Rhymes of an Hour

Happy Birthday to-

2008-07-09T07:55:00.000-07:00

Courtney Love!

Benny Lava!

2008-07-02T18:11:00.001-07:00

A must see youtube video!

I like-

2008-06-30T23:07:00.001-07:00

Dark chocolate.

Haha French...

2008-06-29T08:41:00.001-07:00

Happy Bithday to...

2008-06-26T09:11:00.000-07:00

Jack McFarland!

a.k.a. Sean Hayes

Suddenly, Last Summer

2008-06-24T19:17:00.001-07:00

Suddenly, Last Summer

If you're an Elizabeth Taylor fan, please see this movie. It's based of off a Tennessee William's play; in a sense, it mirror's the playwright's life.

Run Lola Run

2008-06-23T18:16:00.001-07:00

Another movie that I highly recommend, Run Lola Run. Lola (Franka Potente, Bourne Ultimatum), a young German woman receives a call from her distraught boyfriend, Manni, informing her that he has 20 minutes to get 100,000 eurow...or he will die. As Lola runs to get the money, her actions ultimately change the course of other people's lives.

The movie then questions all the "what ifs" of the world.

I won't write anymore, it'll ruin it.

Avant Garde?

2008-06-23T10:39:00.000-07:00

–noun
1. the advance group in any field, esp. in the visual, literary, or musical arts, whose works are characterized chiefly by unorthodox and experimental methods.

The world we be positively exquisite if everyone decided to be avant garde. I think it's nonsense that it's only a Vogue or runway look ideal. What do you think?

Cinema Paradiso

2008-06-20T07:17:00.001-07:00

I watched the director's cut of this movie last night...it was long- but totally worth it. Of all the movies I've seen, I'd say this is the most uplifting and beautiful. Nothing can compare to the bittersweet story of Salvatore and Alfredo, and the magic of the cinema!

I highly recommend the director's cut over the 1988 version, the newer one offers more closure.

Oh, and I should mention it's in Italian!

cool macbook thing!

2008-06-16T18:45:00.001-07:00

Hurray for macbooks...and leopard!

Let's celebrate the years of youth

2008-06-16T18:17:00.001-07:00

In the words of Dave Barry, "You can only be young once. But you can always be immature."

My advice to everyone:

Don't grow up too fast, cherish the moments you are young. As you grow older, find moments in the day where you can act like a child. Don't let time catch up with you. Reminisce. Go to an old swing set, (even if your too big), just swing. It's invigorating, trust me.

Lately, teenagers feel the need to act years beyond their age. Many strive to fit in and sacrifice their innocence to do so. I say this from experience, avoid it at all costs. Celebrate the years of youth. Enjoy the simple pleasures of life!

San Franciscan Nights- Eric Burdon

2008-06-15T07:20:00.000-07:00

I like this song but it totally doesn't remind me of San Francisco. What do you think?

Strobe light beam, creates dreams

Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night

Old child , young child
Feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too
On a warm San Franciscan night

Old angel, young angel
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco

Cops face is filled with hate
Heavens above
He's on a street called "Love"
When will they ever learn?
Old cop, young cop
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

The children are cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes Indians too

California/places to see

2008-06-11T16:36:00.000-07:00

If you like thrifty clothing, hippieness, and delicious crepes...then I suggest going to Haight Ashbury (commonly called "The Haight"). To make it brief, it is a street located at the intersection of the Haight and Ashbury streets in San Francisco. Back in the 60's it was a place of insane psychedelia, and Vietnam protestors. Since then its gone through some pretty sick cultural changes. For examples, during the mid 70s it was involved in the punk/rock craze, followed by 80s hair metal, and the 90s grunge period. Now it's home to basically every cultural influence/movement there is. It may seem like a tourist attraction, but don't be fooled; this street is home to more craziness than many "touristas" can handle.

It's unique, funky, and totally kickass. If you like things like that, then I suggest saving up your money and blowing it all in the fabulous thrift stores!

Do you ever get those moments?....

