tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16863600484261573232024-02-18T20:04:37.191-08:00Get Up On ThisDJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-41109703805969814462016-03-06T23:11:00.001-08:002016-03-06T23:11:12.861-08:00Downloading Good Fishing in Southern New York and Long Island: Fresh and Salt Waters from the Lower.. by Jim Capossela eBOOK<a href="http://ebook-aktuell.com/22026660-ebook-good-fishing-in-southern-new-york-and-long-island-fresh-and-salt-waters-from-the-lower-by-jim-capossela-gratis-pdf-epub-ipad-download.html#.Vt0pjeHCDmI.blogger">Downloading Good Fishing in Southern New York and Long Island: Fresh and Salt Waters from the Lower.. by Jim Capossela eBOOK</a>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-56159912474610088862009-03-11T06:54:00.000-07:002009-03-11T07:21:21.283-07:00Whatcha Gonna Do with All that Brick?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmjBvxniZRucuTSqSTb1Z5SEm4OMFP7V-YsqqZe3Eu5lwYxveTl4-Zubwu5IjMRlPwNOIetsCqYmUGslCpuncEAgSnbbC02BPkkhqi5NiMYjuJ1_kVLxDCAtpSf43YoFOEu_RmGFpksK-/s1600-h/living+room.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmjBvxniZRucuTSqSTb1Z5SEm4OMFP7V-YsqqZe3Eu5lwYxveTl4-Zubwu5IjMRlPwNOIetsCqYmUGslCpuncEAgSnbbC02BPkkhqi5NiMYjuJ1_kVLxDCAtpSf43YoFOEu_RmGFpksK-/s400/living+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311929063732934322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here's a blurry photo of our living room and its brick walls. So far we only have one adornment, a 52" flatscreen TV which hasn't been mounted yet.<br /><br />M has a ton of paintings and artwork from his family and thrift store purchases. Those will easily take up the walls that aren't brick.<br /><br />What to do with those? I can't imagine picture frames are going to be easy to tack into brick. My friend has this 'bird wall' in which every image is a bird in a different picture frame. I love the idea of pictures in frames as 'wallpaper.' The pic below is from Domino Magazine's website.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOYNDKiufj_wcMzcCvZ8-zubYQZUcSZDT56CY8gpK91m8rHimp4S9YAovjGG3ZAcqRxf-1M1SqvnPjwMyB8h0fLx_P34MSae6pX8Xt5Fv7Lswkc6CjjrL8T1R_lvsqyiA74hNyaDClmsG/s1600-h/wall+paper+pics_04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOYNDKiufj_wcMzcCvZ8-zubYQZUcSZDT56CY8gpK91m8rHimp4S9YAovjGG3ZAcqRxf-1M1SqvnPjwMyB8h0fLx_P34MSae6pX8Xt5Fv7Lswkc6CjjrL8T1R_lvsqyiA74hNyaDClmsG/s400/wall+paper+pics_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311934333765663826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://www.dominomag.com/galleries/objects/accessories/art/family_photos_04<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I wouldn't necessarily do this in a bathroom as they have, but still worth investigating. This look is a bit cluttered for my taste, but trimming it down to a few choice images in huge frames would be right up my alley.</span><br /><br /><br /></div></div>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-29799840799596912112009-03-10T08:05:00.000-07:002009-03-10T08:30:56.035-07:00Gift Giving Made Simple?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Alls of a sudden it's wedding season again.<br /><br />Though really, it seems everyone's getting engaged and setting dates these days.<br /><br />I've been fairly busy lately and last Friday I got notice that the month of April will be booked with Bridal Showers. I didn't even realize there was such a thing. What a novice.<br /><br />I think I get one weekend to myself that has nothing to do with a wedding. That being said, it's a good thing for bridal registries because what do you get someone you've known for 20 years on their special day? It's a lot of pressure I feel.<br /><br />Lord knows the suggestions on the web don't do much to preserve one's sense of pride and dignity.