Thoughts of a Mad Scientist in Training

Saying Goodbye to An Old Friend

2007-05-06T20:26:00.000-07:00

It's not that I don't love blogger. Was not to long ago that this brown eyed gal starting documenting crap and logging it in for no one, or someone to read.

I have decided it is, in deed, time to change. To move on..and close these Thoughts of a Mad Scientist in Training.

It's been loads of fun and hope that you'll find my new blog interesting.

Take care and see you soon elsewhere.

Like Myself Again

2007-05-03T20:34:00.000-07:00

I am beginning to feel like myself again..which is great.

I haven't blogged much this week because I am feeling a bit ill. I think it's the Coachella funk in my lungs.

Anyway..promise to blog more this weekend..that is after I watch Mayweather beat the living snot out of the Golden Boy.

A girl can dream, can't she?

~kp

Coachella - part dux

2007-04-30T19:44:00.000-07:00

So, friends, if you never have done Coachella, do it. There is something there for everyone, you will undoubtedly run into some new music you like and it's just a great reason to kick back in the sunshine, watch people and chill out.

It was my first year there (I am running on two hours sleep in the last 24 hours) and one thing I noted about first getting there..licsence plates from all over the country and Canada lined the parking lots. Coachella has become a legendary event - a spectacle of music and art that welcomes campers, day trippers and local residents alike.

There is diversity in the crowd both culturally and age wise. Everyone is there to have a good time and I felt pretty mellow the whole time.

You have to be clever to catch everyone you want to see, depending on schduling and you may have to compromise watching a full set to sneak off and see someone else perform.

I am so tired, I am going to bed to catch up on some much needed sleep and I want to go before my ramblings become incoherant.

Next up: Coachella - part tre (or what I call a sychofantic rant about why Tom Morello is a guitar god)

Knut - The Most Famous Polar Bear in All the World

2007-04-29T12:15:00.000-07:00

On Easter, a baby polar bear was born in Germany. Knut, adorable little white male bear, was rejected by his mother at birth. Hundreds of thousands of people all over the world have rallied in support and his zookeepers have been on call since moment of birth.

They play with him and try to imitate interaction that would have been key from his mother.

The little bear is so famous he has 15 bodyguards, a team of keepers and a full medical staff. The country was worried a few weeks back when Knut was not eating, turns out the poor little guy was teething and not feeling very well.

Knut already has a team of zoologists looking for a proper mate for him in his later years. I hate to think of the day when people forget what majestic animals polar bears really are in the wild.

Knut, like a proper celebrity, already has merchandise, endorsements, adoring fans and even a stalker (there have been reports of one death threat).

I think it goes to show how the connection between man and animal can be so strong. Animals are often rejected at birth for biological reasons, in the wild, Knut would have died - there is some controversy about Knut being raised by humans as he is being raised now. Knut's future, like any young animal in captivity, is uncertain. What will happen when Knut is put in with the other polar bears..only time will tell.

Here are some Knut pics..and Knut even has his own Wikipedia entry!

Coachella, Baby

2007-04-29T10:07:00.000-07:00

I have but only 4 words for you, friends. RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE.

I am so excited about seeing them together on stage - Tom Morello (good doer) and Zack De La Rocha (bad ass mutha) - not to mention the rest of the band which is awesome.

When asked how best to describe RATM music, I like to say that it's angry up with the people funk. It'll be interesting to see them together after a 7 year separation, the break up of Audioslave left many hopeful that this reunion, would in fact, come to fruition.

I am sure today will be awesome (although hot - hell hot), I shall take pics and post them.

Rapid Drug Detox

2007-04-28T19:14:00.000-07:00

Finally, an entry not about me.

I heard about this at my yoga class on my birthday. Our statuesque instructor, Joe, was telling us about how strong we are - and don't even know it. He does charity work (god bless him, the saint) with a drug rehabilitation center locally.

They do rapid opiate drug detox. A highly evasive method (relatively new) to get addicts off opiates and into a normal physiological state quickly.

The procedure takes place while the patient is under anesthesia and large amounts of blockers are rushed through the body - this takes about two hours. The blockers will then make the brain not crave the opiate on the receptor sites and then there will be no withdrawal and more importantly, no craving.

The method is costly and controversial. Patients have suffered life threatening side effect - some patients have been kept under as long as 4 hours while the opioid antagonist drugs are driven through the body.

The procedure isn't a cure all. After the $15,000.00 procedure, the patient still needs out-patient drug therapy - with some form of antagonist drug.

Addiction is a disease that should be treated as one. Health insurances should help pay for better and effective treatments. Insurance companies will not cover Rapid Opioid Detox. It's cheaper to let the addict keep using and die. Given the price tag, who could afford it?

For more information on what JAMA found in one study, click here.

Really, now

2007-04-26T21:24:00.000-07:00

There is something sinister and perverted about corporate life.

~kp

Mutha *uckas

2007-04-21T12:37:00.000-07:00

I am the victim of identity theft, yet again.

Damn it.

~kp

Ten of the Best Break-Up Songs Ever - plus two to grow on..

2007-04-16T20:44:00.000-07:00

Given the recent events..and what is my little life, I was thinking about music and relative meaning in our lives. Case in point, when I was younger, and tragically heart-broken..I couldn't listen to the radio. It seemed like every *ucking song reminded me of that so-and-so who had just wrecked me.

I love music too much at this point to give a shit anymore.

For all our pleasure, I have compiled what I think are the ten best break up song ever. Now, trying to number these was almost impossible..but I think that I have got them down pretty good. The criteria was simple: (1) had to be a love song; (2) had to be about a love that was no more ; (3) there had to be some bite to it. I'll define bite later.

Let's start with the two to grow on- I like to call these my honorable mention, mainly because Ben Harper's voice can do many things to a music lover. He can make you cry within a few bars of a song. I had picked two songs by him and felt that his style and voice lend itself uniquely to this category. If I needed to break up with someone via song, I would ask Ben to write and sing it for me. So, my two B.H. songs that I feel are exceptionally well written break-up songs are:

Walk Away

bite of the song: And it hurts me
To look into the mirror at myself
And it hurts even more
To have to be with somebody else

Another Lonely Day

bite of the song: Wish there was something
I could say or do
I can resist anything
But temptation from you
But I'd rather walk alone
Than chase you around

Okay, on to the top ten list:

10 - You're No Good (as performed by Linda Rondstadt)

I love this song, it's sassy and her raw voice cuts through the lyrics. My favorite part, or bite, of the song has to be the first few lines, "Feeling better now that we're thru, feeling better 'cause I'm over you.". Short, sweet and to the point.

9 - She's Gone (as performed by Hall and Oats)

Come on, you've seen Anchorman, this song is really sad. The bite of this song, "Now I can see love taking a toll on me", I love this because this comes after a lyric about not missing her extra toothbrush..great little sad sight in my head when I hear this song.

8 - Everybody Knows (a performed by Trisha Yearwood)

Best part of this song, "Even my preacher cares, he says all I need is prayer..and everything will just work out". I love this song because it's a girls break up song. It's a song about everyone knowing that your soft underbelly has been exposed and poked with a big old stick of heartache. I love her voice, I love the campy country quality. Good stuff.

7 - Everyday I Love You Less and Less (as performed by the Kaiser Chiefs)

Here's the thing. It's a mean song, it's the kind of song you would hope no one ever sings about you. My favorite part of the song is this, "It makes me sick to think of you undressed, since everyday I love you less and less". The beat kicks ass and it's a fun song to car dance to and sing at the top of your lungs with the windows up.

6 - Despair in the Departure Lounge (as performed by the Arctic Monkeys)

Let me tell you something. You know that sick feeling you walk around with when you get dumped. The Arctic Monkeys have pristinely captured it in song.
"It feels like she's just nowhere near
You could well be out on your ear
This thought comes closely followed by the fear
And the thought of it
Makes you feel a bit
Ill"

5 - Stay or Leave (as performed by Dave Matthews)

I would like to love this song less. I hurt when I hear this song, it just captures that feeling when you know you had something good..and now it's gone. Best lyrics of the song, "Remember we used to dance, and everyone wanted to be you and me. I want to be, too. What day is this, besides the day you left me?"

4 - God Give Me Strength (as performed by Elvis Costello)

Now we are getting down to the heart of the matter (dude! I can't believe that I forgot about that song, shit!) and this song rocks. Best part, right after the bridge, "I might as well, wipe him from my memory
Fracture the spell, as he becomes my enemy,
Maybe I was washed out like a lip-print on my shirt
See, I'm only human, I want him to hurt
I want him
I want him to hurt"

3 - Reservations (as performed by Wilco)

I love Wilco. Under this band name, or any other. Their sound is one of a kind and this song breaks my heart. Best part is the beginning..and it goes like this, "How can I convince you it's me I don't like
And not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes
When I've always been distant
and I've always told lies for love". I will say no more on this one.

2 - I Still Miss Someone (as performed by the man in Black)

Sad song. Angst, good old fashioned hurt is what this song is, "Sweethearts walk by me together, and I still miss someone". I love it's simple, haunting sadness.

1 - It's Cool, We Can Still be Friends (as performed by Bright Eyes)

Alright, you didn't think that I would not have an EMO song on the list. By the mother of all EMO bands, at that. The song is intense and painful. Long and drawn out..kind of like a bad break up. Because this whole song aches, I have provided you with the whole thing. Read up, breathe a deep sigh, and give thanks that you aren't this sad little sad man of indie rock.

Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek
You pull away so easily

And I still call you, but I get your machine
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And if I'm lucky I guess, I get your roommate answering
But you're at the bar, or at Gene's

And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand
We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet
Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss
When the waitress turns around

And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch
And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch
Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap
The plot is slow, take a nap

And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you'll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes
I'm only there so that you're not alone

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there

I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies
I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies
Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get really fucking drunk
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.

Sleep sweetly, world.

