Sunday, February 28, 2010
Ze Devil
**Let me just state that this post in no way is intended to be about religion or any of that. I am in NO WAY religious and I am simply interested in the concept of the numbers 666.
666 has come to be known as the Mark of the Beast. It is a concept from the Book of Revelation of the New Testament of the Christian Bible, relating somehow to the figure of "The Beast" i.e. the Devil. In the Bible, the original Greek statement has been defined as King James remarking:
And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
The MARK of the beast is mentioned eight times in the book of Revelation:
Revelation 13:16-18
And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a MARK in their right hand, or in their foreheads:
And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the MARK, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six. Rev. 13:16-18
Revelation 14:9
And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his MARK in his forehead, or in his hand, Rev. 14:9
Revelation 14:11
And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the MARK of his name. Rev. 14:11
Revelation 15:2
And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire: and them that had gotten the victory over the beast, and over his image, and over his MARK, and over the number of his name, stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God. Rev 15:2
Revelation 16:2
And the first went, and poured out his vial upon the earth; and there fell a noisome and grievous sore upon the men which had the MARK of the beast, and upon them which worshipped his image. Rev. 16:2
Revelation 19:20
And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the MARK of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone. Rev. 19:20
Revelation 20:4
And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his MARK upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years. Rev. 20:4
Apparently the mark (666) is symbolic, associated with the beast and his name. This would seem to rule out micro-chip implants, biometrics, bar-codes, etc. as the mark of the beast that many have stated to be "devilish items."
The Bible states that if you HAVE the Mark of the Beast or the number of his name that you are evil, but how can one receive this number? You can't. From what I have read, you are born with this Satanic nature in you, and for this God will not punish but cleanse you of your sins. I have also read that this Demonic number will become present in a mark such as a tattoo, barcode, or microchip that reveals the true identity of the Antichrist or the Devil. The number represents the essential number of a man. The number 6 falls one short of God's perfect number, 7, and thus points to human imperfection. The Antichrist, the most powerful human the world will ever know, will still be a man - a 6. The ultimate in human and demonic power is a 6, not perfect, as God is.
So basically, the Bible has stated that the identity of the Devil will be revealed through the number 666, and until that is so, the Devil's identity is unknown. Conspiracy or reality? I obviously have no idea, yet we all love to give in to mystery's temptations, so I like to say reality.
Thanks to What is 666.
666 has come to be known as the Mark of the Beast. It is a concept from the Book of Revelation of the New Testament of the Christian Bible, relating somehow to the figure of "The Beast" i.e. the Devil. In the Bible, the original Greek statement has been defined as King James remarking:
And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
The MARK of the beast is mentioned eight times in the book of Revelation:
Revelation 13:16-18
And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a MARK in their right hand, or in their foreheads:
And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the MARK, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six. Rev. 13:16-18
Revelation 14:9
And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his MARK in his forehead, or in his hand, Rev. 14:9
Revelation 14:11
And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the MARK of his name. Rev. 14:11
Revelation 15:2
And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire: and them that had gotten the victory over the beast, and over his image, and over his MARK, and over the number of his name, stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God. Rev 15:2
Revelation 16:2
And the first went, and poured out his vial upon the earth; and there fell a noisome and grievous sore upon the men which had the MARK of the beast, and upon them which worshipped his image. Rev. 16:2
Revelation 19:20
And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the MARK of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone. Rev. 19:20
Revelation 20:4
And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his MARK upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years. Rev. 20:4
Apparently the mark (666) is symbolic, associated with the beast and his name. This would seem to rule out micro-chip implants, biometrics, bar-codes, etc. as the mark of the beast that many have stated to be "devilish items."
The Bible states that if you HAVE the Mark of the Beast or the number of his name that you are evil, but how can one receive this number? You can't. From what I have read, you are born with this Satanic nature in you, and for this God will not punish but cleanse you of your sins. I have also read that this Demonic number will become present in a mark such as a tattoo, barcode, or microchip that reveals the true identity of the Antichrist or the Devil. The number represents the essential number of a man. The number 6 falls one short of God's perfect number, 7, and thus points to human imperfection. The Antichrist, the most powerful human the world will ever know, will still be a man - a 6. The ultimate in human and demonic power is a 6, not perfect, as God is.
So basically, the Bible has stated that the identity of the Devil will be revealed through the number 666, and until that is so, the Devil's identity is unknown. Conspiracy or reality? I obviously have no idea, yet we all love to give in to mystery's temptations, so I like to say reality.
Thanks to What is 666.
