tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75404292086003512842024-02-07T13:42:48.048-08:00Hot Chow!Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-47819096636529639352009-10-24T00:24:00.000-07:002009-10-24T00:50:41.613-07:00LOL RFISooooo.... I'm posting! OMG!!! It's been so long, and really, i just wanna throw up some songs that i love so they're not lost... and when i say love, i mean <span style="font-style:italic;">really like right now</span>. <br /><br /><br />This song is from <a href="http://www.rfimusique.com/musiquefr/statiques/accueil.asp">Radio France Internationale</a>, and I like it because it comes on all the time and I thought it said "on amie comme Haiti". But it says "on aime comme on ete aime" which to my third-grade understanding, means "we love like we've loved before" instead of "we love like Haiti." What can I say, I'm good at languages? <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywtEXopuWok&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywtEXopuWok&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />On invente pas un sentiment<br />Des baisers donnent l'alphabet<br />L'amour nous griffe, ouvre ces plaies<br />L'amour nous soigne, l'amour nous fait<br /><br />On aime comme on a été aimé<br /><br />C'est cela qui nous fait courir<br />De reproduire et faire grandir<br />Ce qui nous a été donné sans jamais pouvoir en parler<br /><br />On aime comme on a été aimé<br /><br />C'est dans les mains de nos parents<br />C'est dans le coeur de nos amants<br />Regard aimé, regard aimant<br />C'est le plus clair de notre temps<br />Le plus obscur de nos tourment<br />On apprend pas un sentiment<br />Même si on veut faire autrement<br /><br />On aime comme on a été aimé<br /><br />On dit les chiens n'font pas des chats<br />Et que l'on est que c'qu'on connait<br />Qu'on désire ce qu'on ne connait pas, un autre chien, un autre chat<br /><br />On aime comme on a été aimé<br /><br />Toutes ces secondes de tendresse<br />Dérobées à nos portes pièces<br />Toutes les claques, les maladresses<br />Pour que ça dure, pour que ça cesse<br /><br />On aime comme on a été aimé<br /><br />C'est dans les mains de nos parents<br />C'est dans les coeurs de nos amants<br />C'est dans les yeux de nos enfants<br />C'est le plus clair de notre temps<br />Le plus obscure de nos tourment<br />On invente pas un sentiment<br />Même si on veut faire autrement<br /><br />On aime comme on a été aimé<br /><br />Et j'aime comme tu m'as aimé <br /><br /><br />This next song I also got from RFI too- it's Television by Baaba Maaal. I like it because it's atmospheric and somewhat enigmatic. "lL'homme dans la television...."; dunno, the nostalgia of it suits me. <br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d22Hvh-odGY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d22Hvh-odGY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />As well, I got this one via RFI. do like! <br />also: the opening is a total rip-off/tribute to siouxsie and the banshee's "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHs9NBxH7F8">passenger</a>". (yeah, it's an <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSFV6RhdsNs">iggy pop song</a>, but i know it through siouxsie). <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9R9tOK3-QE4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9R9tOK3-QE4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Loin du bonheur et des îles<br />Ou la misère prend ses aises.<br /><br />Près du hall où l'oppressé<br />Se console avec des “Si”<br /><br />Plus de chemins, plus de repères, que des raccourcis<br />Pour la plus part piégés, piégés, piégés<br /><br />Quand se nourrir est un film<br />Et nourrir les tiens ton rôle<br /><br />La rue te donne quelques scènes<br />Tirées de mauvais scénarios.<br /><br />Pour le coup elle peut te fournir tous les plans possibles<br />Mais pour demain qui sait, qui sait, qui sait<br /><br />REFRAIN<br />J'veux du soleil woy woy woy woy<br />J'veux du soleil du pays woy woy woy woy<br />J'veux du soleil woy woy woy woy<br />Sur le bitume t'enchéris<br /><br />(x2)<br />Rien de neuf dans ma rue<br />Juste une année l'aléas,pas d'avenir<br />Que que que qu'est ce qu'elle y connait RIEN<br />Qu'est ce qu'elle y connait RIEN<br />Qu'est ce qu'elle y connait RIEN RIEN RIEN<br /><br />Quand on a rien d'autre à faire,<br />On la pratique par défaut<br />Y a que ce qu'ont pas touche le fond<br />Qui en parlent comme d'un trophée.<br /><br />Ni de première, deuxième, place ici<br />Plus tu y es plus tu perds, tu perds, tu perds.<br />Quand elle est tout ce que l'on a<br />On rêve d'autre part.<br />Quand elle a tout ce que l'on est même éloigné d'elle on l'aime<br /><br />Elle nous grandit, nous en dit long sur ce qui est à venir.<br />Tout pour mieux la quitter,quitter, quitter<br /><br />REFRAINPapagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-49392895949901935822009-03-09T08:47:00.000-07:002009-03-09T08:56:54.122-07:00Funny StorySo at a recent Justin Bond performance--but not recent enough!-- s/he told us a hilarious story about being backstage at Carnegie Hall during the McGarrigle Christmas Hour, which I was at with my love. I could never tell it as JB does (plenty of laffs on <a href="http://justinbond.com/">his blog</a>), but Dust and I thought it was MARIO.<br /><br />So backstage at Carnegie Hall, <a href="http://ourladyj.com/welcome.html">Our Lady J</a> turns to Justin and asks her: "Hey Justin, can you do my backfat?" And Justin says "Sure" and comes over and helps J with her dress. Emmylou Harris was also in the same dressing room, and says: "Excuse me, what did you just say?" to which J says, "You know, do my backfat. If you push it to the front it makes cleavage. You know, we all have backfat." The profundity of this statement was not lost on Emmylous, as she repeats, solemnly, "We all have backfat." As Justin tells it, as they were heading onstage, he hears her say again, in a whisper: "We all have backfat."