Tip for Afternoon Delight

Tenacious D is not appropriate mood music.

Particularly when the song is "Fuck Her Gently".

Becuase it is... as he pointed out.... a "sort of Schoolhouse Rock for pussy."

*snorfle*

Come Flames! Come Hot Winds!

NO, it's not the apocalypse.... it's just Southern California.

Flames continue to flicker all over Chatsworth and Moorpark. I have a friend whose house is in escrow, and is only a few streets south of where the fires are raging. I called to check on her yesterday and all she could say was "I don't know how to feel.... This just can't happen. It just can't"

See...she's only recently divorced and she and ex are both still living in the house. The decision to sell or not to sell was a very rough one, as both love the house and surrounding wildlife areas. They FINALLY put it on the market, and within 24 hours, had an offer. She saw this as a sign from the gods that the decision had been a good one. Now, only days before Escrow closes, the whole deal may literally go 'up in smoke'. I cannot even begin to comprehend the gamut of emotions she is going thru right now.

As I sit at this desk, 4 stories up in North Hollywood, I have a gorgeous mountain view, unblemished by smoke....

...unless I turn my head to the left a bit... and then the skyline is brown and grey. Thick and impenetrable.

Hurricanes, Tsunami, Fires… around me the world seems to crumble. Ma Nature is going to kick our collective asses and hand them back to us in a baggie….

And yet the microcosm of Los Angeles is a comfortable haven. I continue to follow the industry news. I submit my tapes to TV Shows that seem to want me (*keeping fingers crossed*) and I entertain myself with fascinating conversations, good friends and lots of dancing!

Come one, Come all- it's a BOOTIE call!!

BOOTIE, the first mash-up bootleg dance party in America, is coming back to LA this coming Friday, September 30th!

http://www.BootieLA.com.

Here's the skinny:
BOOTIE LA
FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 30
THE ECHO, 1822 Sunset Blvd., Echo Park
9 pm - 2 am
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with mash-up DJs:
ADRIAN & the MYSTERIOUS D - http://www.RebelDJs.com
PAUL V. - Dragstrip 66 / Indie 103.1
PARTY BEN - http://www.PartyBen.com
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FREE Bootie mash-up CDs to the first 50 people through the door!

Amandarin, Keith, & I had WAY too much fun at this last time, that it simply CANNOT be missed. If you're brave and sassy, you'll make an appearance there as well.

When words fail me

...I find myself turning to music.


every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
i'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
i do what i have to do

but i have the sense
to recognize
that i don't know how to let you go
i don't know how to let you go

- Sarah McLaughlin
"Do what you have to Do"

Smack down, Cosmic Style

The Universe has a very odd sense of humor....and i'm just a big cat toy in Sekhmet's eyes.

So cover me with catnip and whack away, Mom. I'm sure there's a lesson in it somewhere.

Yipes!

Quotable question

HE says:
who's your date with?

SHE says:
i guess it's not really a "date" ...
SHE says:
but what do you call dinner with someone who will intentionally liquour you up to get in your panties?

HE says:
i'd call that a date

Complete 180

From yesterday's unlikely storm clouds to today's achingly bright standard Los Angeles sunshine.....

Mother Nature, I do not understand you.

Fourth floor balcony, overlooking the somewhat famous NoHo Arts District. In each direction, the eye can see traffic and construction. At the school down the street, children in matching outfits play what looks to be some form of dodge-ball. Inside, the air-conditioning whirs at tropical storm wind speeds, such that I"m reaching for a sweater in hopes of not getting sick. WHAT fresh hell is that?

Rumor has it, i may have to go to the studio lot for a big company meeting/shindig at 3pm. Wait.. let me try to contain that joy. No really.... *finds very very small box, puts joy inside* oh look... room to spare.

In other news, I remain disappointed in the performance of Jessica Simpson's line of lip gloss. It simply is NOT "deliciously kissable".

Rumble of Thunder

Sitting in the Uni Hilton last night, talking to friends, we were all blessed with a rare sight for So Cal.... an honest to gods Thunder & Lightning storm.

Very rare for these parts. Even more so for this time of year.

Inside the lush hotel, we couldn't really enjoy the deep booming claps of thunder, but outside, back in the car, driving to my next destination, I was pleased to to be a part of the unique weather experience.

This morning, driving a little after 6am, it was glorious to watch the sun attempt his usual rising, obscured by deep gray clouds.