~kp

33 Hours to 31

2007-04-16T20:38:00.000-07:00

Once again, the passing of time is marked for this brown eyed girl. I'll be 31 years old soon. In a matter of a day and some hours.

Pretty excited about this one actually, call it timing, but I think that this will be a great year full of opportunity to grow and be more focused on myself. If only I could stop myself from eating chocolate. That would be progress and maybe even a sign of maturity.

Maybe not.

It's just so odd, the older I get, I feel as if I am behind. Maybe out of touch with most people my age. I am not sure. My best friend, who is 4 years older than I, says I am a "pup" and I shouldn't squander these years. I agree.

Watch out, don't mess with the Dragon!

~kp

Song of the Day: (Just Another) Lonely Day

2007-04-15T20:21:00.000-07:00

Ben Harper.

I love Ben Harper.

Yes indeed I'm alone again
And here comes emptiness crashing in
Its either love or hate
I cant find in between
Cause Ive been with witches
And I have been with a queen

It wouldn't have worked out any way
So now its just another lonely day
Further along we just may
But for now its just another lonely day

Wish there was something
I could say or do
I can resist anything
But temptation from you
But Id rather walk alone
Than chase you around
Id rather fall myself
Than let you drag me down

It wouldn't have worked out any way
And now its just another lonely day
Further along we just may
But for now its just another lonely day

Yesterday seems like a life ago
Cause the one I love
Today I hardly know
You I held so close in my heart oh dear
Grow further from me
With every fallen tear

It wouldn't have worked out any way
So now its just another lonely day
Further along we just may
But for now its just another lonely day

I felt like crap all day, which is strange, because I had such a great time out on Saturday with some friends to celebrate my upcoming 31rst. I never really remember my dreams, but all week I have been having dreams where I am bald. (Weird?!) I even dream about the guy that just dumped me..he's been in my dreams for the past couple of nights. I really hate it. I really wish that it would stop.

I looked it up and to dream of being bald can mean the fear of losing strength (which fits) or the fear of being exposed, which also fits. Every thing is muddled and I hate it. I think it's because I am not treating this in the usual manner in which I would normally be treating any other break up. I think I need to get the heck out of town and try to clear my head.

I think I have protected myself from what was really going on for so long that it's been to my detriment. There is self preservation and then there is self annihilation and it's a pretty thin *cking line in this house. I have made excuses and concessions far beyond my normal boundaries. I feel compassion for this person, because clearly their sense of reality is causing them pain; that being said, there is a time when you have to cowboy up, dust yourself off and get the *UCK OVER IT ALREADY! Stop causing the people who love you pain and accept and move on with it. I am not talking about me, clearly I know that I am not (nor was I ever) a priority to this person, but his dedicated and devoted family are beside themselves.

I hate that I am this unsettled by this damn break up. I hate it.

I hope it goes away soon, I am not myself.

~kp

There is a Difference

2007-04-15T20:07:00.000-07:00

I just want to make sure that we all know that there is a difference between supporting the war and supporting the troops. Keep that in mind.

Enlisted soldiers have been asked (for the first time in a very long time) to extend their term of service from 1 year to 15 months. Our great nation used to have a squad (at all times) reserved for emergency tactical deployment only. We currently have all those enlisted men and women over seas in IRAQ.

It used to be that if you wanted to join the armed forces in this country, but if you had a felony - your application was denied. Now, this country is so desperate, that the government is pardoning felonies over three years old in exchange for service.

It used to mean something to be an American soldier. It used to mean something to be an American. I love this country, I really do and it disgusts me when I see how we treat our own people putting their lives on the line to protect the freedoms that we take for granted. The moral code in the Armed forces used to mean something, now we allow men and woman with questionable ethics and former criminals in - out of desperation.

We have no business in this war. None what so ever. Nothing good shall come of it, other than the stuffing of Cheney's pockets via Halliburton.

I pity the honorable American soldier, who put his ass on the line for us, when he looks over at his fellow soldiers and has to wonder about the dedication, the commitment and ethical backbone of his comrade.

I support our troops, whole hearted, but it's time for us to back the hell out of there, and stop trying to make a difference in a civil war that's been waging since Christ died. There is no resolution. There will be no peace..these people have nothing to lose.

~kp

Here's What I Think..

2007-04-14T12:47:00.000-07:00

Okay, Fred Thompson's camp disclosed that the Senator's physician diagnosed a low grade lymphoma (Non-Hodgkins - I had Hodgkins). I found reports saying that this lymphoma had been so insignificant that it has been treated and in remission and that there is no reason why he could not serve as President.

Here's what I think. *ucking brilliant!!

What is more compelling than a man so dedicated to the idea of the presidency and his call to duty to save this wasteland, that he sacrifices personal health to answer that call. Who cares if it was low grade cancer. CANCER is like talking about vomiting corpses at dinner..people hear the word and recoil and this bad ass Senator shakes his head and says," Just a little cancer, that's all". If that isn't good spin, I don't know what is.

Dirty? Hardly. His coy flirtation with the GOP is just the kind of cock teasing they enjoy. Wet us with your provocation, Fred, the votes will surely follow.

Americans vote for survivors. For heroes. For do gooders (other wise, how do you explain Clinton). Fred is the real deal, or at least he better be, or this will surely bite him in the ass.

Is this the End?

2007-04-13T20:16:00.000-07:00

Thinking of giving up this blog and starting a new one some where else.

I know..blaspheme. This is mutha-*ing blogger.

I said, thinking, not good-bye.

~going to explore my other options

Fred Thompson

2007-04-12T21:16:00.000-07:00

Fred, sadly announced, that although he was thinking of running in the 2008 election ; health reasons (lymphona) would prevent him otherwise.

My advise to you, America, vote for the man that Thompson backs.

Our chance for a return of decency and honor in the White House has faded away for now.

~kp

Kurt

2007-04-12T21:04:00.000-07:00

Kurt Vonnegut died today. He was 84 years old. He was undeniably brilliant, with a unique (and desperately American) style. Hands down, in my top five writers of all time.

Vonnegut had a struggle with depression for most of his adult life. He was open about his suicide attempts.

"He was a man who combined a wicked sense of humor and sort of steady moral compass, who was always sort of looking at the big picture of the things that were most important,"- this is one of the best descriptions I have found for him. Read full article here.

One of my favorite Vonnegut themes he ever alluded to, was the 1950's were a lie. I love that for some reason.

R.I.P. KURT - Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

~kp

ooohh...taking a long time

2007-04-10T21:10:00.000-07:00

The transfer using my ipod is taking a long time. I mean, copying the itunes folder to my ipod as a removable hard drive. I am scared. There was something unsettling about deleting my itunes library...gave me the willies. We will see how it goes.

Check in later.

~kp

It's Here

2007-04-10T20:28:00.000-07:00

My new mac is here..and she's so shinny and pretty.

I am successfully (so far) getting her all set and transferring data over from my PC laptop. So far so good..the big one will be moving my entire itunes library.

Keep them crossed for me.

~kp

Taking the Plunge

2007-04-09T19:50:00.000-07:00

So, I bought a Mac and it's arriving tomorrow. I have been watching it's journey since it left this morning, and must say, that this is better than waiting for Christmas.

Here's the thing with being a girl. When something happens, like a break up, or failing a class, or something that just rocks your world a bit, we (being girls) like to treat ourselves. Ice cream, chocolate, new hair color, SHOES or anything extravagant and sorely deserved.

In my case, it was my Mac. I have wanted one for awhile..and after seeing some of the cool things it can do, I was sold. I made a big purchase and I hope, as I read article after article on transitioning from PC to Mac, that I have made the right choice.

I have found some brilliant HOW-TO's and must give them their props here:

how to use that sly ipod for a bigger and better purpose
how to trick the mac and make it your bitch and get all itunes files over

Here's the thing, I have labored over my itunes library..made play lists, rated music, etc. I don't want to repeat that pain in the ass all over again, I have better things to do with my shiny, new mac.

The ipod trick is just cool..make it earn it's keep, guys. You stuff it full of good music and LOST episodes and it does nothing in return. There are no free rides, here, kids.

I am not that techno savy. I am hoping that all that I try to do goes well..and that I wont be blogging about how I had to take my new baby into the apple store to have one of their geniuses, do it for me.

I am pretty excited and we'll see how this goes. I haven't told my current laptop the news..hopefully, I can find her a new home where she will feel loved.

~kp

Grind House

2007-04-06T22:22:00.000-07:00

What can I say?

Other than Tarantino and Rodriguez are my heroes and I commend their talent and risk taking.

Cinephiles..go see this movie in the theater. I mean, when it comes out on DVD - buy it, own it, cherish it. But go see it in the theater.

Rodriguez' film is first and hilariously disturbing. Cheeky, I would call it. No man, woman or child is safe. I can't help but feel a little dirty - having watched how he makes the camera caress the image of Mcgowan. Home wrecker. I have to say, and this is not the time to state this, I thought that Rodriguez was a cut above Hollywood. A cut above the rest. I guess not - how typically Hollywood to leave one's wife of 16 years and mother of his (5) children for someone younger, hotter, yet, intellectually inferior. Robert, you chump, she isn't an upgrade, she's a f*cking rental.

Tarantino's is awesome, clean, beautifully shot, cut and there is an incredibly cool homage to Reservoir Dogs with the girls in the dinner that is so immaculate - you realize it's all one single f*cking shot!

Enjoy the cast - and Zoe Bell..you are wonder woman!

~kp

Be Careful What You Say, You Just Might Mean It

2007-03-30T20:53:00.000-07:00

I hate it when I am in a situation where I can't say what I really mean. You know, perhaps at work, or in line at the store.

I wonder what would happen if we spoke our minds.

Would good come of it?

