I love her stories...

Whew, this blog is stale.

I'm back to bloggin. 

I was talking to Jason recently about the possible reasons why I thought I seemingly abandoned my blog of a full year. I told him that when I started it, I was on tour and felt very isolated and unable to fully connect with my fellow tour mates. It was also during the presidential primaries, and being a very early Obama supporter (not to mention political Junky), I needed an outlet to spill my rants and thoughts pertaining to the most-amazing-political-race-in-history - especially when the last thing anyone on the tour wanted to listen to was my Obama soapbox sermons. 

But then I got back to New York and the entries became scant. I was working. I was busy. I was doing other things. But since that conversation, I've been thinking about it. I missed my little non-facebook-news-fed piece of interweb sky. It's therapudic. It's fun. And incidentally, a not so long lost friend of mine has started one of her own and her words are (as they've always been) inspiring and beautiful. 

So. My friends. I'm back. 

yay!

My Lady From the D

I see her every day. As my car grumbles and screams along the rusty tracks, I'm pulled out of the earth and over the river. As the outside world peels open building by building, beam by beam, each racing past my face, she appears. In my sights, far off in the distance as a proud silhouette standing firm in the heavy streams of honey colored morning-rays, or as a faint and blurred vision ever present, floating in a world of mist and rain, she's there. I see her at night too; holding strong, determined forward. Like a dwarfed yet commanding maestro at the feet of giants, she maintains her authority in all her majesty at the gates of a resonate and supreme beast of a city. As she gracefully glides behind the downcast webs of splayed cable, outstretched by twin giants of fabled stone, it's not long before she begins her retreat behind the beast. Her exit is soft as the buildings tackle above. My car slips back into the earth and the outside world topples and folds in above and around me. I find myself submerged in the angry intestines of the city, suddenly reminded of the intimate nature of my transport. My focus pulls inward and I reflect. She's always there; in the gnashing cold, in the oppressing heat, in wind, in rain, she stands tall and strong, always moving forward, lighting our way. She's there. And I see her every day.

The greatest thing since the princess could fly in Mario Bros. 2

Super Obama World

My sentiments exactly...

A gift.

Something I really hate..

...people who think it's ok to clip their finger nails in public (i.e. the subway, bus station, airplane, etc.). It drives me insane. Not only is the thought of projectile, germ infested, nail shards arbitrarily whizzing through the confined public space revolting, but the sharp, spine-stinging, clipping sound makes me want to crawl out of my skin. I witnessed a man on the subway the other day partaking in this activity. After polishing off four or five fingers, he suddenly noticed the sour faces of his fellow passengers. But instead of putting the clippers away, he decided to instead: roll his eyes and smugly continue his little petacuric project; slowly collecting as many nail crescents as he could, ones that were caught on his sweatered belly. Gross.

Why? Why did he think think the subway was the best place to do this? Bleh...

I don't know why I love this song so much...

So, this is the band MGMT and their song Time To Pretend. I'm not sure why, but there's something about it that I love so much. I could try to go into why; and try to speculate and dissect the song and the band's music - and who/what it represents, but I'll spare you... I think for now, I'll just put it out there. They're from Brooklyn and the song has gained some traction this year both nationally and internationally. Rolling Stone listed them in the top 10 "Artists to Watch" in 2008. The video is bizarrely and uniquely fascinating. I'm interested to see what happens with this band. Enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVnRzEjpUmE

YES WE DID!

Welcome, President Obama. Welcome.

Getting Back on the Horse

So it's been almost 3 months since I've been back from Europe and I have no idea where the time went. I've felt as if my career has been on an agonizing pause. Well, I'm ready to jump start this one...

I just launched my website and ordered my business cards and promotional post cards. I'll be submitting my headshots and resumes to agents as soon as they arrive to make submission packets. I'm finally getting back into dance classes and there's a slew of auditions coming up.

Getting stable enough to begin again took much longer than I anticipated. Working at such a corporate establishment with such crappy pay made me realize just why I'm out here. I'm here to make a living at what I love. I can work a shitty job anywhere, but I chose this path because this is the one thing that makes me the happiest. It does however take alot of self motivation and consistent effort. I'm always looking ahead. I have to do at least one thing for my career everyday of my life - that's my new mantra. It keeps me focused. I don't want to waste a single day.

Hopefully finding an agent won't be too difficult. We'll see.

Check out my website!

First Dude? How about First Dud?

Not so surprisingly, the right-wing network FOX News got the first interview with Sarah Palin's husband; apparently aka "First Dude". Words are not needed to express the embarrassing, patronizing tone needed for Alaska's "well-versed" First Dude. It seems as though at times she's speaking to a puppy. You really can't makes this shit up. America, this is actually happening.