7:30a, I was back in bed, surrounded by kitties and plush flannel sheets, soothed by rainfall.

It was quite a way to start the day, and it breathed life into what has been a difficult couple of weeks.

Now if I were only snuggled there still, I would be divinely happy.

The Black Spot! The Black Spot!

Hoist High the Jolly Roger!

Splice the Mainbrace with ye favorite wench!

And Be sure to Share yer Booty!

Or I'll be givin' ye a taste of the Cat!

For today, I am Cap'n Alena Sharkbait (sharkbait-oooh ha ha), and I'll brook no bilge-sucking lubbers today.

(Get your own pirate name here. Read the Pirate's Glossary here)

Only in LA

Out on my lunch break, walking around the block for a breather of what passes for "clean air". On this round trip, I have to pass the famous Millennium dance studio (where hip hop classes are attended by the likes of Brittany and N'Sync)

And a limo pulled up, and out jumped someone (sorry, didnt' recognize him), clearly about to attend said hip hop class.

He had his LIMO drop him off at DANCE CLASS.

spell it with me, kids....

P-R-E-T-E-N-T-I-O-U-S

Hope in a Warm Cup

"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803- 1882)

i don't know why this quote on my teabag string gives me some solace....
perhaps it is the hope that if i can just keep going another 5 damn minutes,something miraculous will happen.
I need that.

Days when you must ask "Why?"

New Orleans, Louisiana
September 1915
Death toll: 275

"This Category 4 storm caused Lake Pontchartrain to overflow its banks, killing 275 people. That scenario is one that hurricane experts don't like to ponder because if the city, surrounded on three sides by water, is hit by a major hurricane, the storm surge might inundate the city. "

ok.... so we KNEW that this could happen for 90 years now.

I study a lot of mysticism. I enjoy reading wisdom from Bhuddism and Hinduism. I read Celtic myths, as well as Greek. I read up on Haitian mysteries and what I can get my hands on about Voudon. I constantly seek out information on how others think and feel and believe. Not because i don't know how to do those things on my own. Not because i need to be pointed in a direction, or am incapable of making a decision like that on my own.... but because i find the more i read, the more i find the same truths in all the writing. as such, i have a cosmology. A belief system on how the Universe works, the existence of a creator(creatrix), and the nature of what it means to be human.

I like to believe in a Universe of abundance, and oneness. I like to believe in a generous and kindly higher power. I want to believe in the inherent goodness of it all.

But then something like Katrina happens.... and I question it all.This is one of those moments, i suppose, where you shake your fist at the sky and ask "why do bad things happen to good people?" (or some equally trite and rhetorical question)

I suppose my answer is that i shouldn't be going on CNN. But I’m so in love with that city, and I feel so helpless and there's this feeling that if i constantly check up on it, perhaps something good will happen.

Then i see a link, where i can click if i want to see video about the corpses piling up, with no ability to deal with them or, in many cases, identify them. I can't imagine wanting to watch that.

The other day in the cafe, i was sitting next to two guys who were reading the paper and chatting. One pointed out the story of the woman who placed her husband's dead body on a makeshift raft and took it with her when she began to swim for rescue.

The other guy responded with "Not to offend.... but clearly, they're stupid. They were told to get out. If they didn't, no wonder they died. Whatever. Can't save stupid people."

*picture yummyteece sitting shocked, mouth open* I'm sorry, asshole... WHAT!??!

If you read closely to that story, you will see that they were a poor family, and the man was on oxygen and too sick to move. Given the resources at their hands, they did what they thought was best. The wife was actually out of the house a short time, looking for extra food, when her husband died.

One can certainly argue that it is a "survival of the fittest" situation, but even with that, the appalling lack of respect for the fact that lives are lost is just... i don't have words to describe.

It does seem to me with the last couple of hurricane seasons, as well as the tsunami and major earthquakes, that Ma Nature is "thinning the herd" a bit here, and I understand the evolutionary need for that sort of thing.

But i look at all the death and destruction, and can't help but think.... "Is there something we are all supposed to learn from this? Is there a great global message? Is this the Earth's way of saying that 'the floggings will continue until the morale improves'??"

I don't know. I don't have answers. I can't even capture what I'm feeling. This is thinking out loud. No great "truths"..... just wonder, and confusion, and a touch of despair