<br /><br />I think I'd get laughed out of the shower if I showed up with this suggested item from jcpenny.com:</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsnTydMNYhkqbCM0FuxTFa15UeJZMuNAW7voADNe6kfz1AK8Y4Z9zml-eQ9gF_OahXpmPDJKUmA86X05yEQORALJwHNBVIRyOxBp_YAI42AGWca5xCpF0VuVEt0IG8FVEcwd0y0y-K3Fu/s1600-h/pancake+pans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsnTydMNYhkqbCM0FuxTFa15UeJZMuNAW7voADNe6kfz1AK8Y4Z9zml-eQ9gF_OahXpmPDJKUmA86X05yEQORALJwHNBVIRyOxBp_YAI42AGWca5xCpF0VuVEt0IG8FVEcwd0y0y-K3Fu/s400/pancake+pans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578282940142050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Or, for a more modern twist on tacky gift items:<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZzhGDRMTxDtbyaNa2M_ODOGfm03qaqgROHDb73exm1MyBCNxP8GBZNB8OjZW9-Vko1Q7wAHo9TERW7ttBFWzZMqunZA50D0pp_Ket9VxAnfHazSr9gwsMcm-ata8wC8RtHgdzS9cQ3XX/s1600-h/caketopper_sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZzhGDRMTxDtbyaNa2M_ODOGfm03qaqgROHDb73exm1MyBCNxP8GBZNB8OjZW9-Vko1Q7wAHo9TERW7ttBFWzZMqunZA50D0pp_Ket9VxAnfHazSr9gwsMcm-ata8wC8RtHgdzS9cQ3XX/s400/caketopper_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311581007720210722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Personalized caketoppers! </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" dir="ltr" id=":10b"></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.tybinc.com/cid-47-1/wedding_cake_toppers.html">http://www.tybi<wbr>nc.com/cid-47-1<wbr>/wedding_cake_t<wbr>oppers.html</a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Just what every couple needs from their nearest and dearest!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Things that make you go hmmmnnnn....<br /><br /><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-2099804865027571832009-02-10T12:42:00.000-08:002009-02-10T12:45:19.700-08:00Boston Added to the M&M World Tour!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thanks to the gracious hosting of pal, LG, BOSTON, MA has now been added to the M&M world tour.<br /><br />Dates are May 22-24.<br /><br />woot.woot.<br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-55233149036947714982009-02-06T11:38:00.000-08:002009-02-06T11:58:15.893-08:00M & M World Tour 2009<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">M and I just finished planning the first leg of our 2009 world tour.<br /><br />Eggs-citing!<br /><br />Mar 14-23- Costa Rica<br />Mar 27-30- Florida<br />May 13-17- San Francisco<br /><br />We are more than happy to take requests on other locations that may need our services.<br /><br />I anticipate adventure at every turn.<br /><br />Coincidentally, two of the destinations require bathing suits. Hmnnn....getting back to my original birth weight in one month will be a challenge, but I am more than willing to try.<br /><br />Holler.<br /><br /><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-23876026156112958272009-02-06T09:53:00.000-08:002009-02-06T11:36:34.935-08:00'In This Economy'-an urban poem'<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">In This Economy'<br /><br />You can't get no job<br />You can't get no satisfaction<br /><br />It's just me and the tumbleweed<br />wondering where to go and what to do next<br /><br />Scrounging around for pennies for those rainy days<br />Hot dang-<br />It's pouring.<br /><br />It's all over your face.<br /><br />Tell me, how does it taste?<br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-29778211470798795802009-02-06T06:56:00.000-08:002009-02-06T09:51:09.243-08:00Oh, Hi! ...O<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Work sent me on a 5-day technology extravaganza to Ohio.<br /><br />I will say I was less than thrilled at the notion of going to a freezing state in the beginning of February. Nonetheless, the constant buzz of people during the 3-day conference kept me energized.<br /><br />During set up I got to get a real taste of Americana. The weekend before our conference coincided with a Anime convention for teens. Kids were dressed up as Rainbow Bright, Pichachu, and other characters I will never know nor care to know. Makes me nervous to think of the state of America's youth. In addition to the tween gaming expo, there was also a cheerleading tournament. Honestly, people watching during Saturday and Sunday was the most excitement I'd gotten the whole time.<br /><br />I couldn't find a dang thing to do near my hotel, but at the same time, I was too tired after a whole day of chatting people up to explore.<br /><br />It's perhaps sad, but there are definitely places in this world that are not on my radar to visit. Ohio was one of them. Can't say I disagree with that notion after I've been there.