2008-06-09T14:37:00.000-07:00

You hear a song, if sounds familiar. You think, "Where have I heard that?" or "That was in a movie." I have that moment every day. So, to those few of you who take the time to read my blog please tell me, what movie is "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger in?

Happy Birthday to-

2008-06-09T08:09:00.000-07:00

JOHNNY DEPP! 45 years and still stunning...

Happy Birthday to...

2008-06-08T08:55:00.000-07:00

JOAN RIVERS! haha...75 years

Oscar Wilde

2008-06-06T10:23:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite Wilde quotes, "The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history."

Here's a preview of one short story:

It was the birthday of the Infanta. She was just twelve years of age, and the sun was shining brightly in the gardens of the palace.
Although she was a real Princess and the Infanta of Spain, she had only one birthday every year, just like the children of quite poor people, so it was naturally a matter of great importance to the whole country that she should have a really fine day for the occasion. And a really fine day it certainly was. The tall striped tulips stood straight up upon their stalks, like long rows of soldiers, and looked defiantly across the grass at the roses, and said: 'We are quite as splendid as you are now.' The purple butterflies fluttered about with gold dust on their wings, visiting each flower in turn; the little lizards crept out of the crevices of the wall, and lay basking in the white glare; and the pomegranates split and cracked with the heat, and showed their bleeding red hearts. Even the pale yellow lemons, that hung in such profusion from the mouldering trellis and along the dim arcades, seemed to have caught a richer colour from the wonderful sunlight, and the magnolia trees opened their great globe-like blossoms of folded ivory, and filled the air with a sweet heavy perfume.

http://fiction.eserver.org/short/birthday_of_the_infanta.html

Cat Power.

2008-06-06T10:10:00.001-07:00

Listen to her. She's fantastic.

Her website here.

Trashy television

2008-06-03T19:05:00.001-07:00

It's unhealthy.

I can't stop watching Gossip Girl. The writing/acting/characters are allll shit, but it's still horribly addictive. In the last 2 days I have watched about 10 episodes, each of which created this heightened reality of NYC. How spoiled can these character's be before their head's explode with arrogance? The elite NYC teens get away with under age drinking, (not once are they carded.) Purses that these girls carry are the equivalent to a boarding school tuition, and [not to mention,] the kids living in expansive Brooklyn lofts are the "poor ones."

I must admit, it's entertaining to gawk at such lives.

I have a question

2008-06-02T18:55:00.001-07:00

Why do people insist on setting their alarms to times like, 6:40, 6:35...why not 6:33 or 6:32? Is there some unwritten law that wake up times must be easily divisable?

Why not change your daily routine? People get angry with their monotonous jobs in the office, so why don't they mix it up a bit?

Maybe boredom won't dictate their lives.

Also, whenever you're having a REALLY bad day in the office, think about Milton (from office space) and the volume of his radio.

Pumpernickel

2008-06-02T16:14:00.000-07:00

I'm craving pumpernickel bread...

My grandmother used to make sandwiches with pumpernickel, half butter, half mayonaise with lettuce, tomato, and ham. Yummers! I don't have ham with it, (I'm a vegetarian bitchesss!) but without it, the sandwich is delicious!

Supermarket in California

2008-05-31T18:58:00.000-07:00

A Supermarket in California

by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for

I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache

self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went

into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families

shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the

avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what

were you doing down by the watermelons?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,

poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery

boys.

I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the

pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans

following you, and followed in my imagination by the store

detective.

We strode down the open corridors together in our

solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen

delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in

an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?

(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the

supermarket and feel absurd.)

Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The

trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be

lonely.

Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love

past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?

Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher,

what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and

you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat

disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

Berkeley, 1955

Cried, and then cried some more...

2008-05-31T07:40:00.000-07:00

Atonement.

I don't know what possessed me to watch it. Without a doubt it is the most depressing movie I have ever seen. I've seen my fair share, but this one...it's indescribable.

I warn you, the only moderately happy part of this film is the first three minutes.

*spoilers*

When Briony is an old woman, talking about her novel in a interview, she tells of Robbie and Cecilia's death. "Robbie Turner died of septicemia at Bray Dunes on the first of June 1940, the last day of the evacuation." "She was killed on the 15th of October, 1940." A bomb struck London and lead to the flooding of a subway station.