<br /><br />Here's a Venn diagram that I made in Paint of the amount of people in this world who may think this was funny:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjsspUOH1yt6hpsgTPMo-u4Kk4orLurkUx2Trc7M1A4U3RxZCnTmjNaNyItjYiYIa2z4R95pLi33lDKPs4fvcHDudtC22x-0nQAdsBwpUrCcmsjaqgKyliJToZJNqho350CJ7tSEUQNvo/s1600-h/emmyjustin.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjsspUOH1yt6hpsgTPMo-u4Kk4orLurkUx2Trc7M1A4U3RxZCnTmjNaNyItjYiYIa2z4R95pLi33lDKPs4fvcHDudtC22x-0nQAdsBwpUrCcmsjaqgKyliJToZJNqho350CJ7tSEUQNvo/s320/emmyjustin.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311216823791672914" /></a>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-70023592634138855582009-03-06T17:56:00.000-08:002009-03-06T18:08:53.136-08:00I slipped and then you pulled. You pulled me up.My friend Beth texts me today at 7:30: I slipped and then you pulled. You pulled me up.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGRRuFydHmM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGRRuFydHmM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />thanks b! i needed thatPapagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-70068946877899255072009-03-04T06:49:00.000-08:002009-03-04T06:55:13.539-08:00And anotherOh wait, I found another one. This one says OH HAI in Georgian, which has been scrubbed from the internet. The <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/other/quickfix/">granddaddy of free language sites</a> does not have a Georgian entry, nor does this <a href="http://37languages.wordpress.com/">crazy cat</a> who's trying to decide which language he wants to learn, trying them all on for size as he goes....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjnON4IPGQwDphF8KcvgM8sY5fF4wh1P1sU251Q-2FbcJc016uUWVF8zZd3Fe6LGtTdYlVg6iydVhqsHqacNGnsCi2FUT-bcVJzzRfnZWX400whtnpmkcVXv7mQOYZVnxMk9Ild7tFK0/s1600-h/georgian+cat2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjnON4IPGQwDphF8KcvgM8sY5fF4wh1P1sU251Q-2FbcJc016uUWVF8zZd3Fe6LGtTdYlVg6iydVhqsHqacNGnsCi2FUT-bcVJzzRfnZWX400whtnpmkcVXv7mQOYZVnxMk9Ild7tFK0/s320/georgian+cat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309345831071084290" /></a><br /><br />Wait, is this it? <br />Hello (gamarjoba) გამარჯობა <br />That's what this kitty said!Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-67477971268863746652009-03-04T06:40:00.001-08:002009-03-04T06:44:16.486-08:00For the cat ladiesSince the cat ladies have me on RSS or something, here's a little something for them. This krazy kitty was found in the Museum of History and Ethnography in Tblisi, Georgia. I hear s/he speaks Georgian and scary kitty voice. I'm unable to discern sex or gender identity from the photo, but the whiskers skew male. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhDOviwSBovbAhWNAkiKrsnebQ7Is1AovKkSn4UigIAbBE3Xt6ZFfHiAsZKwlkUOIAzZFQL-yz3_szCzjG50nXKj5QStF_FnYQ-570AGn522dqq-FLFide4_q8AjVRZkzp-bnbItvrrg/s1600-h/georgian+cat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhDOviwSBovbAhWNAkiKrsnebQ7Is1AovKkSn4UigIAbBE3Xt6ZFfHiAsZKwlkUOIAzZFQL-yz3_szCzjG50nXKj5QStF_FnYQ-570AGn522dqq-FLFide4_q8AjVRZkzp-bnbItvrrg/s320/georgian+cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309343045015827650" /></a>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-21078503126855797852009-02-27T07:06:00.000-08:002009-02-27T07:07:00.079-08:00Ha!from my brother neebo.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVWyT5RWHtA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVWyT5RWHtA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-6870144350650947472008-12-18T06:19:00.001-08:002008-12-18T06:23:50.072-08:00you keep it all inthis is what i'm telling myself to do today. <br />i put the lyrics down below....<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wQy5cp_cbo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wQy5cp_cbo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />by the Beautiful South<br /><br />You know your problem<br />You keep it all in<br />You know your problem<br />You keep it all in<br /><br />Thats right<br />The conversation we had last night<br />When all I wanted to do was<br />Knife you in the heart<br />I kept it all in<br /><br />You know your problem<br />You keep it all in<br />You know your problem<br />You keep it all in<br /><br />Midnight, a husband getting ready to fight<br />A daughter sleeps alone with the light<br />Turned on, she hears but<br />Keeps it all in<br /><br />Just like that murder in 73<br />Just like that robbery in 62<br />With all there things that have happened to me<br />I kept it all in<br />Why do you keep on telling me now<br /><br />You know your problem<br />You keep it all in<br />You know your problem<br />You keep it all in<br /><br />Thats sweet<br />That conversation we had last week<br />When you gagged and bound me up to my seat<br />Youre right, I do<br />I keep it all inPapagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-60557715499258442252008-12-11T07:30:00.000-08:002008-12-11T07:33:50.916-08:00it's fun to discover why people are legendsoh yes, as caro reminds me, it IS fun to discover why people are legends. sure, i've seen cabaret before... and loved it, but c'mon, being in a movie can't be that hard, and cheating is rife. but when i was with my bedridden bf (who's just had a part of his digestive tract removed) watching cable where he was dogsitting the other night, we stumbled onto LIZA WITH A Z. I can't even tell you how great she is in this. I always thought she was just famous because of her mom, but man, she's a show-woman. I called it as a Bob Fosse production in about two minutes, which is a joy. Watch this medley from Cabaret and just breathe in the Liza. with a Z.