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I am currently working (trying to), on some stuff for school. I have to create this project about myself and it's rather daunting because I want it to come out nicely and it is . . . for the most part. I am drawing shit, painting, collaging and writing. While I should love to write about myself, it's hard. I don't want to sound ostentatious, yet I want my point to get across. So I will try to get back on my computer before the end of the night to do a legitimate post that I have wanted to write for quite some time now. It may be done; I'm crossin' my fingas and toez.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
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Holy fuck I am newly obsessed with Alexandra Cassaniti. Her stuff is so orignal and unlike every other designer that I am familiar with. The apparel and accessories range from insanely simple to insanely insane. A lot of her stuff reminds me of summer, and her line revolves around surfing, bikinis, and the ocean. Pointing out that it's always summer somewhere, each season she releases a new "Summer" collection — she launched her line with the "Summer One" collection, and is now working on designing "Summer Four". Each season she designs a new hand-screened print — from brushstrokes and pinkeye to stripes and newsprint — which she uses for each season's new line of limited edition bags. Everything that she sells is handmade which adds to it's value. Check check check check . . . I needa save up my $$$ so I can buy half of the shit that I post. Man.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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My MKO inspiration for the next few months.
You weren't my last resort, I have so many more people to go through.
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The Amityville Horror has to be one of my favorite movies of all time. I'm really into that whole horror/killer/ghost movie genre and The Amityville Horror fits right into that category. The entire movie is capitalizing on the tragedies of the DeFeo family, and though much of the movie is exaggerated, I feel that Andrew Douglas did a great job capturing the underlying spook the Lutz family felt. The actual story of what happened is much more intriguing to me than the way the movie portrays it, and I have realized this after doing much of my research about the horrific murders. So the story begins in the early evening hours of November 13, 1974, the patrons of Henry’s Bar, a tavern located at the corner of Merrick Road and Ocean Avenue in Amityville, gossiped while sipping their beers and cocktails.
At 6:30 p.m., Ronald DeFeo Jr., known by the locals as “Butch,” opened the door to the bar and yelled, “You got to help me! I think my mother and father are shot.”
One of the patrons seated at the bar was Robert “Bobby” Kelske, an out‑of‑work brick mason and Butch’s best friend. Bobby raced to his friend, who had fallen to his knees.
Crying hysterically, Butch again pleaded for help, “Bobby, you got to help me. Somebody shot my mother and father.”
“Are you sure they’re not asleep?” Bobby offered.
“No, I saw them up there.”
“Come on then; let’s go.”
Butch got to his feet and called for others at the bar to follow Bobby and him back to the DeFeo house. Answering Butch’s call was John Altieri, Joey Yeswoit, Al Saxton and William Scordamaglia, the owner of Henry’s Bar. The six men piled into Butch’s 1970 blue Buick Electra 225. Butch climbed in the back while Bobby took the wheel.
Although the DeFeo house was only a block away, Bobby drove frantically down the street. One of the men yelled out for him to slow down, but Bobby ignored the comment, arriving at 112 Ocean Avenue, the DeFeo's address in a matter of seconds.
The DeFeo residence was a large, rambling, three‑story Dutch Colonial home built in 1925. Because the property was long and narrow, the dark‑shingled house sat sideways with the front door facing the elongated driveway. At the end of the DeFeos’ 237‑foot‑long lot sat their boathouse, right at the edge of the Amityville Creek.
Bobby pulled the car to a quick halt and climbed out. As he climbed up the front‑porch steps, one of the other men cautioned, “Be careful! Somebody might be in there!”
“I don’t care,” Bobby yelled as he opened the unlocked door to the DeFeo home.
The house was quiet, except for the barking of Shaggy, the DeFeos’ sheepdog, who was tied up to the inside of the kitchen’s back door. Because the dog was not totally housebroken, the family routinely tied the animal there.
With Bobby Kelske in the lead, the five men hurried up the stairs to the second floor. Bobby, a regular visitor to the DeFeo household, knew exactly where the master bedroom was located. As they reached the second floor, they were overwhelmed with the stench of death.
Bobby stopped at the doorway to the master bedroom and hit the light switch. Before him lay Ronald Joseph DeFeo Sr., 43, and his wife Louise DeFeo, 42. A hole in the center of DeFeo Sr.’s bare back was the first indication the couple was not sleeping. Dried blood had trickled out of the wound, disappearing beneath the obese man’s blue boxer shorts.
In contrast, Louise DeFeo’s wounds were not clearly ascertainable because her body was buried beneath an orange blanket as if she were protecting herself against the evening chill. Behind the bed was a mirrored wall, which eerily reflected the macabre scene.
Seeing that Bobby was ready to pass out, the other men led him downstairs, past the life‑size portraits of family members that hung on the staircase wall.