RNC Seeks Better Funding for Ejookayshun?

This is no joke... I can only imagine the camera crews just waiting to get a good shot of that sign. On the other hand, that entire convention was nothing but a joke.

Nun Beauty Pageant!!

Ooo... snap.

I just love when these smart ass, right wing, nut-job, political "analysts" get called out on the vile crap that flows from their face holes. :-) Just say NO to the Republican's lying and contradicting agenda!!!

I hope all women in America share this sentiment

A Heartbeat Away From Cynicism
By Ruth Marcus
Washington Post 8/31/08

And my response...

What Ruth says is dead on. McCain's VP pick should be a slap in the face to all Hillary supporters. Women and men who supported Hillary felt that she had the experience and leadership to take on this country's problems - not simply because she had a vagina. Now, I may have had my problems with Hillary's candidacy (mainly her political ethics, judgement and candor) but I'm not blind to the reasons why people supported her. And for John "Skeletor" McCain to choose the least experienced and tested woman (or in this case: person) in presidential candidacy history, and expect those who supported the most experienced and tested woman in presidential candidacy history to just throw their support to her because they fit the same gender is outrageous and truly insulting.

This is to say that this is the main reason for picking her.

But they both give us little doubt that that is indeed the reason for picking her. With her reference to Hillary and "history making" in her speech to the crowd of Daytonians Friday, it was merely the cherry on top of their completely transparent cake of political maneuvering. And frankly, it's sad, desperate, and woefully obvious. Since she won't bring the knowledge, international (hell, even national) experience, or even name recognition to the table at this point in the game, it's obvious he chose her for two things: God fearin, gun slingin, right-wingers - and old Hillary supporters.

Well, here's a bit of news for you McSame, the right-wingers were already going to begrudgingly vote for you anyway (because they always vote in the name of abortion and guns. The God they seem to worship apparently told them that the best way to get the American people to see the light and stop killing babies and hugging trees, is to work through the political systems. Brilliant! I think I missed that Bible update memo where Jesus told mankind to force others with different views to live "righteously" through the corrupt hand of earthly law. You know, that part where he told us to demonize those who don't wear american flag lapel pins or sport the yellow ribbon on our super-sized SUVs? Who needs compassion or willingness to let others decide how to live their own lives in a free country anyway? Just make sure those queers can't enjoy the rights we possess when they too decide to dedicate their lives to each other. Oh yes, Jesus would be so proud to come down to Earth and see us legally forcing others to live their lives according to how we interpret the word of God. Wouldn't he just smile to see us pick and choose which phrases in the Bible we're going to dedicate our energy to oppressing others in His name? I'm too tired to actually do what Jesus did: live by example or spread the Word through actions and compassion. Jesus only did that because he didn't have email back then to smear anyone who thought differently than him. Hell, it's much easier and quicker to just vote it in or copy and paste the agenda through email forwards. Wouldn't he be so proud of the stuff we forward? Full of fair, balanced "facts". I just can't wait to see the look on His face when He sees how much sin judging I do for Him. Don't worry God, I got it covered down here. I can smell a sin a mile away and I'll vote that sin away in your name. Kudos, me. Now lets go teach our children the same things! Oh, and don't forget about that sin, science. It's Satan in a test tube.)

Anyway...

Here's the other bit of advice I have for you, McTurd. Women aren't stupid. The Hillary supporters aren't all deaf, dumb and blind. They tend to be able to read and think on their own too. And here's something you might want to think about: they just might catch on that the only thing these two women have in common are their genitalia.



"Go, get em for daddy, sweetheart..."

The next VP

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Missed Connection Section Series: I

So, sometimes when I'm bored at home (like my temporarily broke ass is right now), I like to browse the Craigslist "Missed Connections" page for some gems of entertainment. For those unaware of "Missed Connections", it's the area of Craigslist where, like in many personals classified ads, people can post messages to random people they've encountered, and yet failed to exchange contact info, in the hopes that that same random person will reply with an affirmative response for reconnecting. Though they typically describe the person by what they wore and note the time and location, often times you'll get a glimpse of how they express their sudden infatuatory emotions. Sometimes it's crude, many times it's cliché, but every once in a while you find some that are so bizarre that you can't help but pause and imagine the circumstances and reasons this person felt to publicly publish his/her emotions in such a fashion.

And so, in light of these treasures, I've decided to start a series titled "Missed Connection Section Series", showcasing some of my particular favorites. And since these are "public publications", I feel no guilt reposting for our humor and neither should you. Enjoy!