~kp

We Need Fred to Run

2007-03-24T19:05:00.000-07:00

Years ago, during this same time of year, I had hopes that Fred Thompson would run for President for the Republican party. Sadly, he didn't and a man from another Southern state ran for President. I can safely say that our lives here in the United States have been the same.

Fred Thompson is a conservative who is capable of being elected. Highly intelligent, well spoken with a keen interest in foreign affairs beyond oil sources. Am I a conservative? Hardly. Just an American who remembers what it felt like to actually be proud of her country- once. We have big problems in this country, boys and girls, and we need to get to fixing them before it's too late. I think that the Left should sit this next election out.

I know, I know, the actor "thing". You have seen Fred Thompson. He was in The Hunt for Red October and Days of Thunder to name two movies..and what's wrong with that, people? There is very little difference between being an attorney and an actor..why shouldn't he make some extra cash? Like I said, this man was self made.

There is a grass roots effort to try and get Thompson to considering running in the 2008 presidential election. I am hopeful that it will happen, in a recent poll he beat out McCain, Giuliani, and Mitt Romney.

Learn more about Fred here.

You Never Can Tell

2007-03-24T18:19:00.000-07:00

I saw this today on PostSecret. It touched my heart for some reason and I just had to share.

The Place I Love Most

2007-03-10T21:43:00.000-08:00

I cannot explain the connection that I feel with the Cape. It's beautiful, tame and full of life. I was lucky enough to be able to spend a long weekend there and I got to see parts of the Cape which I hadn't seen before.

The result being thus: I have found the place I love the most and it is here that I can not wait to call home one day.

Provincetown.

What makes up the fist of the arm that is the Cape has become a haven for those who wish to live life richly - and by this I mean, surrounding themselves with art, beauty and personal freedom. Provincetown welcomes all ages, all creeds, colors and sexual orientation. Some notable natives include Norman Mailer and Jonathan Waters. It mixes the cool sophistication of the Cape with a dash of "fuck you" to conformity by housing Gay Fetish shops in Provincial New England architecture.

As I walked along Commercial Street, I could see myself, years from now, walking home with a coffee in hand, to get started on my next writing project - faithful canine companion by my side.

It was the highlight of my trip and I cannot wait to figure out how to get back there permanently.

Life is too short, friends. Travel, see new places and seek out that one special place which whispers in your ear upon arrival, "You are home".

~kp

Like Coming Home

2007-03-03T19:14:00.000-08:00

I write this from my hotel room in Falmouth, Massachusetts. There is something great and comforting in the Cape for me. I had no connection to the area when I first came here years ago and really no connection to it now, other than the fact that I fell in love with it.

My return has been great and seeing it in it's calm and powerful quiet in Winter makes me anxious to return, perhaps in the Fall.

Today we explored the Vineyard and tomorrow, a leisurely drive up and down the coast should bring some adventure and good food to us.

~kp

Ash Wednesday, More Anna and I hate to bring it up..but

2007-02-21T20:02:00.000-08:00

Today is Ash Wednesday. I am not at all Catholic anymore. I have denounced the religion of my up-bringing for several reasons, previously covered in this blog at one time. I shall recap briefly :

I cannot condone belonging to a religion who protects men that sexually abuse helpless children, I cannot condone a religion that uses fear to control people and does not allow them to protect themselves from disease, I cannot condone a religion that sees women as less than an equal to a man and will not let her control that which takes place in her own body. I cannot allow myself to be an active participant in a church so wealthy, that the Pope sits on a commode made of gold when there are millions of starving faithful.

I will say this of Ash Wednesday, I saw more assholes on the road by my house trying to get to Mass on time and they were not acting as if they were good Christians. I saw more young people with black dots on their foreheads and it occurred to me that they probably didn't even know why they were getting them, other than to appease their parents.

I think that the idea of "giving up" something for Lent is silly. And here's why. What kind of great sacrifice is keeping yourself away from something for 46 days? What good will come of one giving up chocolate or drinking for 46 days (other than losing some weight and saving some money - both selfish reasons)? What good will come from keeping yourself from swearing..other than frustration? I think that there is more discipline involved in making a conscious effort EVERY DAY to be a more compassionate, kinder person. I would imagine that the Catholic god that they want you to believe exists would appreciate that more than you staying away from drinking, or eating your favorite food for a few weeks.

I could go on and on about Lent and my strong desire to disband organized religion, but then I would tire myself out and would not be able to write some stuff about Anna. I think it's sad that this woman's corpse is deteriorating while her ridiculous mother and would be "partner" fight over the remains. Given all the pain and tragedy this woman had in her life, the very least that they could do is let her remains be treated with dignity and peacefully buried with her sons. Even if that isn't what she wanted. Her odd mother now wants to exhume his body and also bury it in the states. There was an argument made today that Anna's tiny baby daughter would be the next of kin who would be able to take her remains..too bad she's an infant! I feel sad for two things here, principally. I feel sad for this woman's life. I feel sad that I live in such a country where this is headline news..along with the downward spiral of a virtually talentless girl whose claim to fame was the following of millions of prepubescent teenage girls.

I hate that she's even on my blog. Sick and sad that this day is here..but I need to get this off my mind.

This is what I would like to call:

A Quick Note To Miss Britney Spears

Ms. Spears,

There was a time when you were America's darling bumpkin from Louisiana. We even forgave you walking into nasty roadside bathrooms sans footwear. Why? Because we loved you for being blond, cute and almost talented. We loved you for your cute dance moves and catchy tunes (but let me say it now and mean it..you take up zero space on my ipod). You were the American dream in a dainty, open-mouth-gum-chewing, virgin package. Then something horrible happened.

You became old enough to think for yourself. You made some bad choices. You became human. You were young (twenty something) and finding out that life is never what you need it to be. I hate to say that this was too much for us to handle.

I say, let's go our separate ways. But I leave you with some advice. Live what ever life you have left with some dignity for your children's sake. Go to rehab, in Antigua, Malibu or better yet..somewhere where we wont know where you are. Let your hair grow back and realize that you have more money that most populations of entire cities have. No judge will take your kids away from you and give them to your (poorly chosen) ex-husband. Fuck the public (myself included) and disappear. Get your life in order (yoga?) and set your sights for a big come back when you are thirty and settled down.

Stay away from Paris, she's a whore. Be good and remember to breathe - the worst part is over.

~ A Citizen of the World Who Doesn't Want to Hear About You Anymore

Song of the Week : Starlight

2007-02-17T19:40:00.000-08:00

I love this song by MUSE. There is something very energetic and sweet in the lyrics.

~kp

Anna Nicole Dies at 39

2007-02-08T19:40:00.000-08:00

Tragic life..sad.

Song of the Day: Feeling Good as performed by Nina Simone

2007-02-07T19:29:00.000-08:00

I love this woman's voice. It's unapologetic - raw and natural. I love this song:

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all having fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That's what I mean

And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

This song really gets me sometimes..and today was one of those days.

More on Border Agents Ramos and Campion

2007-02-06T19:52:00.000-08:00

I love them as much as I hate them..John and Ken have once again tried to make an impact and if any two angry white men could..these are the pair.

Please join up if you believe that a grave injustice has been done.

Here's to the freedom fighters out there..where ever they may be.

~kp

Good things to come...

2007-02-06T19:21:00.000-08:00

New England Trip in March...

My New Blog

2007-02-05T21:54:00.000-08:00

Yoga, yoga, yoga..everyone is sick of me talking about Yoga.

Well..go f off and read my new blog dedicated to my practice.

I hope you will check it out.

Now on to more important issues of the day.

Recently, two American Border Patrol agents gave themselves up to the authorities after being found guilty in an incident where a known drug smuggler was shot in the ass by one of the border agents. A local talk radio show, John and Ken, got this story a lot of publicity.

The agents were denied pardon and sent to two federal prisons, both outside of the state of Texas where they had been convicted (El Paso, Tx).

Two days ago, former Border Patrol Agent Ramos was beaten severely by fellow inmates and denied medical attention for 24 hours. He had been sent to a prison where there is a rather large population of illegal immigrants and drug smugglers. Undoubtedly, this was payback. Undoubtedly, the judicial system has made a grave error.

I do not condone shooting anyone in the ass - no seriously. If you are going to shoot someone, make it count. Knees, armpit..anywhere will the sucker will bleed out and you can make a case of self-defense. I do not condone drug smuggling, unless the drug is vicodin and I am bringing it back from TJ after buying it without prescription. I certainly do not condone the cowardice that men show while kicking a man who is asleep with steel toe boots until you think him dead.

I would link articles to this story..but I am too incensed. I cannot believe that we live in a country where all we hear on the news is how we need to keep the bad out and away from our compromised borders. I cannot believe that in such a time, we would treat two men - clearly doing their job and protecting the people of Texas with such little justice.

What I will do is publish the name of the drug dealer (known and with priors) Osbaldo Aldrete-Davila. If such a man can be given immunity..why do we bother. If you were a young Mexican-American in Texas and thought that maybe working for the government as a border agent would have been a good career..maybe you would reconsider. Maybe you would consider drug trafficking..since we care for and protect them.

I leave you a disheartened American.

~kp

Song of the Day: Working 9 to 5

2007-01-08T19:58:00.000-08:00

Dolly has some valid points in this ditty..plus it's very appropriate time wise. Listen to this oldie and take it all in, again.

Bend it, Stretch it

2007-01-08T19:56:00.000-08:00

Word from a newbie..if you are recovering from a nasty cold..maybe you want to wait till you can completely breathe freely before hitting the hot yoga.

Day two surely will be better.

Song of the Day: La Mer

2007-01-07T20:27:00.000-08:00

I found this great version, of what I believe, has become my favorite song of my life. La Mer, is what became Beyond the Sea. The version that I found, instrumental, by Pearl Django is essential listening if you love French music.

I love Beyond the Sea/La Mer because it's a simple love song about getting back to the one you love, hoping that they are waiting for you to arrive.

Take a listen.