<br /><br />Here are others:<br />Minnesota<br />Wisconsin<br />North and South Dakota<br />Missouri<br />Kansas<br />Nebraska<br /><br />I could go on, but I think you get the picture.<br /><br />I'm not trying to be a snot. I swear.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-47972453746254237172009-01-28T07:14:00.000-08:002009-01-28T07:28:28.981-08:00SNOW DAY<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I was originally gonna post about my spin class yesterday. It had been the first time I'd been to the gym in months. I used to go to the gym at least 3-4 times a week in SF.<br /><br />My girl B hooked me up with a free pass to her gym for a few days. While I think it's a smidge pricey for this pauper ($173/mo!), it is definitely what I needed. I can't say how energizing it was to work my way threw a whole class without having to take breaks.<br /><br />I figure at this point, whatever is going on with my knee is going to get handled eventually. Might at well fuck all, deal with the pain, and go back to my regular routine until I can see a real doctor about it. No sense staying in this fat bod any longer than necessary.<br /><br />So I woke up this morning thinking what a nightmare it's going to be to get to work during the mess of a snow storm we are having in NYC.<br /><br />Lo and behold, I checked my phone and the office manager had sent us a text: Stay home. Snow Day!<br /><br />What a marvelous treat! I haven't had a snow day since 8th grade...AND I went to college in Syracuse.<br /><br />Today I will get to my errands, hit the gym, and check out the Knicks at MSG!<br /><br />We have an extra ticket so if anyone wants to go, lemme know!<br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-24873350357950460322009-01-18T14:02:00.000-08:002009-01-20T17:36:46.114-08:00Hassan/Closer to the Earth<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I was a kid, my brother had a friend who lived across the street. His name was Hassan and he would come over to play video games.<br /><br />Every time he'd come through the door, he'd take off his shoes which I thought was kinda funny because we never required him to do that. He'd always insisted he take off his shoes as soon as he came in.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The basis for feet symbolism goes back to the Vedic conception of the universe as the body of God. Just like a body has high and low parts so this universe has high and low, pure and impure places. Up is high, down is low. Feet touch the ground, which is low, and so when you enter a temple you leave your low part at the door. We take off our impure part, our feet, symbolized by leaving our shoes at the door as we enter sacred space. You might say we leave our materialistic side at the door when we enter spiritual space.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.sanskrit.org/www/Hindu%20Primer/feetsymbolism.html</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saturday, I went to meet up with my friend N who had just come back from a 7 week stint in his native India. He told me about all his adventures and I couldn't help but kick myself. He'd been planning this trip since before I left San Francisco. He was going back for the occasion of his cousin's wedding and I offered myself up as a cheap date.<br /><br />I can't believe I didn't book my ticket right then and there. Where is my sense of adventure these days? Lost in the midst of watching other people's failed risk? Who knows!<br /><br />He told me about taking a 6 hour hike at the base of the river that feeds into the Himalayas. (I could be entirely making up that last sentence as he was telling me these stories over vodka tonics.) Point is, he's walking on this hike with this little boy who is describing defense mechanisms in the event that they run into a tiger. A TIGER. Can you imagine?<br /><br />I'd prolly piss myself and get eaten up on the spot.<br /><br />Back to tigers and other animals. Then N narrated another time he met up with his artist pal who is there working on, what else, art. Again, details evade me. I'm not sure what part of India they were during this adventure. All I remember is they are making their way through miles of wildlife when they get to a clearing. Artist Pal who is ahead gasps with what N described as fear. N catches up and sees a fresh hyena corpse!