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUUqtXi3ZcM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUUqtXi3ZcM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-55100572297432023522008-11-25T13:14:00.001-08:002008-11-25T13:45:03.185-08:00I'm sorry I ignored you<span style="font-family: georgia;">I just posted a comment on a </span><a href="http://kusala1.blogspot.com/">blog </a><span style="font-family: georgia;">I really like following, because I like the author's style and the pictures he finds/photoshops. Anyhow, in the off-chance he stops by here, I'd be embarrassed if there was nothing new for him to see. Not to say that the other two of you don't matter, but you're already friends with me and you recognize, or should have recognized, by now, my shortcomings.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Either way, it's okay. Like <a href="http://www.duckprods.com/weide/lotus.html">Lotus Weinstock</a> was quoted via John Cameron Mitchel via Justin Bond via the movie Shortbus, "I used to want to change the world; now I just want to leave the room with a little bit of dignity." That's so true. I was sitting in a meeting this morning, the kind where conversations spiral off into trails of what the original idea was about, and I realized, hey, you gotta loosen up about some things. Like this meeting. Big deal. It's over in thirty minutes, take a deep breath and there you go. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">A few weeks ago I was with my paramour and my great friend Caitya and the bf and I got into an argument about how he wanted to hold my hand or have his arm around me, and we were probably in a part of town (gah, I live in NY) where I didn't feel comfortable because I didn't want to get punched and I can be cowardly (not my best trait). In any case, bf turns to my friend and tells her he doesn't understand why I react like this sometimes, and she says right back, "Oh, it makes total sense. He's really uptight." HA! Good to be reminded of these things from time to time, my friends. Being in this relationship (my first!) has been full of first-time experiences for me, including seeing myself in the mirror of another person in a negative light. When I get upset when I ask him to get wine to go with our Chili on a cold November night, he shows up with a<br />rosé, and I respond by becoming withdrawn and upset: THAT IS ME BEING AN ASSHOLE. And I don't want to act like this, but I don't control my feelings like I want to. It's a challenge to check myself before I wreck myself, as Chowderhead Caro has told me is one of the biggest challenges in her LTR. <br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Anyway, I already mentioned her name, but you should check out </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://justinbondisliving.blogspot.com/">Justin Bond's blog</a><span style="font-family: georgia;">, particularly if you liked him in Shortbus or have ever seen him perform. I love this guy. He puts on these amazingly positive shows and I definitely am always impressed by his accompanist, Our Lady J.</span><br /><br />I'll leave you with a very uplifting song we recently saw him perform at Joe's Pub: Tomorrow is the 22nd Century.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qn9XZlBn6KE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qn9XZlBn6KE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-40126199124093590482008-10-30T07:18:00.000-07:002008-10-30T07:19:48.420-07:00And now for a word from Betty White<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxL7MKsGoPo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxL7MKsGoPo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-27640490103862076352008-10-30T07:11:00.000-07:002008-10-30T07:14:22.079-07:00You can vote however you like<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4TIitZpqv4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4TIitZpqv4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh, to still be wide-eyed and bushy-tailed about our democracy....<br /><br />My mother, to this day, will never tell anyone how she's voted. "Secret ballot" is her only reply... I think she has our back next Tuesday though... she's a smart lady.Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-15995596720129422732008-09-12T07:36:00.000-07:002008-09-12T11:09:27.555-07:00discretion, anyone?man, i'm so annoyed right now. last night i went to Bburg to take care of one of my favorite little dogs, Goya, at Luna and Vava's place. all was going pretty well- my friend Caitlin had come over and we had shawerma sandwiches from Oasis and relaxed on the roof. the boy was running late, so she had to leave without saying hi to him, so i laid out on the couch and waited... when he came it was nice to see him, he made a sandwich, we talked. he had shaved off his beard, and i'm finally, after four months, getting used to periodically seeing him with no beard. at first i felt like a four year old girl whose father has shaved his mustache and who freaks the fuck out, not able to understand who that strange man is, mommy!