John Altieri remained on the second floor and checked out the northeast bedroom. On opposite sides of the room lay the bodies of two young boys, face down like their parents. In the bed on the left lay the body of John DeFeo, nine. Altieri could not pinpoint the bullet hole in John’s back since the “Knicks” sweatshirt he was wearing was covered in blood.
In the other bed lay John’s brother, Marc DeFeo, 12. Next to Marc’s bed was a pair of crutches and a plain, gray wheel chair. The boy had recently suffered a football injury and needed their assistance to get around. At the foot of his bed lay a crumpled‑up green and yellow bedspread and an orange blanket. This time, Altieri could make out the wound: a single bullet hole in the center of the boy’s back.
Seeing more than he had wanted, Altieri left the room and rejoined the others on the ground floor. There, Joe Yeswoit called 911, giving details to an emergency operator.
Well, this is quite a lot to take in; however, at Butch's trial where he was tried for the murders of his family, he swore that the devil made him do it, and that a voice in the family's basement, which he made his bedroom, kept telling him to "Ketch 'em and Kill 'em." For any of you who have watched the movie, the whole ghosts coming out in the day and wreaking havoc on the family really isn't true. During Butch's trial he stated that "...it was cold-blooded murder. Period. No ghosts. No demons. Just three people in which I was one."
During a 2000 interview, the details of the hours leading up to the six killings emerged. The DeFeo household had been in a frenzied state during the evening of November 12, 1974. Butch's father, according to Butch, routinely abused his family. After that evening's tirade had settled down, Butch, his 18-year-old sister Dawn, and two of Butch's friends proceeded to get "high" in the basement.
Incensed that her father was preventing her from joining her boyfriend in Florida and worn out from the years of physical abuse, Dawn DeFeo approached her older brother about killing their parents. Butch initially refused. After a culmination of drugs, alcohol, and desperation over the next few hours, Butch finally gave into Dawn's ghoulish request. Employing his two friends, Butch and Dawn left the safety of the family's basement and headed for their parents' bedroom on the second floor. It was around 1:00 a.m. on November 13, 1974. While one friend waited as a lookout, the other, with his Colt Python, followed Butch, who had armed himself with a .35-Marlin rifle.
The parents were attacked while they lay in bed. Mr. DeFeo, however, was able to struggle to his feet to attempt a counterattack on his assassins. A second bullet struck him dead before he was able to reach his target. Louise DeFeo lay in bed, moaning for help, as she slowly bled to death. A second bullet would silence the woman for good.
Although the original plan called for the younger children to be taken to the grandparents' house in Brooklyn, Dawn, according to Butch, killed them to eliminate the children as witnesses and potential threats. Butch claimed he was not in the house at the time of the children's murders, but giving pursuit to one his friends, who had fled the scene, in order to lure him back to assist with the cleanup. Even while feigning insanity at trial, Butch DeFeo never admitted shooting the children.
Dawn ordered the boys face down when she entered their room and shot them point blank in the head. The next room Dawn entered was Allison's. Standing at the doorway, Dawn raised the rifle, taking aim as Allison slightly raised her head before looking into the muzzle flash. Death was instantaneous, as the bullet impacted Allison's left cheek and exited her right ear. Allison's wounds were meant to disfigure the beautiful girl.
Butch, upon his return and enraged at the senseless murder, confronted Dawn DeFeo in her third-floor bedroom. After briefly wrestling for the gun, Butch got the upper hand and slammed Dawn against the bed knocking her out. As she lie unconscious on her bed, Butch placed the back of the rifle to Dawn's head and fired. The murderous spree had finally ended, but the cleanup had just begun.
All of this is so fucked up. In total, Butch murdered his mother, father, two brothers (one of whom was only 9 years old), and two sisters . . . because "voices in his head told him to." I highly suggest that anyone who has not seen this movie should, and if you would like to vist the house, it is in Amityville, New York, not too far from where I live. My father went there recently and told me that the family who lives there do not like visitors and gawkers, but they deal with it.