The Yoga 30 Day Challenge

2007-01-07T20:20:00.000-08:00

It started with this website, see. I was looking for a Bikram page that had pictures of all the poses. And then I saw the challenge.

I recently signed up for yoga and have been going on and on about the testimonials that I have read, but have really done nothing as far as testing out any extended theory of regular practice.

But then..the 30 day challenge came to mind.

Why not? Let's see what happens after 30 days of consecutive Bikram classes.

I plan on writing everyday after class to keep a record of the challenge. It starts tomorrow for me. We'll see what happens.

Stay tuned.

On this, The Eve of a New Year

2006-12-31T18:33:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year, friends. May this one be a good one, drive yourself forward, move towards all things good in life and grab on to your destiny.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Song of the Day: I'm Yours by Jason Miraz

One of the most enduring love ditties out there..sentimental and foolish, I miss my Mibs who is on the East Coast this New Years Eve. I love him dearly, and can't wait to see him soon.

I have also posted pics of three darling little Shih Tzu's taken at Thanksgiving.

~KP

Song of the day: And I Love Him

2006-12-26T19:57:00.000-08:00

A dreamy cover of the Beatles' classic by the lovely and talented Diana Krall. Check it out.

My lil' dude

2006-12-26T19:55:00.000-08:00

And so..what?

2006-12-26T19:03:00.000-08:00

I remember being young, how young exactly, I don't know..but I was young. I was watching Ripleys Believe It or Not! The segment was about this woman from somewhere in the sad midland of this country who recreated beautiful works of art using lint from the clothes dryer. I mean, amazing lint art like you have never seen. It was painstaking and time consuming and I remember thinking, even very young, what an amazing waste of time.

And so..what? As if I use my time so wisely now? The point, taking the long way 'round, is that at least there was passion behind all that lint collecting. Passion and a dream.

I think that there is a lot of passionless life out there. I think that is sad. I think that is making the masses dumb and weak.

The thing about weakness is that you are as weak as you allow yourself to be. Why be weak? Why be helpless? Why allow yourself to stay that way? Find something that lights that proverbial fire underneath your arse and do something about being so weak. I know it's not easy. I know it's hard to wake up and rub your eyes, wash your face and say, "Yup, today is the day that I am going to collect lint and make an Elvis portrait that would make 'Cilla cry". Of course not..but you could start with a list.

In a struggle to not be weak and to not slide away meagerly into my (takes a deep breath..a brave one) thirties, I have decided it's time to walk that eightfold path and become disciplined. I have decided that the focus needs to be on being healthy and happy and not a size 6. I have committed myself to a rather expensive (but worth it) yoga practice and am challenging myself to 30 days of hot yoga. We need discipline, we need to focus on ourselves during the day. We need that much. Without a little self reflection during the day, we end up letting the tasks of the day define us. We let our chores, our to-do lists, our phone calls, our relationships with other people define us.

I think that this time to focus on yourself could only lead to a discovery of the artist within. The poet, the painter, the lint art maker. Whatever is in there..there is something more to you than what you have let the world define you as. Save yourself.

Since It's the Holidays and All...

2006-11-23T20:32:00.000-08:00

I saw this article about NDE (near death experiences) and found it to be very interesting.

Why was I thinking about NDE's? I remembering reading that there are more suicide attempts during the holidays than during any other time of the year. I found this to not be true, according to statistical data I found on the CDC's website.

It turns out that more people commit suicide in the West part of the country than in the East - or the mid portions of the country. There are probably tons of reasons for this - it does rain in Seattle 8 months out of the year, and after skimming over a paper correlating the relationship between sunshine and depression, I get it.

The fast research session leads me to think about the upwards of 150,000 people in the US this year that would have survived their suicide attempts and possibly have had a NDE.

There are several theories as to why NDE's occur. There are two camps it seems that this one article touches on: pysicians that believe that NDE's occur because there is a lack of oxygen to the brain and those that believe that an NDE is triggered as soon as the brain senses that the body is dangerously close to meeting its doom in some way.

What can be said is that people experience similar experiences despite differnces in religions, cultures and geographical locales. I think this is what caught my interest in the article.

There are scientists that believe that one can induce the experience of an NDE without causing actual physical harm to oneself. It's a pretty interesting article and you should check it out, should you desire.

You Tube Goes Geek

2006-11-23T20:25:00.000-08:00

Neat application of a fantastic website.

What in the world, Tom

2006-11-23T20:18:00.000-08:00

I love Bravo and all its shows. We know this to be true.

I love the Top Chef - can't get enough.

But, Tom, what the heck is going on with this batch of chefs in this season of Top Chef? I don't understand.

Did the contestants not get a copy of the rules? When did ethics take the back seat? Tom..what in the world is going on in your kitchen?

~kp

The Things in Life for Which I am Thankful

2006-11-23T20:09:00.000-08:00

My family.
Bibshy.
My lil dog, Groucho.
My job- as uninspired as it is, it provides me things in life I need.
Freedom.
The few friends in life that have been so good to come along for the ride.
Modern medicine.
My strength.
Time.
My sense of humor.

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~kp

Ithaca Trip

2006-11-21T12:38:00.000-08:00

Well under way. Having a great time..got a little snow.

Great pics and details to follow.

Cheers.

Ordinary People

2006-11-14T20:15:00.000-08:00

I love the film, Ordinary People. If you haven't seen it, I recommend that you do. It was Robert Redford's first attempt at directing. The film is about what happens to a family when both sons are involved in a boating accident and only one survives- the surviving son attempts suicide and this is where we meet the family.

The film is a realistic and painful image of people trying hard to hold on to the need for "normalcy" after their world is changed forever. The hardest part to view is Mary Tyler-Moore trying desperately to move on with her life and trying to pull her husband, a very sympathetic Donald Sutherland along.

There is scene that always makes me want to cry. It's a scene where Moore is sitting in her dead sons room..looking longingly at the bulletin board that still remains intact. Her son, played by a very young Timothy Huton, walks up the stairs, and surprises her by coming home early. She jumps up and says, "Don't do that!". Conrad, Huton's character, begins to tell her about his day..his improved Trig scores, how he might get a better time in his swim event..and all this woman can do is try to get away and go into her bedroom. It's so short and painful to watch.

Watch it and weep.

Apple's Good Deed

2006-11-14T20:12:00.000-08:00

If you buy a red Nano, Apple will donate $10 for HIV. A noble cause.

I wonder how much money they will raise..

Time's Top 100

2006-11-14T18:30:00.000-08:00

Time has released a list of the top 100 albums of all time and the consistent joke - so far is that there is no PINK FLOYD on the list. The categories are broken down into decades..so of course the Beatles have an edge, being one of the most prolific bands between the 60's and the late 70's.

Here is my take on the list. The complete list and all the related (and fascinating articles that go with it can be found here.

The 2000's:

Not what I would have hoped to see on this list. We have:
The Essential Hank Williams Collection: Turn Back the Years, Hank Williams
The College Dropout, Kanye West
Portrait of a Legend 1951 - 1964 Sam Cooke, Sam Cooke
Elvis: 30 No. 1 Hits, Elvis Presley
The Anthology, 1947 - 1972 ,Muddy Waters
Kid A, Radiohead
Stankonia,Outkast
Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea,PJ Harvey
The Marshall Mathers LP, Eminem

First of all, I get Hank Williams..his body of work isn't anything you'll find on my ipod, but he is the first and last kick ass cowboy. Go on, Hank. Kanye West, not touching that one. I have the Sam Cooke album and it's a great collection of his songs..but I don't agree with compliations. I don't agree with any of these..except for Hank.

The 1990's

Sunrise, Elvis Presley
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road, Lucinda Williams
OK Computer,Radiohead
Ready to Die, The Notorious B.I.G.
Time Out of Mind,Bob Dylan
Endtroducing... ,DJ Shadow
(What's the Story) Morning Glory,Oasis
Live Through This,Hole
My Life,Mary J. Blige
Slanted and Enchanted,Pavement
The Chronic,Dr. Dre
Achtung Baby,U2
Nevermind,Nirvana
Out of Time ,R.E.M.
Phil Spector, Back to Mono (1958 - 1969),Various Artists
Ropin' The Wind,Garth Brooks
Star Time ,James Brown
The Low End Theory,A Tribe Called Quest

Dude, at least there is Nirvana, Hole, and A Tribe Called Quest. The 90's have a much better show of it that 2000's. Who ever picked this group really put some thought into it. Ok Coumpter, was one of the stongest alternative releases in the 1990's and Oasis..this list is my dream come true. Thank you.

Uh, oh..the 80's

Like a Prayer Madonna
Paul's Boutique Beastie Boys
The Stone Roses The Stone Roses
It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back Public Enemy
Straight Outta Compton N.W.A
Document R.E.M.
Paid in Full Eric B. and Rakim
Sign O' The Times Prince
The Joshua Tree U2
Graceland Paul Simon
Master of Puppets Metallica
Raising Hell Run-DMC
Legend Bob Marley and the Wailers
Purple Rain Prince
Stop Making Sense Talking Heads
The Great Twenty-Eight Chuck Berry
Thriller Michael Jackson
Back in Black AC/DC

Okay, if the 90's was my dream come true, then I have died and gone to the best freaking lounge in music heaven with this list. Let's break this down, Like a Prayer, c'mon..this is black haired Madonna, this is naughty-making-out-with-a-black-saint-in-church Madonna. A musical low point..but a crucial turn in the Material Girls path. The Beastie Boys made it on the list for the 80's...guess all their hard work in the 90's didn't cut it..but Hey Ladies is on this album and I love it. Paul Simon's Graceland was musical genius..pure and simple. There is not one bad song on that album and it diversified music and opened the commerical jetty for entities such as PHISH and DMB. U2 makes their second appearance on Time's list with The Joshua Tree..one of the best albums ever recorded- in my opinion and very deserving of this list. Pink Floyd's Dark side of the Moon missed this list completely. Let me not forget to mention, NWA being on this list.