<br /><br />anyhow, i was getting ready for bed, in my skivvies, and i hear a knock at the door. fuck, i'm thinking, is this damn music that the boy put on too loud? the girl on the other side starts talking and D recognizes her voice, so opens the door to a very drunk, very pretty girl who comes right in and starts to jabber on about this and that. she seemed nice enough, and my effusive boyfriend was saying how he "loved her" and how she was "his favorite" blah blah blah. Anyhow, after sending her many cues and clues that I was indeed on my way to bed (kissing the boy, brushing my teeth, laying down on the couch again) I stood up and told her I was going to bed and that it was nice to meet her. About fifteen minutes later my love came into Vava's bed with me after bidding his friend goodbye. Next thing I fucking know, there's someone at the slider door that leads to the roof, and it's Drunkles, telling us that she grabbed the wrong bag. Turns out she had grabbed my work tote instead of hers, so no big deal, the net effect to me is that she delayed my sleep by another five minutes.<br /><br />Anyhow, this morning I walked Goyita around the block and marvelously, it was slightly cool, delightful northeastern fall weather. I thought to myself, good thing I brought that sweatshirt with me, this velour zip-up my brother gave me for Christmas. When Goya and I get back to the place my sweatshirt- and clean socks- are nowhere to be found... and I start to think that my little late-night visitor might have relieved me of my jacket... and I sent the boy, who was "friends" with her anyhow, upstairs to find out. Lo and behold, he wakes up her roommate and she hands him my sweatshirt. Needless to say, I was PISSED. I guess the girl had already rubbed me the wrong way by delaying my sleep and then not taking any of my clues and then, after I became more assertive with her, still vacillating more, but the way she disappeared my sweatshirt for me really got my goat early this morning.<br />.....................<br />I was of course annoyed with the boy for being so friendly to this girl who annoyed me so much, and for my friends for their (perceived) "open door" policy with this person. I talked to Vava and she mentioned that this person "bothered" them a lot and was "always cracked out," so I began to feel better about my impression of what had gone on, when previously I just felt ornery and crotchety. Apparently she lies, so I feel way better about my disliking her, because, due to my Catholic guilt and my mother telling me that no, in fact I did not hate anyone, I felt horrible about disliking a friend of Luna and Vava's, and was passively angry at the bf for liking her so much and being so eager to hang out with her while I wanted to go to bed.<br /><br />I feel a lot better about the whole thing now.Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-63094248959477634102008-08-22T10:42:00.000-07:002008-08-22T11:37:03.014-07:00Country HouseI'm going out to Northern Jerze tomorrow with the bf and some friends, to visit <a href="http://zeetastymuffin.blogspot.com/">Muffin </a>and eat some great food. A typical overnight "in the country" includes arrival, hitting up the supermarket and liquor store (in Jersey, you guys, you can buy beer, wine and liquor in <span style="font-style: italic;">the same store</span>! Can you imagine?), and then going to the compound. If it's nice and hasn't rained, we could play some tennis on the clay court (all those lessons as a preteen paid off... I'm like second seed in the Route 80 tourney!), or take a dip in the pond and take out the canoe. I usually like to sing show tunes whilst canoeing, but my partner in that crime, Tracy Marie, is out in LA being a nanny for a famous Brat Packer. Maybe my boyfree will take her place. At 6pm a bell is rung and all present must make their way to the terrace for a mandatory martini. <a href="http://bmwbeatz.blogspot.com/">Brother B</a> makes a marternative of mojitos for those of us who like our drinks sickly sweet. After that Muffin and others make a large feast, which I proceed to eat most of. Then we continue drinking, and make a bonfire to release some more CO2 into the air (hey, I don't have an SUV, so gotta do my part the old fashioned way) and everything like that! Exciting times....<br /><br />Here's a song that makes me excited, both about my weekend and remembering the days when I used to listen to lots of Bluuuuuurrrrrr:<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2BBfv9WK_w&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2BBfv9WK_w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-82353298144426225412008-08-19T07:01:00.000-07:002008-08-19T08:25:32.852-07:00Oh it's been so longI'm a lazy bastard, what do you want from me? Lots has been going on, I'll recap below.<br /><br />-I has a boyfriend. He's a nice guy from the Deep South who's keeping me on my toes. He looks a little bit like Dick Tracy:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIIPSQ0yAoRS5z8BK3lqhM0RLQP2QwoT7FsiQVFUBKytGZ-dNEoKgJmg43wdMf8OcXKiAPY4A8rf_GQLnZmp9MPFtK7eg9S_tJPc56fzHkls7ZhnZ5DxOtLQ6lKf9F8m_-nmKenlXVSQ/s1600-h/-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIIPSQ0yAoRS5z8BK3lqhM0RLQP2QwoT7FsiQVFUBKytGZ-dNEoKgJmg43wdMf8OcXKiAPY4A8rf_GQLnZmp9MPFtK7eg9S_tJPc56fzHkls7ZhnZ5DxOtLQ6lKf9F8m_-nmKenlXVSQ/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229879960286578" border="0" /></a><br />It's been fun as hell because he likes some of the same things I like, such as food and walking around aimlessly. He's also very social. Another thing we have in common is that we both like to see Broadway musicals, which is a gas, because most of my friends here think they're stupid, while I tend to think they form one of the most versatile and entertaining genres out there.<br /><br />-We went to see <a href="http://www.gypsybroadway.com/">Gypsy </a>with the one and only <a href="http://www.pattilupone.net/">Patti Lupone</a>, a national treasure and Corky's mom. Couldn't take our eyes off her. My one complaint is the staging of "Gotta get a gimmick," which I like to see at full blast with lots of energy. This production cast Electra as a very old, possibly drug addled putain who barely keeps up, while I would have preferred more of a titty-shaking blowout.