You then see Robbie's blank face, and Cecilia drifting dead in the water. By that point, I was bawling. I know, I know it's just a movie. If you've seen it though, you probably know what I'm feeling.

Wheat Free Granola & Oysters

2008-05-29T19:49:00.000-07:00

I came home from school today ravenous with hunger!! Being a person sadly burdened with food allergies, I have to pick and chose what I eat carefully. There was yogurt, no good...I'm lactose in tolerant. There was cereal, no good...I'm "sensitive" to wheat products. I continued my quest and ended up rummaging through the pantry. Success! I found wheat free granola! It's interesting, but kinda dull, stale, and loaded with calories. Literally, half a cup is 300 calories. My stomach was making animal sounds, and I needed food a.s.a.p. I ended up having the calorie loaded cereal. It was nasty, to say the least. I continued my search for food, and this time I found oysters! Woot! Perfect, loaded with protein, and Omega-3s....or so I thought. It was a disaster. They tasted like ash. My stomach was left unsatisfied.

In the end, I toughed it out until dinner then gorged myself on Chinese take-out! Eggplant with garlic sauce, yumm...

My intense dislike...

2008-05-28T13:12:00.000-07:00

I really, really, really hate major clothing corporations.

Any stores like Hollister, Abercrombie, American Eagle...*cringe.*

First off, the clothing is horribly made, the quality is shit. Not to mention, everything is made in oppressive factories of Cambodia where harsh labor laws are enforced. Who are these designers trying to please anyway, teenagers focused on looking like tramps??

Have you ever walked into Abercrombie? (Not Abercrombie and Fitch) Giant poster sized pictures of 12 year old boys, shirtless, surround you!!

I could go on a long endless lecture about the many problems I have with America's apparel...but I'll hold back for now.

One more thing:

Here's a jaw dropper: The clothing made for Old Navy is made in the same exact factory as Gap. The fabric is the same yet, Gap charges an average of $3o more. Hmmmm...

As for me, I shop at thrift/secondhand stores. I guess I refuse to directly feed into "the man."

In times of despair

2008-05-27T16:46:00.000-07:00

If you're ever horribly upset...

And like foreign films...

And Audrey Tautou...

And French culture...

Watch Amelie! It's endearing, and uplifting. The score by Yann Tiersen is quirky, and compliments the movie perfectly.

HUMIDITY

2008-05-27T12:58:00.000-07:00

It's here.

Everything seems sticky, and muggy. My hair has reached maximum levels of frizzz. I kinda resemble those girls from the Garnier Fructise commercials. Ya know? The ones with really sleak shiny hair until...they stand in a greenhouse and everything goes haywire.

*Sigh* the many wonders of summer...

Mazzy Star

2008-05-27T10:22:00.000-07:00

"Rhymes of an Hour"

By Mazzy Star

Cannot hear what you're saying

Could I tell you so

And I can't believe my troubles

And I'm going home

Lie and Sleep

Under Deep

You Know

While the cold winter waiting

While it's turning cold

All these things we were searching

Now we just don't know

Lie and sleep

Under Deep

I think you Know

For the rhymes of an hour

Now I'm going home

And I can't believe I'm nothing

'Cause I'm coming down

Lie and sleep

Under Deep

Do you know..?

Joseph Fiennes

2008-05-27T10:10:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday!

My inability to rely on my own perspective...

2008-05-26T12:52:00.000-07:00

This semester I'm taking Art Foundations. It's a class focused on the basic techniques of art. I didn't mind it for awhile but, now I dread the arrival of 7th period...

The teacher, Mrs. Salinger, treats favoritism like a religion. You're either the kid who tries, sucks at art, kisses the teacher's ass, and somehow manage a good grade. Or, you're me: you have minimal artistic talent, and don't kiss the teachers ass, and therefore barely manage a C.