Thanks to The Amityville Murders.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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ALL I WANT IS SOME FUCKING FREEDOM, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
It totally is these days . . . mostly due to the fact that my father just cannot let go. Do I blame him? No. But imma big girl, I can handle myself. Do you guys find that the older you are getting, the more you just push your parents away? I mean I always thought it was those pre-pubescent teens who tell their parents to get the fuck out of their lives, but I kind of want to be alone too. I don't know if this is even stupid to ask, but you'd think that since I am going away next year that I would want to cherish my time left with my dad. I am not saying that I don't love him and all of that, of course I do, I mean, he's raised me alone since I was a baby, but his whole "eagle eye" thing is a bit ridiculous. I can't even go throw out the garbage without him looking out the window to make sure I don't get hit by a car or kidnapped (teennapped in my case). Damn, I should feel horrible wanting to be my own person, but I just don't at this point. No longer can I be told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. It's like four more months until I get this freedom I want and I CANNOT WAIT.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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Honestly, this post needs no introduction for you will all understand the magnitude of how amazing these rings are. Is it just me who has this obsession, or are there others out there? Can you hear me? I'm calling to all of YOU. You who understand my love and share it. These can all be found on the Kabiri website where jewelry reigns supreme. There are so many elegant/funky/chunky/weirdly cool necklaces, bracelets, earrings and other rings that can be bought from the website, but rings are my thing and what I save to buy. The website has everything in Euros, so if any of you want to buy one of these magnificent pieces, here is a currency converter to find out the amount in US DOLLAZ.
I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU, DON'T WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING.
Lord
"I think I've always been half out of my shell and half in. Sometimes I can be extremely wild and sometimes I can be extremely shy. It just depends on the day." Oh Emile.
Monday, February 22, 2010
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Fucking karma. Oh my God. My entire life revolves around this principle that if you do something bad, karma is going to come and make you wish you never had. Every day I find myself slipping up and then something totally bad, out of my control of course, happens to me, and all I can say to myself is "fucking karma." Like yesterday for example. I was walking at a deli and was buying a sandwich when I picked up a bottle of water and decided that I wanted it too. I got to the cash register and completely forgot that I had the water bottle with me, and the employee did not ask about it, so I guess it slipped my mind. It was only once I sat down that I realized that I had not paid for the water. I debated going back and paying for it, but I mean who would do that? Yeah, you say you would . . . but you wouldn't. So I tried to open up the water and the second the cap came off the entire bottle spilled all over everything I was wearing. So basically, I had to walk around the entire fucking day with my shirt all wet. It may seem small, but I totally believe that this was an act of karma! And it is not the first time it happened to me. I highly advise you all to watch what you're doing for fear of angering the Gods of karma who just love to teach us wrong doing people a lesson. Here is the most basic definition of karma and its origins courtest of Basic Buddhism; gotta love those Buddhists.Karma is the law of moral causation. The theory of Karma is a fundamental doctrine in Buddhism. This belief was prevalent in India before the advent of the Buddha. Nevertheless, it was the Buddha who explained and formulated this doctrine in the complete form in which we have it today.
Either this inequality of mankind has a cause, or it is purely accidental. No sensible person would think of attributing this unevenness, this inequality, and this diversity to blind chance or pure accident.
In this world nothing happens to a person that he does not for some reason or other deserve. Usually, men of ordinary intellect cannot comprehend the actual reason or reasons. The definite invisible cause or causes of the visible effect is not necessarily confined to the present life, they may be traced to a proximate or remote past birth.
According to Buddhism, this inequality is due not only to heredity, environment, "nature and nurture", but also to Karma. In other words, it is the result of our own past actions and our own present doings. We ourselves are responsible for our own happiness and misery. We create our own Heaven. We create our own Hell. We are the architects of our own fate.
I guess I have decided my own fate up until this point. Have you?
And my friend Rachelle is incredible for telling me that I should totally write a post about karma . . . and hurr it is.
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I desperately feel as though I need some sort of cleansing to rid myself of the "demons" in my body, as our centuries old comrades would have called them. All of this aggression and frustration that I have been hiding needs to be gone from me . . . soon hopefully. I need some relaxation as I am sure you all do.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
"Hi Mom, I think I'm not a good person."
"TIDY, NASTY AND NEAT." - Manohla Dargis, The New York Times
This movie, Afterschool, was brought to my attention last year, and I have not yet had the chance to see it. A girl who is close friends with a friend of mine acts as the female lead, while a boy who is friends with a girlfriend of mine plays Robert. The movie synopsis is rather haunting . . .
'Afterschool,' which speaks of a boy and girl in a fancy East Coas prep school video club, of the boy's roommate, and the death of twin Alpha Girl classmates, is a film of and about the YouTube generation. It begins with Rob (Ezra Miller) watching an online porn site called "Nasty Cum Holes" (or something like that) in which a man, unseen, is talking dirty to a young prostitute. Rob is in his dorm room, which he shares with Dave (Jeremy Allen White), who deals drugs. The video club links him with Amy (Addison Timlin), with whom he loses his virginity. While ostensibly making a sort of promotional video for the school he is shooting a hallway and stairway and all of a sudden two twin girls, the most admired in the school as it happens, appear overdosing. Robert rushes down the hall to them and the camera continues to watch as he sits on the floor with them as they die.