<br /><br />Do you know anything about hyenas? From <span style="font-style: italic;">The African Wildlife Federation</span> website:<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The spotted hyena is a skillful hunter but also an opportunistic scavenger. It consumes animals of various types and sizes, carrion, bones, vegetable matter and other animals' droppings. The powerful jaws and digestive tract of the hyena allow it to process and obtain nutrients from skin and bones. The only parts of prey not fully digested are hair, horns and hooves; these are regurgitated in the form of pellets.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They eat everything but hair and horns! SICK, DUDE!<br /><br />So the moral of all this is: drop your plans. Live life! Take adventures when you can! Don't get eaten by hyenas! Be thankful for the spirituality of your being!<br /><br />Also, our president is Barack Obama. Officially.<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div></div></div>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-89352388597382052972009-01-07T18:06:00.000-08:002009-01-07T18:25:51.260-08:00Passport Photo<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Someone's confused my passport photo order.<br /><br />Someone gave me the wrong pictures back! Who's that fat fuck with the unruly hair and jowels?<br /><br />Oh, wait. What? That <span style="font-style: italic;">IS...me?<br /><br /></span>Ay Chihuahuas.<br /><br />Remember that time I said I could stand to lose like 5 lbs or so? Make that 30.<br /><br />Mama mia, this baby beluga bit is not becoming of me. Everyone warned me about living with a boy and following their habits. I've fallen prey! I've fallen prey!<br /><br />No, but really, I have to give up my bad habits. This morning my boss caught me with a hot chocolate and a half a cupcake. He asked what my mother would say if she saw me eating such an unbalanced meal.<br /><br />I'm not sure, really. I don't think she knows that I eat utter crap if left to my own devices.<br /><br />So I'm back on my 'no solids' diet. Let's see how long this one lasts.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-84105717587680750532008-12-29T14:59:00.000-08:002008-12-31T09:01:48.168-08:00Peas 2008, Smell Ya Never<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So apart from the a few traumatic experiences this year (sarah palin, economic breakdown, losing my job, leaving SF), there were things to note.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I moved in with a boy. The first batch of my dear good friends were married and now have husbands.<br /><br />These things have made for a very pivotal, landmark year.<br /><br />So for next year I wish pragmatic things everyone around the world should have: a steady job with insurance, a home, and health.<br /><br /><br />Cheers '08! Be nice '09!<br /><br />I leave you with some sexy animals who wish you all the best in the next year...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6vmia-iIsY9heUQXQLrHb9_qcC68DvPO_w_dHYAQJ3G04xsSDnHYiIrw9Z7zgz294ccMWEX-EvQ5iySUd7aolJICXMZkOLdB4yVwkhI1KZ6iBT9I0J6Lnhkiz2kbrjgek-Xfd4IlOG67/s1600-h/cute-little-animals-06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6vmia-iIsY9heUQXQLrHb9_qcC68DvPO_w_dHYAQJ3G04xsSDnHYiIrw9Z7zgz294ccMWEX-EvQ5iySUd7aolJICXMZkOLdB4yVwkhI1KZ6iBT9I0J6Lnhkiz2kbrjgek-Xfd4IlOG67/s400/cute-little-animals-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285992467694424530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4aVCp5hbdmrlJNlFzCodvVyvqCext_I30XgxbykeR5X2QBXXFo529MAPWuNXOMctKAJm2bCoh7lJnkGKdWB4Irw7Xfq_H9oHdvhTYTjZ5MyVP7HeUV_ennVoUQUzgDJHh8B4wBsma3OA/s1600-h/puppy+on+pink+horse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4aVCp5hbdmrlJNlFzCodvVyvqCext_I30XgxbykeR5X2QBXXFo529MAPWuNXOMctKAJm2bCoh7lJnkGKdWB4Irw7Xfq_H9oHdvhTYTjZ5MyVP7HeUV_ennVoUQUzgDJHh8B4wBsma3OA/s400/puppy+on+pink+horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285995768360532146" border="0" /></a>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-31727304955669451722008-12-20T19:34:00.000-08:002008-12-23T07:44:46.506-08:00Hell is Cold<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You'd thinking having gone to university in Syracuse would accustom me to the bitter cold and snow.