A while ago, we were assigned a project. The goal was to make a contour line drawing of a shoe, any shoe. Some chose point shoes, work boots, Converse, whatever. I, however, made the horrid mistake of picking an old very small baby shoe. Cute right? My initial thought was, "Sweet, I don't have to do as much drawing." Think again. When I say old I mean decades, this shoe was cracked/mangled/dried out/faded/you name it. I don't do art like that, I'm expressive, not descriptive with my drawings. I don't want to focus on the tiny edges of each crack. Of course, I still tried. What a sad attempt it was...the shoe looked a ping pong mallet with laces. So, in steps my art teacher. She looks at my pathetic shoe and says, "Well, okay...I can help you with this, do you mind if I just sit," she motions towards my chair which I gladly give up. For the next ten minutes she draws very lightly each crack, and wrinkle exactly where it should be! Hurray! My problems are solved. I simply darken her lines, and my drawing looks decent. So, for the next couple projects I had a certain routine:

1st- Attempt to draw the object, fail miserably

2nd- Kind of complain/wine about it to the teacher

3rd- Allow the teacher to budge in and help

It worked for awhile, until about two weeks ago. Our final project of the year was to create a still life at home, and complete a contour/textural rendering. I decided to include a rubber ducky sitting on a sneaker, with sunglasses propped up against the shoe. It seemed cool. Then I came to realization that had to draw this design by myself. Dun, dun dunnn...

I managed to draw the shoe okay, but that god-for-saken-rubber ducky was impossible! Them, of course, I seeked the help of my teacher. I showed her a picture of my design, and she "helped" me draw the rubber ducky...I proceeded to fill in the lines that she put for me, and all was good.

Unfortunately, not for long. Now I have to fill in the the contour line drawing with "textural patterns." In other words, I have to make cool looking doodles all over the drawing that actually creates unity amongst the rendering. I'm working on it...but failing miserably. I kinda want to ask the teacher how the hell I'm supposed to create such "harmonious patterns."

Moral of the story:

Either, stay clear of art classes, (if you know you're not an independent worker), or become an independent worker, and trust your artistic perspective!

The Many Wonders of May

2008-05-26T07:23:00.000-07:00

It's that lovely time of year when the misery of humidity and mosquitos hasn't hit (yet). The flowers look gorgeous, the grass is still green, and I can sleep comfortably. However, to many high school students, such as myself, it seems like a tease. We're blessed with nice weather, but we cannot enjoy it. Instead, we must sit and listen to droning lectures from our teachers. By this time of month I often find myself day dreaming. I can't help it, that breath of fresh air is beckoning me...

Finals are just around the corner. Honestly, those lengthy tests are the last thing on my mind. I'm going to a new school next year, and the anticipation of leaving my horribly boring town is overwhelming.

Envision lots of colonial houses. They're all white- black- shuttered- homes, with hedges surrounding the front. As you walk down the sidewalk you see either an old married couple out for a walk with their ridiculously small rat dog, or a another old married couple in church attire. On especially awesome days you may even see someone within the ages of 20-30, it's unlikely though.

Nevertheless, the town is beautiful, and yes...there are some decently nice people.

A pretty exceptional movie

2008-05-25T21:04:00.001-07:00

To those of you who haven't seen Across the Universe, I highly recommend it!

Julie Taymor is brilliant. It certainly did the Beatle's

justice, and the filmography is exquisite!

So it begins

2008-05-25T15:38:00.001-07:00

Today I read Emily Gould's article, "Blog Post Confidential" (here's a link) in the New York Times Magazine. She writes about her somewhat confusing life on the web. In a way, she set a warning sign to future bloggers. Clearly, I didn't follow...

My "Rhymes of an Hour" are now on display. I'll tell you about my monotonous life in New England, and my other life: California, (northern mostly) where I spend my summers. Some call me a "hippie", others say I'm "bohemian," one thing's for sure, I'm not that average New Englander. I don't live for days at the country club, in fact I strive off of insulting people who do. I enjoy embarrassing myself, speaking my mind, and somehow I avoid confrontation at all costs. I don't like being with girls as much as guys. That may be do to the fact that I grew up with an older brother, and many crazy uncles/cousins. Guys seem to be more fun, care free! Ya know?

Enjoy...

"What a piece of work is man!"