In what follows there is a lot that shows the hypocrisy and confusion of the teachers, the headmaster, and the kids. Rob is so full of emotion throughout the entire film that he finds himself almost completely shut down. Mr. Wiseman the therapist or counselor (Lee Wilkof) succeeds in getting him to open up a tiny bit by trading obscene insults with him. A lot of 'Afterschool' is seen either as a video camera (or even a cell phone camera) see it, or as Rob sees it. When his lit teacher is talking about 'Hamlet,' he is watching her crotch, legs, and cleavage and that's what the camera sees. At other times the camera is fixed and one speaker is cut out of the picture, or you see only the edge of his head. Campos is not of the shaky, hand-held school of realism. His evocation of the sensibility of his young characters goes deeper than that. When kids today see something like a girlfight (or a boyfight) at school, somebody films it, and when it's filmed it's going to wind up on the Internet. There's a girlfight Rob and his roommate watch on the Web and then they're in a boyfight with each other in which Rob lets out his sudden pent up anger. Maybe his roommate is guilty in the twin girls' death. But as the school headmaster somewhat facilely says, maybe they all are. A wave of repression follows the incident--perhaps evoking the aftermath of 9/11, which Campos interchanged with the girls' death to get kids' reaction shots.
Campos likes moments that make us and himself uncomfortable, starting with the opening porn video, but continuing with Rob's experience and the world seen through his eyes. Rob's safety is continually compromised and his emotions are uncertain. He doesn't know who he is, and neither does the filmmaker. Rob is a clean cut, even beautiful, boy, but he is almost clinically shut down--not an unusual state for a male teenager, maybe even more likely in a privileged setting like a New England prep school.
Rob and Amy are assigned the task of making a 'memorial film' about the dead twins. However the film he makes is too abstract, existential, ironic and just plain crude to be acceptable. When his supervisor sees it he thinks it's meant to be a mean joke. Later a more sweetened up and conventional version of the film is shown to the whole school, which we also see. Altering and re-editing reality is a continual theme of 'Afterschool.' The cobbled-together vernacular images are clumsy, but the filmmaker is supple, deft, and sophisticated technically and bold intellectually--still-beyond his years. He has also captured a world he himself knows personally with rather stunning accuracy.
Inspiracion 2
Mad inspiration for my room now, next year, and in the future. I mean our bedrooms are our sanctuaries and a direct reflection of ourselves. Well, at least that is the case for me and I love so many things about these insane asthetics. C*۞אּعI ร †
Oh my gah these bags from Simone Camille are sahweet. They have an almost, Harem dancer's style to them. I look at the metalwork and colors used on the variety of bags and cannot help but imagine a scantily clad woman from India dancing around in an outfit that looks similar to the design of the bags. I love Simone's use of color and patchwork to create these masterpieces. She also makes one of a kind creations for anyone who wants a little something different than what she has in stock. ch3Ck !t 0uTT.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Sk8 Brd
I have been rather interested in skateboarding lately, but not the sport aspect of it; I'm interested in the athletes desires to push their limits, the sheer grimy-ness of it, and its strong stance in pop culture. Lords of Dogtown has to be one of my favorite movies, not just because Emile Hirsch aka Jay Adams is fucking hot as hell, but because the boys are so dirty and free spirited, and they love it. The whole skateboarding culture in California in the summers of the 60's was so relaxed and boys and girls tried to show their mad skillz by creating new tricks that seemed to defy limits. Anyway, this guy Geoff Rowley is an insane skater and up there with the best of them. He is by far one of my favorite skaters because he has such dedication that's more than clear in his hard work and constant practice sesh's. It doesn't hurt that his name is Geoff either because anybody who knows me knows that I like the name. . . . okay, love the name.
Moondancer
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's okay though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"” -- John Mayer
Picture courtesy of Cavern Collection.
Friday, February 19, 2010
DΣSΣRTΦ
So I totally know what my next big purchase is going to be! They are these insanely incredible Clark's Desert Boots. I have seen them on many men's feet and wished that there was a more feminine version for the lady's. Seeing my handsome college interviewer sport them yesterday made me want to buy them even more, so here I am, hoping that I can save up to own my own pair. Come on, Ashley Olsen wears them and I happen to LOVE how she and her equally beautiful sister Mary-Kate put themselves together, even to go out for a simple coffee run.
Urbaning
Here are some thought provoking questions to ponder over the weekend . . .
- If 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, then why are there locks on the doors?
- What do blind people see in their dreams?
- Can you get cornered in a round room?
- Why are you IN a movie, but ON TV?
- Why does the label on children’s Tylenol tell you not to operate heavy machinery or vehicles?
- If anything's possible, then is it possible that nothing's possible?
- If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?