<br /><br />Maybe it has something to do with the human preservation tactic of forgetting the things that bring you down in life.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />So here's a slap of the wrist to Ol' Man Winter. Bugger Off! Go find some other American region to harass.<br /><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-18461904140798360612008-11-24T18:05:00.000-08:002008-11-24T18:46:41.154-08:00It's Potty Time<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The holiday season is here! It's my favorite time of year though it's always packed with 'to do' lists.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Doesn't seem too hard.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Really? For whom? I ain't potty training no ruggles or animals.<br /><br />Anyway, everyone reading will be receiving the final result of my search.<br /><br />Stay tuned.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjue0l4d_rQoIKuDFGI5DFCsrli_vxrRAQ5hnHullzfas061MnCGxiyhC6a7MDwrFOAUyUt3eJ9spW8rxlB_70PtxhynBf_dhni7WpIhyt6ppcbMWkhERJ8Sk81K7aGqHwyJJf9OT48XtgF/s1600-h/Potty+Time.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjue0l4d_rQoIKuDFGI5DFCsrli_vxrRAQ5hnHullzfas061MnCGxiyhC6a7MDwrFOAUyUt3eJ9spW8rxlB_70PtxhynBf_dhni7WpIhyt6ppcbMWkhERJ8Sk81K7aGqHwyJJf9OT48XtgF/s400/Potty+Time.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272415919974384786" border="0" />(dog featured in photo not dog from card)</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjue0l4d_rQoIKuDFGI5DFCsrli_vxrRAQ5hnHullzfas061MnCGxiyhC6a7MDwrFOAUyUt3eJ9spW8rxlB_70PtxhynBf_dhni7WpIhyt6ppcbMWkhERJ8Sk81K7aGqHwyJJf9OT48XtgF/s1600-h/Potty+Time.png"> </a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-72107453636908817662008-11-08T16:35:00.000-08:002008-11-08T16:36:25.879-08:00A Bamalama Repost<span><b><u>An Open Letter to Barack Obama By Alice Walker<br /></u></b><br /></span> <div><br /></div> <div> <div>Dear Brother Obama,<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />We are the ones we have been waiting for.<br /><br />In Peace and Joy,<br />Alice Walker</div></div>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-44252892326607246882008-11-08T16:26:00.000-08:002008-11-08T16:31:12.764-08:00You're My Obsession<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Sexy Animal(s) of the Days Cuteness Alert!<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />You may have already seen this through friends or other cuteness connoisseurs vehicles.<br />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?<br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="320" id="utv801768"><param name="flashvars" value="viewcount=false&autoplay=false&brand=embed"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/live/317016"><embed flashvars="viewcount=false&autoplay=false&brand=embed" width="400" height="320" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="utv801768" name="utv_n_574058" src="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/live/317016" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><a href="http://www.ustream.tv/channels" style="padding:2px 0px 4px;width:400px;background:#FFFFFF;display:block;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-size:10px;text-decoration:underline;text-align:center;" target="_blank">Free TV : Ustream</a><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></div></div>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-21228934216392188362008-11-04T20:18:00.001-08:002008-11-04T20:21:50.805-08:00Thanks, America<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoS7_Q9vdc1HWkYWGryX3NXse9qOFg9khvy9P-5OSRBNoHzMm2kwMzDo0kElESedJ09JNTtq3vDODTLrH4v2EaWapBhnNgk69OaKxoWYwDHj9U8EdZGe-koMPNPGNWFoixSJfxpeOzebLA/s1600-h/IMG_4567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoS7_Q9vdc1HWkYWGryX3NXse9qOFg9khvy9P-5OSRBNoHzMm2kwMzDo0kElESedJ09JNTtq3vDODTLrH4v2EaWapBhnNgk69OaKxoWYwDHj9U8EdZGe-koMPNPGNWFoixSJfxpeOzebLA/s400/IMG_4567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265023226129933186" border="0" /></a>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-24293665445695287122008-10-08T21:42:00.000-07:002008-10-08T22:13:09.881-07:00These Days I Barely Get By; I Don't Even Try<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've been meaning to write a state of the union address.