The 70's

London Calling, The Clash
One Nation Under a Groove ,Parliament / Funkadelic
Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols ,The Sex Pistols
Rumours,Fleetwood Mac
Hotel California,The Eagles
Ramones,The Ramones
Songs in the Key of Life,Stevie Wonder
Born to Run,Bruce Springsteen
Horses, Patti Smith
Red Headed Stranger,Willie Nelson
Call Me,Al Green
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road,Elton John
The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust,David Bowie
Exile on Main Street,The Rolling Stones
Talking Book,Stevie Wonder
The Harder They Come,Jimmy Cliff and Various Artists
Blue,Joni Mitchell
Coat of Many Colors,Dolly Parton
Hunky Dory,David Bowie
Led Zeppelin IV (a.k.a. Zoso), Led Zeppelin
Paranoid,Black Sabbath
Sticky Fingers, The Rolling Stones
Tapestry,Carole King
What's Going On ,Marvin Gaye
Who's Next,The Who
After the Gold Rush,Neil Young
Bridge Over Troubled Water,Simon and Garfunkel
John Lennon,Plastic Ono Band
Moondance ,Van Morrison

No real surprises here..but without a doubt a who's who and best of the best for the 70's. Real stand out's for the music lover, in my opinion, are the Romones, The Clash, Fleetwood Mac's album as well as Tapestry by Carole King. Like I said, all MUSIC giants in the decade list for the 70's.

The 1960's

Abbey Road,The Beatles
Bitches Brew,Miles Davis
Stand!, Sly & the Family Stone
The Band,The Band
Astral Weeks,Van Morrison
At Folsom Prison ,Johnny Cash
Lady Soul,Aretha Franklin
The Beatles ("The White Album"),The Beatles
Are You Experienced ,The Jimi Hendrix Experience
I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You, Aretha Franklin
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band ,The Beatles
The Velvet Underground and Nico ,The Velvet Underground
Blonde on Blonde ,Bob Dylan
Pet Sounds,The Beach Boys
Revolver ,The Beatles
Highway 61 Revisited,Bob Dylan
Otis Blue,Otis Redding
Rubber Soul,The Beatles
A Love Supreme ,John Coltrane
Live at the Apollo (1963),James Brown
Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music,Ray Charles
King of the Delta Blues Singers ,Robert Johnson

If anyone ever wondered where modern rock came from...this is the list that will explain the metaphorical birds and bees. The Beatles make a strong show here..and notice that nearly every album they ever made is on this list. Abbey Road, Rubber Soul, (the freakin') White Album, man. If any one ever wonders if the Beach Boys ever grew up..yeah..listen to Pet Sounds and see how much they influenced Abbey Road which would come out three years later. I mean, this list, should be mandatory listening for anyone who ever said that they are a music buff. Every album here is represented by at least one song on my ipod. If you don't know who Robert Johnson is..we should revoke your groove liscence.

The 50's

Kind of Blue, Miles Davis
Here's Little Richard ,Little Richard
Songs for Swingin' Lovers,Frank Sinatra
In the Wee Small Hours, Frank Sinatra

This must have been the last list that they made...and the 60's list wore them out. Little Richard changed the face of rock and roll during his time and set a precedent for R&B. A real low point, this decade, according to TIME.

Best Horror Movies for Halloween

2006-10-30T19:32:00.000-08:00

It bugs me when Halloween falls on a weekday.

Halloween is best spent on a Saturday..or even better a Sunday. A Sunday Halloween usually means that the costume party was on Saturday, leaving you all tuckered out on Sunday with nothing to do but cuddle up on your sofa and watch scary movies all day.

I have compiled a list of what I believe to be, hands down, the five best horror movies to watch on Halloween.

Number #5

SEVEN

How creeped out was I when this movie came out? There is something so sick about how David Fincher made this movie, it almost made me feel as if there had to be something wrong with this man for making it. Creepier than creepy is the scene where Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman walk into the apartment with all the air-fresheners hanging. You, as the movie watcher are wondering..why are there all those pine tree air-fresheners hanging? Then as the camera shows what is thought to be a corpse (looking quite a bit like Marilyn Manson) on the bed..only to realize that it's no corpse! Creepy. The disturbing ending makes it even more yummy. Watch it..and repent.

Number #4

The Blair Witch Project

Stop it. It got all of us, okay. The film makers in this case won and we all fell for their gimmick. Shot for a mere $40K, two film students taught Hollywood a long forgotten lesson, less is more. I know..the scene with the snot faced girl crying into the camera is lame..and we all made fun of the line, "I am sooo scared". But how sick is it when someone is being dragged down into the cellar, with all the freaking little hand prints on the wall..(I am getting chills just remembering it, man) and then we see that Mike is in the corner..because "she puts you in the corner before she kills you". AAAAAHHHHHHH! Brilliant marketing, cheap budget, no gore, no elaborate stunts..to this day I remember the theater being completely full and the guy I went to to see it with was in the fetal position by the end..classic- hands down.

Number #3

The Rocky Horror Picure Show

Let's do the time warp, again. That's all I have to say. Done.

Number #2

The Omen

creepy kid with British accent who freaks out when it's time to go to Church. Plus, what has to be the best horror soundtrack using Carmina Burana in the freakiest way possible. A personal favorite anytime, but on Halloween, a definite must.

Number #1

Pyscho

First of all, it was a classic the moment it was made. One of the best and most recognizable soundtracks ever. It sets the precedent for horror. The adulteress-thief is slashed in the shower, the cross dressing son tormented by the memory of his incestuous relationship with mama..it doesn't get any better. Black and white..and directed by the master himself.

Thus completing my list..too bad that I'll have to wait a few years before Halloween falls on a cozy Sunday again.

Happy Halloween.

Question of the Day:

2006-10-24T20:22:00.000-07:00

Why doesn't anyone read my blog?

I miss....

2006-10-24T20:20:00.000-07:00

To Come:

2006-10-24T20:14:00.000-07:00

Who wants to steal my cheese?
or
Why in the world is my boss making me read this crap?

F. Scott's Damned Book

2006-10-24T19:53:00.000-07:00

The Beautiful and Damned was written by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It was his second novel, after hitting a home run out of the park with This Side of Paradise. It tells the story of the relationship between Anthony Patch and Gloria.

F. Scott captures the American dream and the Americana society perfectly to the date. The novel, longer than Gatsby was, tells the story of their love affair from flirtation to the very bitter end.

I don't want to give anything away, but the reversal of roles in this is fitting. The eriness of foreshadow of his and Zelda's future is also too much at times, so much so that you want to put it down and rest a bit.

Decadent lives, living as if there was only today, and the illusions we create for ourselves bring the story together tightly. Imagine being promised something your whole life and then having it taken away from you because of one single moment that wasn't meant to be seen or heard by anyone. Imagine wrapping all your happiness based upon one single tenant of existence to only have that tenant be a complete farce.

It is certainly not my favorite work by my favorite American author, but a good read. I was saddened to find out that this had become a musical at one time. Very sad. As if the Fitzgeralds had not suffered enough.

Pick it up with a warning: you'll need a good stiff one about half way through.

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Now reading:

Freakonomics
and
New women's Dress for Success (recommended corporate reading- puke)

X-mas in November

2006-10-23T19:53:00.000-07:00

I just realized that there are only three paychecks before X-mas for me. Crap.

L-O-V-E this blog.

2006-10-23T19:48:00.000-07:00

Love, love, love this.

Don't Forget Your Dead

2006-10-23T19:25:00.000-07:00

I know, I know. I am not religious. I do not subscribe to what would be considered a normal acceptance of any mainstream religion. However..I do believe in honoring the dead, which is what Dia De Los Muertos is all about.

Self Help

Transend and regenerate. November 1rst and 2nd.

Break in Baja

2006-10-23T18:52:00.000-07:00

I have often blogged about my affinity for the Cape. A longing and sense of security and belonging when there.

There is one other place where I feel complete and balanced and welcome and that place is Baja. My father was born and raised in Baja - his father before him, was a true Peninsulian, I have Baja in my blood.

There are, like everywhere else, the cruel predicament of the very rich and the very poor..and those who struggle to find a place in between.

Mainly, a tourist stop, Ensenada has a population of about 200,000. Within this, is a very strong expat population of about 30,000 individuals. I found myself amazed with how many condos and new homes are popping up along the route from Tijuana and Ensenada.

We (my cousin and sister) enjoyed our stay. A short break in Ensenada always does the soul some good.

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To Come:

Thanksgiving in I-Town
Finally Finished: F. Scott's Damned Book
Who Wants to Steal My Cheese

I want a boat...

2006-10-23T18:46:00.000-07:00

Cheap Attempt to Win = Spoiler from Me

2006-10-11T20:39:00.000-07:00

You all know that I heart the Project Runway. Love it with all my whole being. Tonight's episode had an interesting twist, thanks to a very pregnant contestant named Laura Bennet, a one trick pony whose craft of choice is the little black dress. God bless her, because we all need a good little black dress.

However, she questioned the integrity of Jeffrey Sebelia, a talented anti-establishment and the mastermind behind Cosa Nostra fashion. By accusing him of cheating (saying his garments had been crafted by someone other than him). To question someone's integrity because you realize how good they are is weak. It's pathetic.

The episode left us wondering if Jeffrey would be allowed to show or not. I say BOO on PR and BOO on Bennet. Here is the link to photos of his collection being shown at the PW Bryant Park Fashion Week Show. Thank you You Tube and thank you to the crafty gal that leaked this out.

I think that Bennet should have been ousted for such an allegation. After I find out who won the competition, I will post it here. I will not be watching the finale.

Sometimes...you need to just ask for it

2006-10-03T23:04:00.000-07:00

Here is the wish list as taken off the website for the Seal Beach Animal Care Center, if you would like to make a donation, please contact contact@sbacc.org.