<br /><br />-Last weekend we also saw <a href="http://www.boeingonbroadway.com/">Boeing Boeing</a>, which was hilarious. I thought <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christine_Baranski">Christine Baranski</a> was great as the sassy French maid, and the woman who plays the American lover, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1063517/">Kathryn Hahn</a>, was brilliant, with her blocky poses and over the top delivery. I heard some queens during the intermission hissing about some 'over-acting' but hey fellas, this is a farce, I'm pretty sure they're intending to be campy and over-the-top. In any case, the story follows a wealthy American in Paris who has three fiancees, all who are flight attendants whose comings and going can be managed by the airline's time schedules. With the other two being German and Italian, the European stereotypes and accents are out of control, and the comedy is made more fun to watch because it's so physical: lots of jumping, falling, throwing things, etc.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZl0I39r2VDycjSE7Rf18vxkRr0uQGvpN9bCGYRwDkOfCCxyw9xjlxktFDQBWDsdn9ar_s8aBMwosKDlkg4372PpwatK1oZI5S3jq6lgQ9f8Vg4EXmF3WzUxNr_BR0P_8rs8It7G2vhY/s1600-h/Mark-Rylance-and-Kathryn-Hahn-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZl0I39r2VDycjSE7Rf18vxkRr0uQGvpN9bCGYRwDkOfCCxyw9xjlxktFDQBWDsdn9ar_s8aBMwosKDlkg4372PpwatK1oZI5S3jq6lgQ9f8Vg4EXmF3WzUxNr_BR0P_8rs8It7G2vhY/s320/Mark-Rylance-and-Kathryn-Hahn-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236246025277570626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-I have also seen this summer's two stoner movies, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1082886/">The Wackness</a> and <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/pineappleexpress/">Pineapple Express</a>. They were both funny but very different. <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wackness </span>is bittersweet and somewhat sentimental, with hilarious 90s references like the pump-up Reeboks and beepers. It also has Olivia Thirlby, who is very pretty and gives a great performance. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiHw2XbITKzCfPrvb3lxtp-1ddC9p4iGW7v_blvw8ODj8AyvXDqFE_OB0fLW2o-lxOwqBthN-U7fdlG18gbWhw3zV2BacGaWiuOR5SaFpmW0Z2o0J4sUP3PQLYkm2dwfAnQ-Rz4TsL48/s1600-h/josh_peck_and_olivia_thirlby_the_wackness_movie_image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiHw2XbITKzCfPrvb3lxtp-1ddC9p4iGW7v_blvw8ODj8AyvXDqFE_OB0fLW2o-lxOwqBthN-U7fdlG18gbWhw3zV2BacGaWiuOR5SaFpmW0Z2o0J4sUP3PQLYkm2dwfAnQ-Rz4TsL48/s320/josh_peck_and_olivia_thirlby_the_wackness_movie_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236246686040652882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Josh Peck and Olivia Thirlby</span><br /></div>The movie gets its title when Thirlby's character tells Peck: "You know what your problem is? You focus on the wackness, while I focus on the dopeness." I have found this saying to be very useful....<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Pineapple Express</span> is from the guys who did <span style="font-style: italic;">Superbad</span>, and has some similar cringeworthy performances, which elicited many laughs. I recommend them both for mindless summer entertainment- they're not going to blow any minds.<br /><br />-Not blowing any minds either is the new production of Brideshead Revisited. ZZZZZZZ. Don't go to a late show! Too bad they had to make the homosexual character into a complete fop, but it was beautiful to look at.... when I could keep my eyes open. Funny, I assumed that most of the people in the audience were Batman rejects, but only four people out of a full theater walked out!<br /><br />-Mamma Mia was a lot of fun; most people will probably hate it, but to them I say: Go watch the Olympics or something. Wait, are we allowed to write that word if we don't own the copyright? <a href="http://www.joemygod.blogspot.com/">Joemygod </a>wrote about a <a href="http://haloscan.com/tb/joemygod/2543234891101280362">silly dispute </a>the Olympic people insisted on having with a Bear club who also use that word (the horror!). Basically, this guy is not allowed to utter the word "Olympic" because some organization owns it, even though:<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">I was born on a small logging town on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State at Olympic Memorial Hospital. My family and I enjoyed spending vacations at Olympic National Park, where our favorite spot was the Olympic Hot Springs. I was able to finish high school one year early due to credits earned through Olympic Community College in Bremerton. I then attended college in Olympia, the capital of Washington State since 1889, where I belonged to a club that spent weekends hiking in the Olympic Mountains. I earned my way through college by working at the Olympic Boat Center, knowing more about boats than cars due to my upbringing in this Olympic environment. Upon graduation, I moved to the community of Bellingham, where I lived on Olympic Drive, until I moved near Seattle, where I enjoy having guests stay at its premier hotel, the Olympic Four Seasons.<br /><br /></span>I'm not even sure if it's legal to complain about the damn Olympics... give me a song and dance any day, friends.<br /><br />-In other news, Happy Birthday to 220-CARO! I hope you're enjoying the loveliness of Portland, Maine! <br /><br />-With two weeks left in the summer, make sure you get all those things on your lists completed, even if you have to make like <a href="http://www.iambossy.com/">Bossy </a>and do it in a rush.Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-41349491373050558332008-06-25T08:47:00.000-07:002008-06-25T09:03:52.507-07:00Let me hear you say oooooh oooh oooooh ooohSometimes these songs just pop into your head, and if you're anything like me, it takes about 145 listens on youtube, or until IT cuts me off, to get it out of there. You gotta remember this one, it's from the year 2000. I remember being in the living room of SPREAD THE LOVE and dancing to this jam with my girls Serious and Kittens. It's the same living room where a big group of us watch that year's election get stolen. And the same place we experienced tons of silliness, like using a typewriter to record the goings-on and conversations, which was mario. <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhZEkWHove4&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhZEkWHove4&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I think I'll tell more about SPREAD THE LOVE when I get a chance. For right now, let me hear you say oooh oooh oooh oooh.Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-77428152343222750122008-05-12T06:33:00.000-07:002008-05-12T08:35:51.326-07:00Murga p'aqui, murga p'allaI was over at Vane and Sandi's on Saturday after a *lovely* brunch date, lounging on the roof. Our original plan to sunbathe was derailed by uncooperative weather (we could use a trema on that now, couldn't we?) but Vane adapted to the situation by making some margaritas and putting on some of her fabulous music collection. "La murga" by Hector Colon and Willie Colon came on, which I hadn't heard in a while. Hearing it this weekend finally gave me the impetus to look up the word 'murga' and find out more about the style. But first, "La murga de Panama," without Hector Lavoe but with Colon singing himself. Look at all those trombones! No wonder I like salsa like this so much. <br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sfmg6g4d_0M&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sfmg6g4d_0M&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I had first heard of <i> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murga">la murga</a> </i> while in Buenos Aires in 2001. I saw some young men beating drums and practicing this jumpy dance in the parks in the Constitucion neighborhood, where our little apartment was. Walking around was my favorite activity, and I covered tons of ground there, which was good because I couldn't eat enough of the <i> queso y cebolla empanadas </i> and <i> churrasco </i> . Once I asked a well-dressed older man what the guys were doing, because it was so peculiar, and he told me something to the effect of 'being unproductive and not working.' It was beautiful to watch these guys practice their jumps and leaps, somewhat reminiscent of capoeira. Indeed, <a href="http://www.pascaleyluis.com/article46.html">sources</a> say that it evolved from African slaves, much like capoeira in Brasil. It was then developed by lower class Spanish and Italian immigrants, much like the tango (originally danced between men, btw), and then, like tango, was coopted (trema anyone?) by the upper classes. <br /><br />In subsequent conversations-- one with a taxi driver after seeing another group of guys practicing in a poorer neighborhood near Ezeiza-- I learned that <i> la murga </i> was being used by groups of young people who were resisting the neoliberal policies begun by the military dictatorship in the late 70's and continued to that day that made cans of soda cost $2 while teachers made $200 a month. [I was in Bs.As. in early 2001, months before the economy tanked and during the pegamiento, when the peso was pegged to the dollar. In those days, Buenos Aires was one of the world's most expensive cities.)<br /><br />In some of the videos on youtube of murgueros you can see the banners of HIJOS, a group of children of the desaparecidos, and some take place during the Thursday protests of the Madres de la Plaza de Mayo, whose children, grandchildren, and relatives were disappeared by the military dictatorship. In any case, la murga has been used in those sorts of public protest, and according to the interwebs, is practiced both in Uruguay and Argentina as a sort of popular street performance during Carnaval. I never saw any murga with the elaborate costumes you'll see in the clip below, but the drumming and kicking is exactly as I remember them. Makes me want to dance! I wonder if there is a murga group in the NY area? [This clip is long, but the first few minutes give you a great idea of the dance]<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS7UPQIc6Ok&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS7UPQIc6Ok&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-85611827749057728122008-05-09T08:05:00.000-07:002008-05-09T08:34:32.254-07:00The Conservation of Natural Resources in the United StatesI try to do well by the environment. It's the only one we have! My roommates are impressive recyclers and I'm with them, and I am a big fan of reducing and reusing as well. Usually in the form of arts n crafts or regifting, but really, I care. <br /><br />As far as conserving natural resources in this country, we have a typical capitalist accumulation point of view, in which we consider our resources to be unlimited and only there for our use. The problem with this point of view is that many of our resources are finite; they're not constantly regenerating. In addition to looking for renewable resources, like wind or sun, we need to do a much better job of conserving what we have. <br /><br />Which brings me to Micheal Jackson. Why couldn't we have done a better job conserving <i> this </i> natural resource? Why was he allowed to fall into such a state? Why didn't our government intervene to save such a powerhouse of a resource? Just look at this guy, with his pink hat and beautiful voice. Wha happen?