems they wanted to go off and roll around in the hay.'" Adorable! Who says work can't be fun?

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Sexy Animal of the Day!

Welcome to the newest feature of GET UP ON THIS!


I, personally, don't think it gets any better than this. I don't know his name or his species, but hot dang it's a lizard in a onesie! Can't go wrong! We must also give two snaps up for the way the onesie complements Mr. Lizard's natural skin tones. I definitely enjoy the baby blue. Also, the bunny ears and tail. Ferocious! Thank you, Mr. Lizard, for being our inaugural SEXY ANIMAL OF THE DAY.

Real Niggas Don't Die

Having grown up in the Bronx, I would say I am quite the arbiter of all things 'ghetto.' I think we've all seen those prom photos of couples in matching basketball jerseys reconfigured to look like formal wear.

I bring this up because I was watching yet another vapid first episode of 'The Real World' on MTV. I must be old, because I still think they peaked with the San Francisco season. ANYWAY--as they showed a lovely highlight reel of what-to-expect in season 20 of this reality show veteran, we find, yet again, another white cast member threatening a non-white cast member with 'being ghetto.'

I would definitely agree that 'ghetto' is a state of being. Yes, sometimes people can 'act' ghetto. For example, adding water to cranberry juice or shampoo to make it go that extra mile before buying a new bottle. Even worse, adding water to your roommate's shampoo or cranberry juice. One might say this is just poor etiquette.

I feel it's the same difference as calling a black person a nigger or someone retarded or gay. It shouldn't be a bullshit adjective thrown around for lack better vocabulary.

Unless you grew up in the projects and had to use water instead of milk for cereal, you might wanna refrain from using it. It's only fair. Speak to what you know, right?

1. ghetto

1. (n.) an impoverished, neglected, or otherwise disadvantaged residential area of a city, usually troubled by a disproportionately large amount of crime
2. (adj.) urban; of or relating to (inner) city life
3. (adj.) poor; of or relating to the poor life
4. (adj.) jury-rigged, improvised, or home-made (usually with extremely cheap or sub-standard components), yet still deserving of an odd sense of respect from ghetto dwellers and non-ghetto dwellers alike
1. John's paranoia about triple-checking whether or not he's locked his car doors comes from his growing up in the ghetto
2. "Why you always be talkin' ghetto? Get yo'self a propa' e-ju-ma-kay-shun, kid!"
3. Jane hid her head in embarrasment as her mom shamelessly committed the ghetto act of stuffing the restaurant's bread rolls, sugar packets, and silverware in her purse
4. "A TV Guide duct-taped to a 4 foot stick?! That's one hella ghetto 'mote control!"

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Get Your Sexy On: The Tour Ends Here

I enjoy provocative reality shows as much as the next fool. My heart sank during the season finale of 'Rock of Love 2.' Why did Bret pick the under-sexed Amber over Daisy, who only speaks in rock 'n' roll cliches?

Bret says it wasn't 'rock of like,' but 'rock of love.' I get it. He was in it to win it with a sane chick who wasn't a stripper. People are already taking bets on how long it will last. Silly, rabbits! Bret can deceive us with his hairline week to week, but he won't be deceived by ill-intentioned women any longer! This is the real deal. Here's to looking outside of the box and finding love by any means necessary!

Also, here's a fun picture of some fierce hair I (and I'm sure Bret) would love to rock.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Coachella, why you do me that way?

Jack. Johnson. Headliner?
Over it. Thank god they added Princey. I hope he wear his purple onesie!

Maybe I'm spoiled from last year's incredible lineup of Bjork, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE(!).

True, this gives me an excuse to save money and invest my airfare and ticket fee to the wedding I'm part of in July. That's not the point. Who is Jack Johnson and why in god's name is he headlining every major summer tour this year from Coachella to Bannaroo? Who are his people?

Even Lollapalooza managed to pull a better lineup this year than Coachella. True, all of the non-headlining bands are just amazing as previous years. Fatboy Slim, Mark Ronson, Hot Chip, Vampire Weekend, M.I.A., and Animal Collective are not chump change by any means. Alls I'm sayin' is if they hadn't added Prince last minute, this year's lineup would have been a sham! A sham!

Thursday, January 24, 2008


The Magazine I worked for went out of business. It's the second publication in the past year that I have worked for that has stopped its printers. No one is buying print ads anymore. Sad. Who knew I would graduate college a dinosaur. I think it's safe to say I've spent more time unemployed than I have working since I've graduated college.

I can go into the myriad of reasons the publication didn't make it: the selfish greed of its founders, the lack of marketplace interest, targeting the wrong clients.

After we'd removed the cancerous employees who were hurting our mission and morale, it seemed like we spent hour after hour on damage control and assuaging the few loyal clients we had left. The work wasn't arduous when I, for once, felt comfortable with my supervisors and support. We seemed to really become cohesive as a team. Though we knew we were struggling, we remained optimistic. The damage had been done.

Now I'm competing with people who have been laid off at Yahoo for our spot on the dole. Awesome.

I'm thinking about what to do next, certainly. My primary concern is figuring out where to
go. Costa Rica? I've never been to Central America. I doubt Costa Rica should be my first choice. I should really take this time to discover where my parents are from, Honduras. Maybe I'll try Mexico City or Arizona or Texas. I want to go some place I've never been. Create a new adventure worthy of my unexpected time off.