Here is what is on their wish list:

* Volunteers
* 6' nylon dog leashes
* Flannel baby blankets for kittens
* Paper towels
* Bathroom tissue
* Top-loading cat carriers
* Feliway Comfort Zone plug-in diffusers and refills
* Pet supply and home improvement store gift cards
* Cardboard cat scratchers
* Ziplock food storage bags, all sizes
* 33 and 13 gallon trash bags
* Liquid hand soap
* Bleach
* Dish washing detergent
* Laundry detergent
* Polaroid 600 film
* Postage stamps
* Office supplies: dry erase board markers copy paper, envelopes, etc.
* Donations for our special needs and veterinary bills
* Dog and Cat sponsorships
* Foster homes for adult cats
* Forever homes for our cats and dogs

Thank you, again...

Help The Little Creatures

2006-10-03T22:57:00.000-07:00

Please give generously....

click me for good instant kharma

October 14th..when the beach belongs to the dogs.

The Two-hundred and first: Hail, Los Killers

2006-10-03T21:06:00.000-07:00

I have waited patiently, like a good girl for the Killer's second album. I have held my breath, tapped my foot, with hand waiting on my hip for this wonderful luscious scrumptous fleeting moment in time that they have affectionately named, Sam's Town.

I cannot begin to say that the Killers have exceeded expectations here.

I have provided a quick run through on some of the tracks for your reading pleasure.

When You Were Young: Love this song. Great sound and lyrics, and how can you go wrong with a line like this, "He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you remember when you were young."

Sam's Town: A strong drum intro and an homage to OMD. A song about being tired of being stuck..ain't nothing wrong with that, Brandon.

Enterlude: Sweet thank you from the Killers. I am enjoying my stay..even if it's just for a day.

Bling: C'mon..it's called Bling! If you can't shake your ass to this song about a bad ass, then you are a lost cause.

For Reasons Unknown: Do I hear some Oingo Boingo influence, here? It's heartbreaking hear the young Master Flowers singing about his heart not "beating the way it used to". Oh, Brandon, say it isn't so.

Read My Mind: If I had a dime for a song that sang about Main street and a break-up, I would be a rich gal. Nice beat..reminds me of happy 80's music..where are my leg warmers?

Where the White Boys Dance: I love, love this song. "my baby is gone, you might have a chance, just take me to the place where the white boys dance". All good things come to an end, and if your baby breaks your heart, the fix is to go dance with the white boys.

And the best, the best song on this album is hands down, My List. "Sometimes it gets hard and don't you know, don't give the ghost up just clench your fist,you should have known by now, you were on my list.". I like this song because it's about that kind of good intentions that get us nowhere. About those little things that we pass on because, damn it, someone should just understand we love them that much. Great song.

Song of the Day: The Kill, 09202006

2006-09-20T20:53:00.000-07:00

Okay, The Kill is a great song. Given that, Leto is great to look at and the video is a creppy homage to the Shinning and one of the reasons I have to have it here. Enjoy.

30 Seconds To Mars - The Kill

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Song of the Day: 9.19.2006 - Snow by RHCP

2006-09-19T22:45:00.000-07:00

If you have not yet had a chance to listen to Stadium Arcadium, I cannot recommend it enough. The album is a must have for any music lover. "Snow" is about addiction and the realization of what gets us by and that step past it.

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It's heart-breaking and lovely and just the kind of mood I was in today.

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Things to ponder for next time, is it the end of the road for the US as being a force recognized, respected and feared?

~kp

Art Imitating Life?

2006-09-18T21:24:00.000-07:00

I heard about this film a while back and was sure that it would never catch screen time in the US. Then, remembering that we are in the land of the free and if Moore could get screened cross country, then my pal from across the pond would have no issue.

Check it out.

Detatchable Penis

2006-09-18T21:19:00.000-07:00

Strange.

Man rejects his new peepee.

Wife rejects husbands brand spankin' new unit.

And still... no cure for diabetes, HIV, AIDS or cancer..well done.

~kp

Odds and Ends

2006-09-18T18:33:00.000-07:00

Haven't done this in a while..so I'd like to throw together some bits and pieces of things going on as of late.

*Still waiting on my new position to open up. (Keep 'em crosses, everyone.).
*Saw the Red Hot Chili Peppers in LA. By far, one of the best live performances of a band I have seen to date.
*Saw DMB up by San Fran, the road trip up was painful and surely, were my Mibs not there, I would have gone mad..but the show (like always) rocked. I heart Dave.
*Don't go see the Black Dahlia. What a waste of time!
*LOST is coming back and it's that time of year again to catch up and get all the plot lines in order again, this season should be a doosey.
*I don't understand why the craziest women get engaged and married off..I just don't get it.
*READ "The Beautiful and Damned" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. You shant be disappointed that you did.

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Song of the Day:

"Steady as She Goes" by the Racontures.

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Good things to Come:

Break in Mexico
Thanksgiving in Ithaca

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It's occurred to me today that I have been blogging for two years plus. I think that is a great testament to a gal like myself that usually gets bored with such things. I think that the constant innovation and evolution of BLOGGER has had alot to do with that fact. Congrats to the BLOGGER family for keeping us around that long.

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Many thanks:

Every man thinks meanly of himself for not having been a soldier.
--Samuel Johnson--

Papa A,

Thank you and congratulations on a grand career in the Army. It amazes me: the selfless sense of duty that brings a young man to join up on the eve of the rest of his life and in uncertain times in a dangerous world.

While we civilians have a luxury of debating and passing judgment on decisions made to ultimately protect us as Americans; we lose sight that it's not a soldiers job to agree or disagree, but to take action to protect, maintain and preserve our freedoms.

I am honored to know such a soldier.

BRAVO and their damn addicting shows..

2006-08-29T22:49:00.000-07:00

So, I love BRAVO.

My love affair began with the Actor's Studio. There is something about him that drives me crazy..and yet, I want to give that oddly shaped man a hug.

Then..Queer Eye for The Straight Guy. Addictive enough for my boyfriend to ask me to contact the Fab 5 on his behalf. (Guys..please...you know you would ask your girl to do the same).

Then Blow Out, that asshole Jonathan Anton got me to watch his ridiculous show about his ridiculous life and the women that pay 800.00 per haircut. Let me just say that all his haircuts look alike. My boyfriend was suckered into an all afternoon Sunday Blow Out Marathon..that's how good this show was.

After Blow Out, I figured..it would not and could not get better than this..then a little girl named Heidi had an idea. PROJECT RUNWAY. Here is a must read site - right here on BLOGGER that you need to check out, if you are a fan. There is something deliciously riveting about highly sensitive and creative people shivering in their fabulous trousers waiting to heat what Heidi Klum will say about their latest and not so greatest creations.

I am hooked..I am already missing TOP CHEF!!! If there was one cable channel that I would miss if my TV died, it would be Bravo. Have Bravo..will travel.

~kp

The Fall of a Tower

2006-08-26T13:20:00.000-07:00

If you are under the age of 35, remember a time when you could buy folders with Duran Duran on them, take them to school and day dream about that cute lead lead singer in Aha then you certainly recall Tower Records.

I remember, growing up in Southern California, and having almost always been listening to KROQ- the numerous signing's, appearances, ticket line-ups, and a store where you could, if you had the equipment, buy a vinyl recording well after the death of vinyl.

News of the defunct retailer was made public and I can say, that I will miss the yellow and orange bags, and all that it stood for against the mainstream flow of Best Buys, Target and lest we forget..the booming online music goldmines.

RIP: Tower Records

~kp

I have been missing my blog

2006-07-31T22:22:00.000-07:00

I have been missing my blog. I have been failing so at logging in and getting something out there.

I suck.

However..I did get two new books today, which will keep me away from my blog, and I did tell my boyfriend that I would be sure to watch a DVD this week..also going to keep me from my blog.

Ahh..there is always tomorrow to atone for this sucking.

Topics that I long to write about:
Buddah
Mel Gibson and those "Jews"
My dog, lil' Rouchie
Corporate Scalliwags

See you soon, I hope..

~kp

Why Can't I Be You?

2006-07-25T21:02:00.000-07:00

Read this..so great. Let's wish her luck on her defense.

We Can't Stand the Heat

2006-06-13T19:53:00.000-07:00

If you look at the relationship between man and the planet in its most basic sense, we are the parasite in the organism. There is nothing we do that cannot effect the planets well-being.

I have been privileged enough to hear some fantastic lectures on the topic from both camps. As everything in life, there are two sides to the story. There are those that believe that everything that appears to be "happening" to our planet is part of its life-cycle and would happen with or without the industrial revolution, population booms, deforestation, or SUV's taking over the road. Then there are those that feel that everything man does, since the day we first used fossil fuels, has exponentially facilitated the death of our planet via global warming.

Today, it was in the news that Stephen Hawking believes it is time for humans to colonize the moon, which is smaller than our current home, because life on this planet will only continue to become more un-inhabitable. Remember when you would see pictures of Kili and there was snow on top of it, there are no more "snows of Kilimanjaro". The phenomenon is recent.

Was a sustainable planet ever really possible? Is our generation too late? Al Gore's lecture on film has been getting phenomenal reviews. Buzz words like "imperative" and "scary" surround it.

I have yet to see it. I will see it and feel that it is every educated persons responsibility to see it. I think the truth, which is this: every action you take undoubtedly effects everything and everyone around you, is horrifying but needs to sink in somehow. Perhaps Mr.Gore has provided such a vehicle for the truth to be realized, even if it is too late.

~kp

One of the funniest posts on the web I've seen in a While...

2006-06-11T20:32:00.000-07:00

Read this article. It is pretty funny.

I agree, though, with a lot of what it says.

The Complete Lost Experience ..or Damn it..why can't I be that geek?

2006-06-06T20:01:00.000-07:00

I love LOST.