<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ro_Xn7AOug&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ro_Xn7AOug&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Here's the full song if you want to listen to it on a loop like I'm doing this rainy morning, sans pink hat, avec good drumming:<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqXIR3pqU8w&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqXIR3pqU8w&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-2800424454863041702008-05-02T13:47:00.000-07:002008-05-02T15:09:18.965-07:00Oh, Ellen...Yesterday was an exciting day for this large parrot- I met a woman who I loved watching perform during the 90s, when I was in High School and definitely watching myself a lot of Saturday Night Live. Funny, because recently there was a Chris Farley Celebration Show on the tv when I came home one night and at the end I saw her and shrieked: "Ellen Cleghorne! She was my favorite!" You may not remember her, but I loved watching Zoraida the NBC Page who would harass the guests and Afrocentric Queen Sheniqua, with her big hair wraps. <br /><br />My friend Sandi invited to be on a panel to offer criticism to undergrad NYU Performance majors, but I had to be late due to extenuating lunch circumstances with some out-of-town friends... which booted me off the panel, but I managed to sneak in and enjoy the performances. First, the students were great, and let's just say I wasn't expecting it to be that good. They all had their theory down and did a good job explaining themselves. Secondly, after the performance was over I was chatting with Ellen and this hot shit lesbian named Karen who was also on the panel, and I told her that she looked like Ellen Cleghorne from SNL. "That is me" she said, and of course I said "No, it's not" and proceeded to argue with her for a few minutes about it, until Karen reminded me that her name <i> was </i> Ellen and she did <i> look like her. </i> <br /><br />In any case, I calmed down and tried to be cool, which meant I had to forgo telling her she was my favorite, but as Whitney says, it's not right but it's okay. We ended up going to dinner and having a lovely time. That woman is still a riot and it was so much fun to hang out with someone who I had admired for so long, especially during a time when I really was developing my own sense of humor.<br /><br />This clip sucks, but it's the only one I could really find on youtube. Stop it after :32. Who you gettin loud with?<br /> <br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KPSgEYLLrAI&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KPSgEYLLrAI&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-89849420967038641442008-04-17T08:23:00.000-07:002008-12-10T23:53:02.167-08:00Life is full of tough decisions.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_cYDR0ywjv3eDDEShgpistEDL-NI8UGhLVDoCub_qxPBTaPuX7TfAWtPU6TNv_9oInrnU6KE3dgfb7LWJ53nxvFrtS5lydJBl_UsxSwGmULi4QH0To9OMOrfI4h9aaW3nB8fKJi1-1U/s1600-h/shakira+vs+julieta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_cYDR0ywjv3eDDEShgpistEDL-NI8UGhLVDoCub_qxPBTaPuX7TfAWtPU6TNv_9oInrnU6KE3dgfb7LWJ53nxvFrtS5lydJBl_UsxSwGmULi4QH0To9OMOrfI4h9aaW3nB8fKJi1-1U/s320/shakira+vs+julieta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190235622698934354" /></a><br />Internet showdown:<br /><a href="http://holamun2.com/news/versus-shakira-vs-julieta-venegas/">Shakira vs. Julieta Venegas</a><br />It's a tough call, but everyone comes down on one side of this, I'm sure.Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-32414203219994229432008-04-15T08:35:00.000-07:002008-12-10T23:53:02.494-08:00Did you know?That I haven't been on a plane since 2006? That is crazy talk to me. I'm used to going all over the place, as when I lived in Chicago I went to visit my friend in St. Petersburg FLA twice a year and went to see my family every two months or so. Since moving back to the mass of humanity on the East Coast, now I take a wicked bus/train combo that takes about seven hours (incidentally about the same amount of time it took to fly from Chicago to PVD and then drive home) but <i> can be done at the drop of a hat, at any time of day, with no planning. </i> Plus, it costs like $45 roundtrip. On weekends when I'm broke in New York, it's a great idea to get out of here, because I don't think I've ever spent a weekend here when I've spent that little. So I often do go visit my brothers and parents and dog, but do so these days without air travel. <br /><br />Oh wait! Here's that dog!<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0VmAngG6xARKdfyNan2Yxp3J7gckPZXYPwCaBjaCFdx7F-5Vi41qAC1NaPbCyIlpBYLejg8qBetngigKVVtZrUw8DEETthXT_PrkVsvPCp_3wNTt5OVqbAnSDYj4HE4IVzutZPnmSBA/s1600-h/lucy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0VmAngG6xARKdfyNan2Yxp3J7gckPZXYPwCaBjaCFdx7F-5Vi41qAC1NaPbCyIlpBYLejg8qBetngigKVVtZrUw8DEETthXT_PrkVsvPCp_3wNTt5OVqbAnSDYj4HE4IVzutZPnmSBA/s320/lucy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189500388722368578" /></a><br /><br />Astute readers will remember that I <i> did indeed </i> leave the country last year, on a lovely trip to Nova Scotia with Caitlin, but we drove. <br /><br />This is all to say, I <b> need </b> to go somewhere. Both the Federal and NY governments are telling me they're giving me some money back in taxes, and with the Thief-in-Chiefs promise to stimulate the economy, I am going to be able to afford to leave the country on a plane this year! Now I'm entertaining ideas... I'd love to go to see friends in Honduras and