Mind Bottled: Part One

I love lists.  Sometimes I make one just to remind myself to make one.  Of course, like all card carrying procrastinators, I get to thing one and then it’s SQUIRREL!  And off I go.  That doesn’t’ change the fact that to make a list makes me feel all buttoned up and organized.  I have been wanting to do some reviewing for y0u and since I am about a year behind on the new new I will just hit you with my list of…….



1) The Abyss- the James Cameron flick made in ’89

After I got used to the suffocating feeling I had from the constant under water scenage I was able to get on board with the story. I am confident that most of you have seen this so I will spare the footnotes.  It was formulaic only in the most entertaining of ways and in its innocence it spoke to the most basic of truths.  We are taking a giant shat on mother earth and we should probably knock it off.  If the movie had been made now I reckon that the underwater lifebeings would have went through with the washing away of humanity.  Would you blame ’em?

2) The concerts I went to this last month: Mos Def and Devil Makes Three.

Easy like Sunday evening.  A consummate pro at life.

There is nothing as powerful as being at a show with a thousand people that know all of the words.  Goose bumps the entire time.  All despite the wet blanket beside me that looked like she would rather be at home watching dancing with the stars or the bachelor.  I wanted to shove a banjo down her throat.  Instead I just sang all the words in her ear and danced like my boots were on fire.

3) Soft Core Porn Disguised As Earnest Cinema (i.e Spartacus/Trueblood/The Tudors, etc.)


You won’t believe me but I promise you that this show is surprisingly fleshed out and compelling.  There is nothing wrong with dipping my history lessons in a little sugar, is there?  A friend once asked me what I saw in t.v like this and the only answer I had at the time was an echo of my dad, “because I said so!”  The bigger truth is that I like titillation, loosely drawn historical themes and drama, together.  I can glide between genres of music with some semblance of ease so why not with celluloid?  I have sat through enough indie swill to earn the right to oogle some roman flesh.

4) National Geographic

Our world is blessed to have this stunning and diligent documentation of all the wonders in it.  I am always inspired and bettered by what I find in its glossy pages.  Hopefully the aliens find NG instead of People when they come to check us out.  I send out a giant thank you to everyone that has been involved in this institution.  May we venture to be interesting enough to keep you superstars busy.

I found this amazing tumblr account that is operated by a fella that scans all his NG’s for our viewing pleasure.  Peep it for some eye and brain food.  http://onyxearth.tumblr.com/

5) Nostalgia. Perhaps I am underwhelmed with the new or maybe as I age (like a fine cheese) I find comfort in the familiar.  Who knows.  Maybe its old De La tracks, high school reunions, or a dab of Obsession for Men on my pillow. Whatever it may be, I likes it old school.

Oh hells yeah!

To let it all go.  Me, SoCo, and my girls.

I used to write him a letter a week when I was eleven.  Lost Boys is still in constant rotation.  I wish that someone had had the sense to encase him in amber before he hit 17.

Alright then.  Stay tuned for Part Deux.

Love Allways,


Spring, Sprang, Sprung

Finally, after false starts and heart breaking deluges of rain and cold, it seems as if Spring may have sprung.  I am aware that just the mere act of writing this may bring on another winter and if it does I will knit you all a rain poncho out of the threads of my moldy words.  And so we begin…..

After two plus weeks of hustling for those duckets behind a lawn mower and trowel I am back in Portland with the intention of staying put.  Still jobless but hopeful that Spring will bring me some prospects.  Stay tuned for a new line of woman’s work wear that I conceptualized with my friend Elisha.  While on bent knee in the mud and muck I fantasized about what I would wear if I were dry and when I realized that I might never be so,  I started on what to wear while I was wet, dirty, and toiling.  I have sketched up some pieces and will start on the material sourcing and color story as soon as I can.  If any of you readers have thoughts on what you would like in tough work wear please let me know.  I know that you all like to work outside for job or joy and would prefer to be well clothed as you do.

I was blessed with tickets to Mos Def for my birthday by one Cambria Rippa.  Oh glory be!  Having been a fan of his music, acting, and face for many moons, you can well imagine my ecstatic shouts of happy at every move he made.  And what moves!  Mr. Mos held a look of blissed out nummerness throughout and moved with the funk and grace of a troubadour.   One of my companions had nothing nice to say about his djs, and though I am inclined to agree in hindsight, I didn’t notice during the show.  All I saw was an extremely well dressed man performing perfectly just for me.  Not to mention all of the eye candy that surrounded me.  Mama likes a little color in her life……..At one point a fella approached me and commented on the superiority of my hind quarters, to which I said, “The lord giveth.”  His reply was lightning quick and just about enough to get my number immediately.  “The lord asketh me to holler at you latereth.”  Yup.

I have been harvesting photos for this blog for a while now and have some that are random enough to never fit into one category.  This is the perfect entry for such things.  The poem is by my favorite, Pablo Neruda.  He writes of ocean and wood, love and earth.  Perfection.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me

The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

-from Twenty Poems of Love

Boogie Men

I awoke to the gray day that makes up the lions share of Portland weather and realized that today is the 14 year anniversary of Biggie Smalls’ murder.  The memories that were set to his musical stylings came flooding back.  Biggie was one of my hip-hop pantheon.  He was the Jabba of rap and I swooned over his raspy, filthy words.  I am west coast lass by birth but my ears belong to the east.  Rest in peace my friend and may justice eventually be brought to the fool that done slayed you.

As a tribute to the Notorious One I bring you a small slice of the male species that have defined what it means to be a real man.  God bless ’em, fewer and fewer are born every day.  So if you have one of these men in your keeping you best hold on tight because a real man is a commodity.

“If you don’t love yourself, I’ll make you see your own heart.”

“I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until finally I became that person. Or he became me.”  Cary Grant

No, Aloe, YOU make me smile.

“Put my heart and soul into this song….” Mos Def   (Tickets to the show in April, hint hint, my birfday cometh)

Ole Blue Eyes, how I love thee.  So dashing, so scattaweebobdooweedoooooo!

Holy balls look at this guy.  Channing Tatum.  Dang!

When men were men and the two martini lunch ruled.

“I love your funny face, your sunny, funny face..” Fred Astaire, light on his feet and quick with the charm.

Sean Penn, so very very.

Unrivaled style and skill, may I introduce Theophilus London!

“A lot of people say to me, ‘Why did you kill Christ?’ I dunno, it was one of those parties, got out of hand, you know.”

Lenny Bruce

A stylish man with dash and finesse is a thing of beauty.  I will not deny worshiping at that alter.  Hope your days is grand!