- Why do banks put Braille on drive-thru bank machines?
- If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest drown too?
- Are eyebrows considered facial hair?
- If a baby's leg pops out at 11:59PM but his head doesn't come out until 12:01, which day was he born on?
- Since bread is square, why is sandwich meat round?
- What is the definition of the word 'dictionary' in a dictionary?
- What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?
- If 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, then why are there locks on the doors?
- What do blind people see in their dreams?
- Can you get cornered in a round room?
- Why are you IN a movie, but ON TV?
- Why does the label on children’s Tylenol tell you not to operate heavy machinery or vehicles?
- If anything's possible, then is it possible that nothing's possible?
- If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?
- Why do banks put Braille on drive-thru bank machines?
- If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest drown too?
- Are eyebrows considered facial hair?
- If a baby's leg pops out at 11:59PM but his head doesn't come out until 12:01, which day was he born on?
- Since bread is square, why is sandwich meat round?
- What is the definition of the word 'dictionary' in a dictionary?
- What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?
ponder . . . ponder . . . ponder . . . ponder . . . ponder . . .
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Lately, I have been really into the cosmos and intergalactic space. I feel like this is heavily because of my new found knowledge about the effects of the planets on human behavior. I now try to keep up with the moons phases and take that into account when I wonder why I am pissed or overtly happy. I am so so so happy right now, but that's just because it's fucking Friday.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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My home girl Rachelle told me about some pretty well known good luck charms that have been known to ward off any unwanted evils; but many of us do not know WHY these gems are lucky, just that they are. I have wanted to write this post for quite awhile, but my life just kept getting in the way and stopping me from sitting down and doing some legitimate research. Anyway, I find all of this rather interesting because few have questioned the reasons behind why these random artifacts are lucky. Let's get this arollin'
-Four-leaf Clover: I kind of just thought that they are lucky because they are hard to find a mass of three leaf-clovers. Well, in Irish tradition the Shamrock or normal three-leaf clover represents the Holy Trinity: one leaf for the Father, one for the Son and one for the Holy Spirit. When a Shamrock is found with the fourth leaf, it represents God's Grace. According to legend, Eve carried a four leaf clover from the Garden of Eden. This continues today mostly because four lead clovers are so difficult to find. I found one a few years ago and put it in a box with a bunch of other little nicknack's, but I can't seem to find it . . .
-Horseshoe: I think that this good luck symbol is not as popular because I haven't really heard many people reference this as being lucky. But it is. They're considered very lucky and used to be hung in many homes to protect and attract good fortune for the family residing inside. Horseshoes were also considered lucky because they were made by blacksmiths, which is said to be a very lucky trade. Because they worked with elemental fire and "magical iron," they were thought to have special powers. I wish I had some magical iron to work with when I make my jewelry.
-Rabbit's Foot: This good luck charm has to be my favorite. I have been looking for a sw33t one to make a necklace out of so if anyone knows of any, please let me in on it! I will reward you with a bounty of figs and plums. Rabbits and hares were considered lucky animals as they were associated with spring and the return of flowers and other greenery. Spring was a time of fertility and so rabbits were considered good luck to be seen running through fields. To see a rabbit running through your yard meant that it would be a good year to have children or that your garden would be especially fertile that year. The manner in which rabbits run also gave birth to the superstition about rabbit's feet. Their unusual stride makes their back feet touch the ground ahead of their front feet, and so the back feet were considered especially lucky to possess.
-Wishbone: This too, is a rather unusual lucky charm, usually seen only around holidays. I am rather enthralled with this charm because I have a wishbone bracelet that I wear sometimes, and I like to think it gives me good luck. Wishbones have become a common tradition at Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter dinners. The general rule is that the wishbone is saved from the turkey or chicken dinner and dried overnight. The next day, two people snap it while making a wish. Each person uses their pinky finger to pull on an end. After the bone has broken, the one with the larger piece is granted their wish.
-Ladybugs: Many find it to be lucky if a ladybug lands on you, and unlucky to kill a ladybug. They eat harmful crop pests, so the appearance of ladybugs would have been welcomed by farmers and gardeners. Many cultures also link the sight of a ladybug with future luck in love, good weather, a financial windfall, or the granting of wishes. Having a ladybug land on you is particularly lucky in some cultures, and some people believe that when a ladybug lands on an object, that object will be replaced by a new and improved version.
-Buddha: I have so many Buddha's around my room and have tons of Buddha jewelry as well, but because my father has always had statues of them in his house and they are widely accepted in his culture. Apparently, it is lucky to rub a Buddha's belly for that is where his good fortune is found. Buddhism requires one to live a deep and simple life away from worldly distractions, pleasures and pitfalls. If you adhere to the concepts of Buddhism and find peace within yourself it can be presumed Buddha is good luck; but if Being a Buddhist distances yourself from things you value, such as family, exotic foods movies or world travel it might make you unhappy and therefore be perceived as bad luck.