Love it and can't live without it. Watch repeats on my ipod at the gym - look for clues and examine the connectivity of all the players on the island.

I however, do not have the time, the patience, nor the desire to find out more about Hanso, could care less about Persphone, and really just need to know where the hell did Michael and Walt take off to?

Given that, I do want to acknowledge that there are people out there with the time, the resources and desire to go above and beyond to the next LOST level. I thank them and think that they are awesome. I just wanted to take some time, post some links to the other LOSTIES out there and say...

"We are the good guys".

THEORY

OBEY

FOUR TOED FREAKS

LOST ARG - LET THE GAMES BEGIN

Cheaters

I do leave you with this question: Jack or Sawyer?

Song of the Day: 06.06.06

2006-06-06T19:49:00.000-07:00

When I first heard, Evil, I liked it. I thought it was catchy, I think that Interpol have reached beyond the label of being the new Joy Division. Given the day, I thought this would be a great song on this marked day.

Rosemary
Heaven restores you in life
You´re coming with me
Through the aging, the fear and the strife

It's the smiling on the package
It's the faces in the sand
It's the thought that moves you upwards
Embracing me with two hands

Right will take you places
Yeah, maybe to the beach
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them how your pleasure's set up on slow-release

Hey wait
Great smile
Sensitive,to fate Not
Denial
But hey who's on trial?

It took a lifespan
With no cellmate
The long way back
sandy why ,"can't we look the other way?"

We speaks about travel
Yeah, we think about the land
We smart like all peoples
Feeling real tan

I could take you places
Do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces
Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van

Hey wait
Great smile
Sensitive,to fate Not
Denial
But hey who's on trial?

It took a lifespan
With no cellmate
the long way back
sandy why ,"can't we look the other way?"
You're weightless, you are exotic
You need something for which to care
sandy why,"can't we look the other way?"

Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
You've come to love me lightly
Yeah you've come to hold me tight
Is this motion everlasting
Or do shudders pass in the night?

Rosemary
Oh, heaven restores you in life

I spent a lifespan with no cellmate
The long way back
sandy why ,"can't we look the other way?"
You're weightless, semi-erotic
You need someone to take you there
sandy why , "can't we look the other way?"
Why can't we just play the other game?
Why can't we just look the other way?

A While Back

2006-06-06T00:07:00.000-07:00

A while back, someone asked me who I was thinking of when I wrote the posting of "This Is Not A Love Song".

I lied, I said that I was thinking of some girl whom, for all other purposes in life, I thought was a friend..but she wasn't really a good friend. Someone to cherish, someone I valued, someone who valued me.

Why did I lie?

Because, although this is very much a public forum, I feel I need some privacy in life. Some might ask, but you wrote it and put it out there..so why fucking lie? Why not just say who it was you were thinking of? I guess because it was none of their business.

Never mind who it was..what about what I had done to the person..isn't that the more intriguing of the questions. What the hell did you do to this person..that you thought to be sorry of whilst downloading PIL?

I guess this hits me now because tonight I am thinking a lot about who I am and what it all means and what worth I have- or have given myself. And that, yes, these thoughts are sacred and valuable-- not because someone (or no one, for that matter) ever reads them..but because they exist on their own merit. The string of letters coming together means something to me and fuck it if you can't figure out who it is I am talking about.

But, I guess..I am kind of sorry that I told such a shitty little lie- rather than telling this person to sod off.

~kp

I hate several things tonight

2006-06-06T00:01:00.000-07:00

I hate boys
I hate comment spam on my fucking blog
I hate the eventuality of my life
I hate the fact that I have become the accidental girl-friend in such a mind-numbing way that I have outdone myself..yet again
I hate people that think that just because you have turned 30 the next logical step is to buy a house, get married and have tax write-off's disguised as children

Just in case

2006-04-20T19:08:00.000-07:00

Just in case you have forgotten how brilliant it is

On The Eve of 30

2006-04-17T21:16:00.000-07:00

I am going to be 30 in a few hours.

I haven't been reflective or too preoccupied with this recent turn of events.

It is what it is.

I am going to be 30.

There is a point, as woman, where you realize that what you thought your life would be like at 29 (or any age) isn't at all what you pictured.

I am okay with that, I think. I am okay with not being married, not having kids (quite thankful for that one, actually), and not being a doctor/lawyer/world savior type of person. I am okay with all of these things.

I am okay with having turned my back on the religion I was baptized into. I am okay with not being quite done with my degree.

I am happy to be here. I am glad to be the person I am now.

At 30.

Happy Birthday to me!

~kp

This is not a love song

2006-03-23T21:07:00.000-08:00

I have been thinking about someone I have hurt today.

I am sorry.

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~kp~

Mesotherapy (Or Another Reason to Hate the French)

2006-03-14T19:30:00.000-08:00

Have you ever wondered why the French are so wonderfully slim? Look at French cuisine- hardly what you would call bland.

It turns out that since the 1950's, the French have employed a technique called MESOTHERAPY, in which phosphatidylcholin is injected into the skin. Over the years, different concoctions of vitamins, enzymes, and oils have been injected into the skin of thousands and then..a mini-miracle occurs.

Fat cells are hardened, killing them, and then excreted out of the body. (yuck)

You have a finite number of fat cells in your body. These cells can get bigger, lose density (fat is burned- aka energy used) but they do not replicate, repair or regenerate. Once a fat cell is gone, it is gone for good.

Could it be that French women have been lycing their fat cells for decades and simply cannot get fat? It is entirely possible. If you kill a fat cell fat that would be stored would simply redistribute to a new area of the body where you still have fat cells..say your breasts, buttocks, etc.

As I write this and look over longingly at my size seven jeans hanging in the door of my closet (though it has been at least a year since I last was able to wear them)- I wonder what it would be like to kill my fat cells and have the burden of a flat (or nearly flat) tummy that I didn't work for- but rather had paid a good some of money to the doctor with the syringe.

I have to say that I am not shocked in learning that this was a French innovation. Damn them.

~kp

I wish I could quit you...

2006-02-12T22:57:00.000-08:00

Go see Brokeback Mountain.

It's heartbreaking and human.

~kp

And then there was Al..

2006-01-25T19:36:00.000-08:00

A member of my extended family has decided to write a BLOG. When I learned about it- I was happy because I think that everyone should get that voice out there. Especially those people that capture your attention and have that youthful curiosity about them that still shines through.

I think that everyone has something inside of them that needs to be shared, needs to be said- put out there for everyone to see and who cares if the diction is wrong, if the punctuation is sloppy and (oh no!) a spell check clearly wasn't done.

Get it out there. Put yourselves out there. Whether it's deeply profound thoughts of the day- or just a profane rant about why Los Angeles news stations think that Lindsay Lohan being bulmic is more important than the tragedy of the Sudanese...write it.

Be accountable for your words. Be accountable for your thoughts.

Own them- let them own you for a moment.

I am not a person that makes things. I do not fiddle with things to make new things. I have never been one to have the patience nor the passion to sit and wait to see what I could do with my two hands a piece of yarn and some beads. Never. My crafts from school looked like they were made by blind children (not that the blind are not exceptionally skilled). I have always loved words. Colloquial. Epidemic. Sham. I love the way they drip off the tongue, dance in the air a bit and land with such an impact upon the human ears.

I feel that BLOGGING (it's a verb according to Meriam Webster) has opened up a new medium for the closet writer to come out, fists a blazing to share their story with all the world- whether their site gets one hit a day or one thousand.

Keep writing.

~kp

GUILT

2006-01-23T20:01:00.000-08:00

The guilt of neglecting my blog is getting to me.

I feel like an absentee mother. A self-involved guardian who pays the way but doesn't nurture the soul. I am saddened by this- to say that this is the first chance I have had to blog is a lie. So I wont make an excuse for myself.

Rather I hope that my blog understands and will let me get over the guilt and back into the swing of things.

~kp

Putting It to Bed

2005-12-31T21:39:00.000-08:00

Here it is..the very end of the year. 2005. I have very little to say tonight as right now I am more interested in cracking open my bottle of sparkling wine and drinking it right out of the bottle and ringing in the new year wearing my pj's and sharing a kiss (for the first time ever) with my boy friend- whom I have been dating over the past two years.

I have no time for introspection and deep thought. Right now my mind is on hundreds of evervescent bubbles and sleepy content eyes drifting into a brand new year a little after midnight.

I have great hopes for 2006 and am sure it will be a brilliant year. The year of the dog.

Here's to humanity, compassion, wisdom, humor..and kisses. Lots and lots of kisses.

Salud.

~kp

The Physics of Sex

2005-12-27T18:58:00.000-08:00

Newton's laws of motion are based on the truths that any change in motion can only result from an external force and that forces come in pairs occurred to me this afternoon (while sitting in a dentist chair) to explain the fundamental ways in which we move and more importantly- the way in which two bodies move in relation to one another during sex.

A body at rest remains at rest until an outside force acts upon it. A body at rest sits and will continue to sit until an outside force invites it in for a drink. What about our paired forces? Penetration. Thrust. Bump. Grind. Climax. Release. Paired forces.

Why was I thinking about Newton and sex while sitting in a dentist chair? I was thinking about the way that the world is deliciously webbed together..one lovely intricate web. Biology speaks of how things live and survive in the world and how one cell becomes two and two become four and so on and so forth; mathematics tells us how everything that is alive simply is so because all life is an equation and everything equals one. Chemistry is the happy union of biology and math making everything esoteric concrete science. Physics then puts it all into play and determines that the trip sperm make into the cervix is a mere question of velocity in which the force of the sperm is a product of its mass times gravity divided by the distance of which it has to travel. Simple.

Ta da.

I have proclaimed my love for A.E. And how I think that he would have been the best boyfriend in the world for me ever. Sometimes I look at my A.E. action figure and think..how did you come up with E=mc2? Where did that come from? What about that sexy geek, Newton, chillin' eating an apple when blammo..gravity was conceptualized. Go figure.