Guatemala, which is always a great trip (and Nicaragua is right there...); but I also owe Crystals a trip to Buenos Aires, as well as Tariki a trip to Kingston. The one problem is that I've been to all these places before... which really isn't a problem at all! I can go visit new things in all of these places. I do feel particularly pulled to Latin America right now... and it could be listening to this song on repeat, which I discovered through my girl Julieta Venegas. It's "Sin Documentos" by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Rodr%C3%ADguez">Los Rodriguez</a>. <br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BM12OLCpCYY&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BM12OLCpCYY&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Here's Julieta's live version:<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWCqdMBDZ-U&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWCqdMBDZ-U&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Ai ai ai Viva Mexico cabrones!Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-12555101045454086242008-04-10T13:43:00.001-07:002008-12-10T23:53:02.742-08:00ThanksThanks to everyone who sent on birthday wishes via email, comments, mail, and coming to my party. I really appreciate everyone's wishes and I had a great time seeing and hearing from everyone. You made me feel really loved. <br /><br />In other news, the weather here in New York has gotten so nice! It's 70 degrees out right now and very sunny. It makes one's mood elevate. Today I went with <a href="http://bridgetsweetin.blogspot.com/">my new favorite person</a> and another coworker. It was so nice to be outside and people watch along Broadway. <br /><br />Time to go for a run along the Hudson. Maybe, because it's later in the day, some of the red-tailed hawks will be out. Last time I ran up there I saw some <a href="http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Common_Merganser.html">common mergansers</a>, which are beautiful and quite different from the more common mallard ducks. (Now that I'm writing this, I need to say my (luddite conservationist) brother Joao would not like me saying this, as I'm not an expert, so we really can't be sure.) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5Jy9YwvdU2SuOjf-F4vbgTwbOkpdVw470jtutlX5jedOWTVMPMJ4mv0dExe_uj9HfQJwOt50UYcDjMtE8LCrT_qbpxMPK0khom6NVOYTcr7dqelCaUFAptrWHliTKTcTDQQsyOkPTPU/s1600-h/common+merg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5Jy9YwvdU2SuOjf-F4vbgTwbOkpdVw470jtutlX5jedOWTVMPMJ4mv0dExe_uj9HfQJwOt50UYcDjMtE8LCrT_qbpxMPK0khom6NVOYTcr7dqelCaUFAptrWHliTKTcTDQQsyOkPTPU/s320/common+merg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187726684335721042" /></a>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-18046861988832806292008-04-07T12:40:00.000-07:002008-04-07T12:41:21.133-07:00IKR!IKR = I know right!?<br /><br />Use liberally. Let's get this ingrained in everyone's mind. 4realtho!Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-60233680838290411912008-04-07T12:31:00.000-07:002008-04-07T12:32:47.356-07:00Expect NothingThis is a poem that Stella originally turned me onto in High School, and as it turns out, I think of it often. <br /><br />Expect Nothing<br />Alice Walker<br /><br /> Expect nothing. Live frugally<br />On surprise.<br />become a stranger<br />To need of pity<br />Or, if compassion be freely<br />Given out<br />Take only enough<br />Stop short of urge to plead<br />Then purge away the need.<br /><br />Wish for nothing larger<br />Than your own small heart<br />Or greater than a star;<br />Tame wild disappointment<br />With caress unmoved and cold<br />Make of it a parka<br />For your soul.<br /><br />Discover the reason why<br />So tiny human midget<br />Exists at all<br />So scared unwise<br />But expect nothing. Live frugally<br />On surprise.Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-32958462762622864622008-04-04T07:38:00.000-07:002008-04-04T08:25:17.236-07:00Sapo VerdeOh hai. Today's mah birthday! I'm entering my mid-late twenties, and I'm thrilled. My life just gets easier as I get older. We kicked off the day with a call <i> at the stroke of midnight </i> with my friend Adela calling from Lima to wish me a happy birthday. Good timing Adela! We had a great chat about her travels in the Southern Cone and in Peru, and her future plans to farm in Northern California. Talking about farming made me miss my days on my friend Anne's farm, which was transitioning to organic at the time. While I don't have the greenest thumb, I learned a lot from Anne and ate very, very well. Muffin sent me to bed with a hug, and I slept rilly rilly well. <br /><br />I'm looking forward to hanging out tonight with a bunch of friends and having a great time. PS- my crush called me last night...<br /><br />Here's the Stevie Wonder version of Happy Birthday for you. When I worked in public housing in Chicago, whenever we had a birthday party we always sang this right after singing the "other" version. Clap it out. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwkSY3kP82c&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwkSY3kP82c&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540429208600351284.post-53864220713052475302008-04-02T13:52:00.000-07:002008-04-02T13:55:14.021-07:00Oil CompaniesYou may or may not be interested in my point of view on oil companies and their CEOs reaping record profits while people on the ground are paying record prices. My first reaction is: Where do these people learn to be so avaricious? My second reaction is best said by the Queen of Hearts: OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!Papagayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023009638473472571noreply@blogger.com0