Oh gawd, why are there so many hoes!? It's like everywhere I look there is a fucking girl who thinks she's the shit and needs to show it. EW.
I am sure many of you do not believe in good luck and bad luck, and go about your days hoping for the best without any charms or trinkets to help. I, however, love to have these things, just because they are reinforcement that my days might just be a little bit better. The luck is much needed right now because I cannot get myself to focus on anything important i.e. school, my music, performances and work . . . and blogging of course. Thanks to everyone who reads; I feel that I don't really take the time to appreciate, but I should. It's nice to know that there are actually people who care about what I have to say, and are interested by that which interests me.
-Four-leaf Clover: I kind of just thought that they are lucky because they are hard to find a mass of three leaf-clovers. Well, in Irish tradition the Shamrock or normal three-leaf clover represents the Holy Trinity: one leaf for the Father, one for the Son and one for the Holy Spirit. When a Shamrock is found with the fourth leaf, it represents God's Grace. According to legend, Eve carried a four leaf clover from the Garden of Eden. This continues today mostly because four lead clovers are so difficult to find. I found one a few years ago and put it in a box with a bunch of other little nicknack's, but I can't seem to find it . . .
-Horseshoe: I think that this good luck symbol is not as popular because I haven't really heard many people reference this as being lucky. But it is. They're considered very lucky and used to be hung in many homes to protect and attract good fortune for the family residing inside. Horseshoes were also considered lucky because they were made by blacksmiths, which is said to be a very lucky trade. Because they worked with elemental fire and "magical iron," they were thought to have special powers. I wish I had some magical iron to work with when I make my jewelry.
-Rabbit's Foot: This good luck charm has to be my favorite. I have been looking for a sw33t one to make a necklace out of so if anyone knows of any, please let me in on it! I will reward you with a bounty of figs and plums. Rabbits and hares were considered lucky animals as they were associated with spring and the return of flowers and other greenery. Spring was a time of fertility and so rabbits were considered good luck to be seen running through fields. To see a rabbit running through your yard meant that it would be a good year to have children or that your garden would be especially fertile that year. The manner in which rabbits run also gave birth to the superstition about rabbit's feet. Their unusual stride makes their back feet touch the ground ahead of their front feet, and so the back feet were considered especially lucky to possess.
-Wishbone: This too, is a rather unusual lucky charm, usually seen only around holidays. I am rather enthralled with this charm because I have a wishbone bracelet that I wear sometimes, and I like to think it gives me good luck. Wishbones have become a common tradition at Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter dinners. The general rule is that the wishbone is saved from the turkey or chicken dinner and dried overnight. The next day, two people snap it while making a wish. Each person uses their pinky finger to pull on an end. After the bone has broken, the one with the larger piece is granted their wish.
-Ladybugs: Many find it to be lucky if a ladybug lands on you, and unlucky to kill a ladybug. They eat harmful crop pests, so the appearance of ladybugs would have been welcomed by farmers and gardeners. Many cultures also link the sight of a ladybug with future luck in love, good weather, a financial windfall, or the granting of wishes. Having a ladybug land on you is particularly lucky in some cultures, and some people believe that when a ladybug lands on an object, that object will be replaced by a new and improved version.
-Buddha: I have so many Buddha's around my room and have tons of Buddha jewelry as well, but because my father has always had statues of them in his house and they are widely accepted in his culture. Apparently, it is lucky to rub a Buddha's belly for that is where his good fortune is found. Buddhism requires one to live a deep and simple life away from worldly distractions, pleasures and pitfalls. If you adhere to the concepts of Buddhism and find peace within yourself it can be presumed Buddha is good luck; but if Being a Buddhist distances yourself from things you value, such as family, exotic foods movies or world travel it might make you unhappy and therefore be perceived as bad luck.
Oh gawd, why are there so many hoes!? It's like everywhere I look there is a fucking girl who thinks she's the shit and needs to show it. EW.
I am sure many of you do not believe in good luck and bad luck, and go about your days hoping for the best without any charms or trinkets to help. I, however, love to have these things, just because they are reinforcement that my days might just be a little bit better. The luck is much needed right now because I cannot get myself to focus on anything important i.e. school, my music, performances and work . . . and blogging of course. Thanks to everyone who reads; I feel that I don't really take the time to appreciate, but I should. It's nice to know that there are actually people who care about what I have to say, and are interested by that which interests me.
Information from Ancient-Symbols.
da Bünd
There are few who will understand the significance of the title of this post muahaha.