<br /><br />What a mess.<br /><br />To start.<br /><br />That's about all there really is to say, right?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 nytimes.com for her updates. She more than adequately and justly gives the play-by-play on that feminist disaster.<br /><br />Here's the link to her latest posts in any case: http://topics.nytimes.com/top/opinion/editorialsandoped/oped/columnists/maureendowd/index.html?scp=1-spot&sq=maureen%20dowd&st=cse<br /><br />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.<br /><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-1898492131007263462008-10-02T21:10:00.000-07:002008-10-02T21:32:22.189-07:00This One Goes Out To The One I LoveHa, I gotcha!<br /><br />I bet you were thinking I was gonna write an epic poem about the Other M.<br /><br />Oh, but no.<br /><br />I actually mean good ol' buddy Loch Ness.<br /><br />Chin up, dear Buddy.<br /><br />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)<br /><br />AND...just in time...<br /><br /><div style="font-style: italic;" class="titlePetBlessing"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pet Blessings 2008</span></div> </div> <div class="titleblurb">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.<br /></div><a href="http://www.americancatholic.org/Features/francis/blessing.asp"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.americancatholic.org/Features/francis/blessing.asp">http://www.americancatholic.org/Features/francis/blessing.asp</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">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.<br /><br />I know what you're thinking: 'What about that bunny you had who you disparaged at every turn, you two face slimeball!?'<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /></div></div><br />{i just pulled that St. Francis bit from a lesson in Mrs. Kilgen's 2nd grade class!}DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-29916751533883607662008-09-30T17:36:00.000-07:002008-09-30T17:38:13.606-07:00In MemoriamIn Memoriam:<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />In death, the only solace is to remember the joys in life and to continue to honor the people who bring us this joy.DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-31850784553058010822008-09-20T15:13:00.001-07:002008-09-20T15:29:17.104-07:00Topshop, America?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_82ofBKWZFB7dlqdgIAZwr5INg5OBQn3QdsQCkmi9GoOsPg_BBZzSNvygbzG-w_rAELoA3XWzo7FbcTVhHUTOM5QiNOEaK4w2FmAoIJ29KHtZgl0OPFwgTfKC3JJw9o5Rr2T7BOZ3CD8O/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_82ofBKWZFB7dlqdgIAZwr5INg5OBQn3QdsQCkmi9GoOsPg_BBZzSNvygbzG-w_rAELoA3XWzo7FbcTVhHUTOM5QiNOEaK4w2FmAoIJ29KHtZgl0OPFwgTfKC3JJw9o5Rr2T7BOZ3CD8O/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248233149219811266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'Oh, yeah? You like my (insert item here). Well, it's only sold in Europe. Yeah, sucks you can't get your own.' </span> <br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Oh wait, only I do that, you say? Whoops!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, come to find out Topshop is opening an American element to their website.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.topshop.com">www.topshop.com </a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Now, you can browse in prices inflated to match our dollar! Thanks, Topshop!<br /><br />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?<br /><br />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 ;)<br /><br />wwwwaaaaa<br /><br />waaaaaaaaaaaaa<br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-65720521286693947792008-09-20T11:16:00.000-07:002008-09-20T15:12:25.515-07:00The Importance of Being Earnest, Redux<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Annotated Bibliography</span><br /><br />Here are some things I want:<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. Insurance (so I can get my bum leg to physical therapy.) </span><br /></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">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.