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we were at the yankees game and you bit my sleezy hotdog - m4w - 23 (yankee stadium)
Date: 2008-08-19, 4:10PM EDT

you were short. professionally unsuccessful. you had lots of gel in your squirrel twirl. and it was dyed blonde in certain areas. it looked like a raccoons tail. you had a tramp stamp of the fibonacci sequence and a neck tat of all the rubik's cube solution algorithms.

me? i was big. a big bro. not anymore, but i was then. this was 3 days ago. i dropped all my baseball nutz onto my crotchal region and i know it made you gasp with professional delight™. i KNOW it did. shutup. it did. liar.

come over. i want you to dip your hands into my fishbowl and attempt to destroy him (Vlad). Vlad will bite you, then it's time to stop. take those slimey fishbowl hands out and then fold my laundry with them. i like this. it motivates me to take better care of my garden. i have fresh arugula, basil, and jabanero peppers growing in it.

then once i cultivate my crops i will wed you on a paper mache yacht in my mom's backyard. let's make it happen, we have so much in common. if it's not working we'll take queludes and just do it anyway, cool?

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Hi Sharon, this is from Paul your Munchkin - m4w - 32 (Starrett/Long Island)
Date: 2008-08-19, 2:59PM EDT

Hi. Yeah, I still think about you sometimes. I'm surpirsed we haven't talked in so long. I was thinking about it today, yeah, I do care about you still actually..I wish I could talk to you...wondering if you've forgot about me by now, or gotten over me...so many thoughts, when I'm alone sometimes I think about you...just wishing we could meet in front of the firehouse tonight and talk and hug.
Just wishing we could take a ride down Atlantic and go to the promenade tonight..that would all be so nice.
I miss u munchkin.

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To the angelic girl with the huge, pink Hello Kitty bag! - m4w
Date: 2008-08-19, 1:01PM EDT

...
I see you at least once a week. We must live close to one another because we both get on the train at the same station. We always walk to the end and enter the last car of the train, and we both get off at the same stop. I won't say what train or what stations because, well, I want to keep you to myself...and besides, I don't want to alert potential stalkers...one (me) is enough, lol.

Actually, I rarely look at you...I don't want to be rude. I hate it when people do that to me, so I won't do it to you. If I wanted to see you, all I have to do is close my eyes. You are probably in your mid 20's. You have long blonde hair, and while I'm sure that, that is not your natural color, it's gorgeous on you. You are not too tall and not too short, and I think you work out often because you look really good...plus, you're always running up the stairs and it seems like you're doing it with ease. I run every night and even I breathe a little uneasy at the top...I can't imagine what you put yourself through at the gym!

You are very feminine, I can see that from the way you stand and walk...so classy with a hint of snob...I love it! My favorite features of yours, though, are your eyes. I don't look at them often, but I glance at them once in a while. They're beautiful...filled with emotions. They're even sad at times. They make me wonder what's happened to you to make you feel that way. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much, who looks happy during rush hour on a work day, right?

I wonder what your voice sounds like. Would it be warm and sexy, or sweet and kind to reflect the personality I imagine you have? With my luck, though, you probably don't speak English and are a Man-Eater. ...

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red hair and hand and neck tattoos at beacons closet - w4m (williamsburg)
Date: 2008-08-19, 2:24PM EDT

You were selling clothes with what appeared to be your girlfriend? You have bright orange hair that is shaved like nazi youth weirdness but somehow works and looks hott. You have a god tattoo on your neck, but I get the feeling you are a satanist. If you weren't with a girl I would have asked you to fuck me. Oops, I mean I would have asked you to get a drink sometime (read: many, many drinks until I am blackout drunk and wake up tied to the bedpost hopefully and getting spanked by you). I would love to take you home with me and put eyeliner on you. Or maybe we could 68 and I'll owe you one? If it was still June I would have asked you to be my prom date (JK). My parents would be so pissed to meet you. They don't like tattoos or "ppalgang". But I do! Let's make babies! LOL ;P

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Jane says - w4w
Date: 2008-08-19, 7:42PM EDT

my apologies for getting stuck in your tuna nets.

Fun.

Finally...

People are finally speaking out about this stupid offshore drilling crap and McCain's political senselessness.

Know-Nothing Politics
By PAUL KRUGMAN

Brilliant... and...

The Energy Drill
By GAIL COLLINS

And now for the actual government report...

Impacts of Increased Access to Oil and Natural Gas

The GOP's shit on their face...

The Tire-Gauge Solution: No Joke

and Obama's actual solution.

but alas...

Multiple Oil Company Executives Gave Huge Contributions To Electing McCain Just Days After Offshore Drilling Reversal