It just amazes me..and makes my head spin- the way in which life mathematically must happen. They way in which science takes the miracle out of the divinity. The lovely cadence of the heart which forces the blood through the tiny vessels- that's all physics..there is no higher power at work here..unless you consider that higher power to be your brain.

Just plain good old fashioned, apple falling from tree science. I love that. That is just the sexiest thing in the world.

~kp

All I want for Christmas is a hippopotamus

2005-12-26T20:13:00.000-08:00

I cannot believe that the magic of Christmas has now past and we have another eleven months to get through before we deal with this all again.

Just a thought.

~kp

2005-12-20T17:45:00.000-08:00

Boo

2005-12-12T23:02:00.000-08:00

I wish things were much easier.

You know..exchanges on the everyday level. For instance- with my boyfriend. I wish things were much easier and not such a crap fest of undertones of suckiness. You suckiness. I don't suckiness..and the like.

I love my boyfriend..I think that 87% of the time..he's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I think that he's the bees knees, the cat's meow and all the other things I should be thinking.

Then there's the other 13% where I want to flick his nose so hard it makes his eyes water. It is what it is.

Maybe the phase of everything being nice is over. Maybe this is it. Maybe it finally is what it is.

I don't know. 87% is great..it's that fucking 13% that gets me.

~kp

What now, love?

2005-12-11T13:28:00.000-08:00

I have troubles with things.

I don't know why I have a sense of panic every now and then. I really don't. It's as if all my thoughts go swirling around at a million miles and hour..randomly, chaotically and then BAM! A screeching halt brings one thought to the forefront. And that one thought takes over everything.

I think about the future everyday. Where it will take me and where will I be and will I get to the place that calls out to me everyday. "Come here", "come here". I long for it without explanation- I feel a connection to it and I was only there for a brief time- two months..but it calls me.

I wonder what will propel me there. A broken heart? Old age? New opportunity? I don't know. But my lil' heart aches for the clear sky, sometimes overcast and perhaps a foreshadow of a down pour, the salt in the air, the sounds of the water the call of the ferry..it all calls me. I can't explain it- except to say that I would rather be there most of the time. Strange.

Sometimes I wonder if I will marry? I have fooled myself into thinking that I don't want that for myself and sometimes I think that I would be a great person to marry. Then other times I feel destined to be alone. With my dogs to keep me company, my writing and my books and journals to fill the time. Sometimes I think that I met the man I was supposed to marry in another dimension. If the circumstances were just right and the planets and gods were all in agreement with one another, I would have married him had he not been otherwise engaged (haha)..I would have married him if he would have left her. I couldn't and I wouldn't ask him to- I dare not. He thanked god and then cursed him for bringing me into his life..how is that not meant to mean something? It did mean something in the end- I would become his secret, something regretted and I have to admit- I kind of like that idea. Sick, isn't it?

We all have one of those, don't we? Some of us more than others..and I don't know what brought this all on..

But it happens now and again, though..we run into these people that if "this" wasn't the case then "this" would be wonderful and two people could be very happy together. But we don't know that for sure. We never know. I guess this is what scares me about the commitment of marriage..not the idea of that one person, because I am assuming that I'll be head over for that guy..but the ineventuality of bumping into that person from another place in time that otherwise would be yours. The grass is always greener, the opportunity around the corner, etc. It all sucks.

I went to a fortune teller in Vegas who was spot on in so many ways. I hated the question I asked and my best friend reprimanded me for not being more specific. I asked if I would marry..and the fortune teller said yes and she said when I would be married..and it scares me. Who is it that I am to marry?

I wonder.

~kp

2005-12-11T12:07:00.000-08:00

New Favorite Song

2005-12-11T11:52:00.000-08:00

Here's my new favorite song: I love this song- it's sad, sweet and makes me feel something that a song hasn't made me feel in a while..enjoy:

Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
But

Please, remember me
Fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like 'We'll meet again'
And 'Fuck the man'
And 'Tell my mother not to worry'
And angels with their gray
Handshakes
Were always done in such a hurry
And

Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you're lit up by the city
So

Please, remember me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
Just like the gates
Around the holy kingdom
With words like 'Lost and Found' and 'Don't Look Down'
And 'Someone Save Temptation'
And

Please, remember me
As in the dream
We had as rug-burned babies
Among the fallen trees
And fast asleep
Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like
And even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see
A trapeze
Swing as high as any savior
But

Please, remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above there running
In circles round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter's
So bright with cinder gray
And spray paint
'Who the hell can see forever?'
And

Please, remember me
Seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees
You turn from me
And said 'The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last'
The clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs
The parking lot
Had an element of danger
So

Please, remember me
Finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear
But if i make
The pearly gates
Do my best to make a drawing
Of G-d and Lucifer
A boy and girl
An angel kissin on a sinner
A monkey and a man
A marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swingers

~kp

Cannot recommend this enough...

2005-12-05T20:03:00.000-08:00

You must listen to Ricky Gervais' podcast. It's bloody yummy!!! I love it and it's a great 35 minutes well spent.

listen

2005-11-27T20:58:00.000-08:00

Some of my favorite moments in 2005

2005-11-27T20:50:00.000-08:00

Being Grateful

2005-11-25T16:25:00.000-08:00

Another Thanksgiving has come and blessed us with its presence.

In looking over 2005, I find myself reflecting and here is what I am most thankful for this year...

My family- as flawed and fucked up as we are- it's good to have them and it's good to know where it all came from. They are mine and I am theirs and it is what it is.

My boyfriend who is also my best friend. I think that after spending a little over a quarter century on this earth I have found, for the first time, true and honest affection and love without ridiculous ties and unhealthy expecation. I am glad everyday that I know this person and am lucky enough to have him be a part of my life.

My job. It isn't my life's dream or passion- but it pays the bills and then some and that's enough for me right now. It keeps me motivated and that's a lot to ask for these days.

My friends. You know who you are and you are there in my life for a reason.

My dog..I don't think I need to elaborate here. Having a sleeping puppy in your lap gives you peaceful perspective.

I think as I get older, I have a greater sense of appreciation for these holidays and what family means- or rather, what my family means to me. What it means to be a person of integrity and earning a living. Working to live rather than living to work.

Let's see what next year brings.

~kp

Die, Tookie, Die

2005-11-15T20:28:00.000-08:00

Do you know who Tookie Williams is? He was the man who founded the Crips, fathered three criminals and brutally shot four people while high on PCP. Doesn't sound like your average model citizen, does he?

Currently, Tookie resides in San Quentin where on December 13th, the state of California will have the happy pleasure of putting him to death by the method of lethal injection.

Right now, celebrities, anti-death sentence activists and Tookie sympathizers are trying to get Arnie to grant clemency to this humanitarian who claims that his eight children books have deterred thousands of children from joining gangs.

Here is a segment from his website that I will not link you to..garbage is easy to find on the net.. I have inserted my own comments that are in parenthesis..just thoughts that hit me as I read through this "apology".

The Apology
Twenty-five years ago when I created the Crips youth gang with Raymond Lee Washington in South Central Los Angeles, I never iyes, ymagined Crips membership would one day spread throughout California (yes you did..other wise why would you create it), would spread to much of the rest of the nation and to cities in South Africa, where Crips copycat gangs have formed. I also didn't expect the Crips to end up ruining the lives of so many young people, especially young black men who have hurt other young black men.

Raymond was murdered in 1979. But if he were here, I believe he would be as troubled as I am by the Crips legacy.

So today I apologize to you all -- the children of America and South Africa -- who must cope every day with dangerous street gangs. I no longer participate in the so-called gangster lifestyle (could your incarceration have something to do with this), and I deeply regret that I ever did (being sentenced to death can put things into perspective).

As a contribution to the struggle to end child-on-child brutality and black-on-black brutality, I have written the Tookie Speaks Out Against Gang Violence children's book series (yes, and where did the proceeds from said books go to?). My goal is to reach as many young minds as possible to warn you about the perils of a gang lifestyle.

I am no longer "dys-educated" (disease educated) (No, tax-payers have provided you with a great education from behind bars). I am no longer part of the problem. Thanks to the Almighty, I am no longer sleepwalking through life.

I pray that one day my apology will be accepted. I also pray that your suffering, caused by gang violence, will soon come to an end as more gang members wake up and stop hurting themselves and others.

I vow to spend the rest of my life (about thirty days and, Tookie, we are counting) working toward solutions.

Amani (Peace),

Stanley "Tookie" Williams, Surviving Crips Co-Founder,
April 13, 1997

You can e-mail Tookie if you'd like. Words of encouragement, suggestions for his last meals. Whatever you want..

tookie@tookie.com

~kp~

For your pleasure...

2005-11-11T17:47:00.000-08:00

Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter
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2005-11-11T17:23:00.000-08:00

My buddy, Utah Mike, mentioned before on my blog..several times has recently asked me and a few others to start blogging on his blog. He's such a good host and how could I say no. I am going to try my hardest to do so regularly.

Oh, INSTALLMENTS, the blog created with such high hopes has been put aside and I went and deleted the story I started. I know..such a drastic measure, but I didn't like where it was going and I guess the comforting aspect of writing is that you can always go back and start over again.
So..I anticipate some stroke of creativity to hit me any day now.

I am FAT. I think I need to hire a HUGE Swede to make sure I don't eat and I do workout. I wonder if Bally's has any on staff.

I have an issue lately with motivation.

Need to work on that one. Hmm. So check out Mike, Lizzy, Vedder and myself when you have a chance.

Also...my song of the day..could very well be the song of the week. I called Utah Mike (very excited) about this song and he was a down right penis about it. Maybe it's the Catholic thing..but I love

KING WITHOUT A CROWN

listen and love it, too!

More later, I am sure.

~kp

2005-11-04T18:16:00.000-08:00