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">2. a hair cut (so that dryness and tangling will no longer halt my daily schedule.)</span> </span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">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.</span><br /></div></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3. wax: legs and bikini (shaving for like 14 years has finally gotten to my skin.)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">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.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4. an apartment (again, can't tell if i'm being picky.)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Shoot me in face. That's how much I really want to talk about this topic.<br /><br /></span> </span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5. a brand new wardrobe (I feel like I haven't gotten new clothes since last fall.)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span><br /></span><br /></span> </div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">6. new glasses (I love my glasses now, but need an update.)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">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.<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">7. a puppy (for good measure.)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">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.<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">8. a new ipod (I haven't had one since...06? Can't even remember.)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">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.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">9. gym membership (i'm fat.)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">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.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">xoxo</span></div>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-8562635036130994032008-09-20T10:31:00.000-07:002008-09-20T11:09:13.097-07:00The Purse Dig<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hot dangit do I hate the inevitable purse dig.<br /><br />Ladies, y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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, <span style="font-style: italic;">somewhere</span>.<br /><br />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.<br />1. money items: wallet, change, receipts<br />2. beauty items: tissues, lip gloss, eye drops, mirror, bobby pins<br />3. electronics: ipo (yeah, i got a new one; that's for another post), Blackberry<br /><br />Seemed like a pretty solid plan that worked well when changing bags. Here's the issue: I found myself endlessly digging through pouches!<br /><br />When will it end?<br /><br />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.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQY93P3JEdZwWiZtmJ92nads0-LWoVw-bulsTZnUfe_khicxIoeAMhnSJ8HhvvpdtvF1QbTZYAcLC-ZhjS4eudiwtVyXWrhXppUCl20KXH4XLtGpAAbDGWLdqEspF_pB5Hn5UQ-YpyPbw/s1600-h/Photo+90.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQY93P3JEdZwWiZtmJ92nads0-LWoVw-bulsTZnUfe_khicxIoeAMhnSJ8HhvvpdtvF1QbTZYAcLC-ZhjS4eudiwtVyXWrhXppUCl20KXH4XLtGpAAbDGWLdqEspF_pB5Hn5UQ-YpyPbw/s200/Photo+90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248165371941315650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Does anyone know a good leather worker?! I could bring it to Honduras, but...that's a long trip.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXEs-zxpfmNJKRHtYD4IcgNjx_awrcXAykehucf8A_bD6phgiKRzNWGpgDaqhmuRRzrVJOJia-cJ8MICRxt8ySZP_qmsnGH6AOYgjHw7k4APfAFLDTjX4bVR00UBf2LDZRt19YdLC5CoO/s1600-h/Photo+89.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXEs-zxpfmNJKRHtYD4IcgNjx_awrcXAykehucf8A_bD6phgiKRzNWGpgDaqhmuRRzrVJOJia-cJ8MICRxt8ySZP_qmsnGH6AOYgjHw7k4APfAFLDTjX4bVR00UBf2LDZRt19YdLC5CoO/s200/Photo+89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248164089636795506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgYhcZXXCx09Dm1PCrLteKlxappSw6agvSC-k9pxxcKSh5kQKLCGqA7IcDSQL-wpZ7074GX-R7O5Ocgm-uMewx7y9sWip0CcZEl5mBJA9M8M_PGtql9HZXmYbXSAokntdO3vdyWLUMbpQ/s1600-h/Photo+88.