Picture courtesy of The BS Report.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tortilla
I'm sitting eating donut holes covered in cinnamon and it's making me really happy. I feel that that's all you really need to know right now. That, and I bought a bunch of new stuff yesterday which also made me really happy. Weeeeeee.
Lykke Li - I'm Good, I'm Gone from Lykke Li on Vimeo.
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I'm a busy busy busy bee! Sorry for the lack of an update for now, but hopefully I will be able to get to one tonight! I like this picture a lot.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
B JAMIN
Gimmie gimmie. I am desperately wanting to build up my collection of sunglasses for summer, and these little beauties from Benjamin Eyewear will fit in nicely.
Shape Shifter
God I change so much. I know we all do and it's totally a part of life, but seriously. I look at stuff that I bought a few months ago, and ask myself what I was thinking. I look at things I liked a few months ago, and think they're so not me. I look at scrapbooks/magazines/drawings/favorite-d websites from the beginning of senior year, and find nothing interesting in them anymore. Am I just a chameleon, changing myself for whatever I find cool at the moment? I guess we all do this because what attracts is us what we strive to attain or embody. I think the reason I change so much is because I am exposed to so many different kinds of people over the years. This continuous strain of people coming in and out of my life has kind of opened me up to new styles, new customs, new habits that many may not find in the fifteen mile radius that is their life.
Yeah, most of the people that I associate myself with understand this, and are not afraid to dress how they want, act how they want and do what they want, because they change too. They change just as much as I do. I'm not talking minor changes here, like your haircut, or your favorite brand of jeans; I'm talking your outlook on life. I once thought that everything had to go my way, and that if I did not get that one material posession, that my life would be over. No, but that's how crazy I was, and then everything came crashing down. I still know so many people like that, who cannot get outside of their five year old self, to understand that no, not everything has to go your way. Sorry to inform you. Yeah I change. So do so many other people, but there are others who have yet to do so. God, I never realized how different I am from last week, last month, last winter and last year. I think my changes are for the best. I think.
Wow, what did I just try to say? I hope that made some sort of sense, but I cannot focus on anything right now. I am thinking about other stuff, like school (kinda) and food and jewelry, ya know that most important things in my life minus school at this point.
Oh, and this blizzard doesn't seem to be stopping which is making it really difficult to do anything outside of the confines of my bedroom . . . and I hope you all like the new header.It took me forever to make and my fingers have paint and glue all over them from the endeavor, but it was well worth it.
Here is a picture I detailed last month that I found in Spin magazine.
Yeah, most of the people that I associate myself with understand this, and are not afraid to dress how they want, act how they want and do what they want, because they change too. They change just as much as I do. I'm not talking minor changes here, like your haircut, or your favorite brand of jeans; I'm talking your outlook on life. I once thought that everything had to go my way, and that if I did not get that one material posession, that my life would be over. No, but that's how crazy I was, and then everything came crashing down. I still know so many people like that, who cannot get outside of their five year old self, to understand that no, not everything has to go your way. Sorry to inform you. Yeah I change. So do so many other people, but there are others who have yet to do so. God, I never realized how different I am from last week, last month, last winter and last year. I think my changes are for the best. I think.
Wow, what did I just try to say? I hope that made some sort of sense, but I cannot focus on anything right now. I am thinking about other stuff, like school (kinda) and food and jewelry, ya know that most important things in my life minus school at this point.
Oh, and this blizzard doesn't seem to be stopping which is making it really difficult to do anything outside of the confines of my bedroom . . . and I hope you all like the new header.It took me forever to make and my fingers have paint and glue all over them from the endeavor, but it was well worth it.
Here is a picture I detailed last month that I found in Spin magazine.
Feekie
My little sister Sophia (aka Feekie, Poopie, SoFreaky, and Alfonso) told me that she wanted me to write about her for my blog. She's five so every little thing I do for her makes her really happy and I knew that writing about her would be no challenge, for I love her more than I can describe. Well, she speaks both English and Russian, and happens to be a little genius, well I think so anyway. She gives the best advice and always knows what to tell me when I'm in a bad mood, though her advice can sometimes be rather straightforward. Her favorite food is spaghetti and her favorite drink is tea with cinnamon and milk. Her favorite color is green and she loves cheetahs, coloring and running around in her underwear. She likes to think she's a rockstar and always tells me to make videos of her while she dances to Beyonce. Her favorite movie is Pocahontas and she loves Madeline, that little French girl in those super old cartoon movies. I luff her. xx
Monday, February 15, 2010
My collection of medals I wish I had won. So yes, I lost THE GAME.
Photos courtesy of Amelia Bauer .
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