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgYhcZXXCx09Dm1PCrLteKlxappSw6agvSC-k9pxxcKSh5kQKLCGqA7IcDSQL-wpZ7074GX-R7O5Ocgm-uMewx7y9sWip0CcZEl5mBJA9M8M_PGtql9HZXmYbXSAokntdO3vdyWLUMbpQ/s200/Photo+88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248163924394901682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-27153176147582835772008-09-14T08:24:00.000-07:002008-09-20T11:15:21.208-07:00I Love That Song, Too!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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 <span style="font-style: italic;">Hung Up.</span> Sometimes he'd let the whole <span style="font-style: italic;">Confessions on a Dancefloor</span> album roll through but mostly it was <span style="font-style: italic;">Hung Up</span>--on loop!<br /><br />I can get down with that album. I owned it. I shook my sassafrass to <span style="font-style: italic;">Hung Up</span> all the time--in 2006. Not sure what place that song and album had on a Sunday morning in 2007.<br /><br />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, <span style="font-style: italic;">In Rainbows</span>. I quite love listening to any Radiohead album straight through. When I lived alone, I'd play a setlist from my itunes or <a href="seeqpod.com">seeqpod.com</a> 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.<br /><br />This morning neighbor pal played <span style="font-style: italic;">Enjoy the Silence</span> by Depeche Mode, another of my favorite songs. After that he played Blur! I don't know you neighbor, but I love you.<br /><br />Ps, Welcome to the new subscribers to Get Up On This!<br /><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-85474545983231737452008-09-06T20:46:00.000-07:002008-09-06T21:33:05.205-07:00Waitress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhPjwiIfyndERULbPFWD77xuQg_AakbV71Va-ldnNHA2DHFxK9hAEy7VuhKVknO7SXGvCiTThXROsekS-GSdvw_8MMUCin3-NXSW73wcr7fIkyL5JRrW8pvrTDGaC-eKpiB-7sQM840QS/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhPjwiIfyndERULbPFWD77xuQg_AakbV71Va-ldnNHA2DHFxK9hAEy7VuhKVknO7SXGvCiTThXROsekS-GSdvw_8MMUCin3-NXSW73wcr7fIkyL5JRrW8pvrTDGaC-eKpiB-7sQM840QS/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243123326838634610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I just saw <span style="font-style: italic;">Waitress</span> 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.<br /><br />At first I just put it on cos nothing was on <span style="font-style: italic;">Food Network<span style="font-style: italic;">, </span></span>but was hooked by the first scene in which Jenna finds out she's preggers with aforementioned terrible husband.<br /><br />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?'<br /><br />WHAAA?, I said. NO WAY.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />This brings conflicting issues for me.<br />1. Talented women getting murdered by desperate men.<br />2. The plight of illegal immigrants.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />If you are so inclined, check out the movie. It's a terrific piece.<br /><br />Family and friend have set up a foundation on her behalf, ASF (Adrienne Shelly Foundation.) It benefits female filmmakers and their endeavors.<br /><br /></span>DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686360048426157323.post-88351053041042136622008-09-06T11:54:00.000-07:002008-09-06T11:56:13.993-07:00Just Cos Steven Tyler Is Away at Rehab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cmMD01P9WLRFT0zAu4GpzzYHuaIE6BiH49oU1Q4boSfyeQQUMXIhrLbTkw1zEtKSEPh8jPkJl1SWdM_JdJS1HK63nCZZp5LQilIdXkhmf3olaQPJIV_K1ZIzu_4F8iLfArbHWhPfFoYN/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cmMD01P9WLRFT0zAu4GpzzYHuaIE6BiH49oU1Q4boSfyeQQUMXIhrLbTkw1zEtKSEPh8jPkJl1SWdM_JdJS1HK63nCZZp5LQilIdXkhmf3olaQPJIV_K1ZIzu_4F8iLfArbHWhPfFoYN/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242984091842728210" border="0" /></a><br />Doesn't mean Fergie Fergalicious can traipse around filling the void pretending to be him. SICK.DJ Koalabeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434071063279366827noreply@blogger.com0