Thursday, October 26, 2006

I'm freaking out, man.

Do you like it when I put up completely bitchin' pics from one of the most holy of films to attract your attention, and then wildly 180 from what seems was the visually intended subject matter? I've got to get you to read somehow, don't I?

So yeah, just musing boys like Mexico?


Some things from some of my favorite blogs and webaddictions this week:

From Mr. Hallis, it's one of the things that makes Japan rock so hard.

I don't know why I read this, because it's usually lameass, but Vice Magazine's Dos and Don'ts railed this chick as a Don't, and they are obviously smoking the crystal meth.

Craig! Finally! Has! A! BLOG! I love Craig. Craig is an artist, and he rules. Give him some sugar.

Finally, someone says what's real about this Moss/Doherty mess.

My old employer clued me in to these organic bouquets that help support various nonprofits working for social justice and the environment.

I love this pic.


The talk about Barack Obama running for President. I like to think I never do this. Don't believe the hype, as the kiddies from my teendom said. But I am believing. I haven't been excited about some one I know close to zero about in quite some time. Just the fact he admits to past drug use makes me just go to gush inside because of a pol being honest. He's young, hopeful, and black. Shall I dare hope in this America?


Well, DUH. Business must go on as usual, no?


Heaven is Bakesale Betty in my hood. Alison and Michael are two of the best things about living where I do, for real yo. Alison ruined me for peaches by giving me one of her personal Frog Hollow peaches she uses for peach pie once long ago. I can't even think about eating another type of peach now. Oh god, and here I am thinking about Bakesale Betty peach pie now. The best peach pie, next to my dad's, hands down. Did I mention they do everything in season too, and that their fried chicken sandwich will make you weep with joy? Everything they do is of the highest quality, and they are all about the Temescal community. And hello, I almost forgot -- lemon bars!

Speaking of lemon bars: T-zone, come back to the Oaktown. The lemon bars miss you. I miss the T-zone. I haven't been to Goodwill in forevah, yo. Can't you clean your chi and touch your toes with the small of your back in Oaktown?


Blogger knaakwood said...

spare me my life!
I want to die in anonymity
spare me my life!
I want to live a non-entity

No, not really!

Thanks for the kudos, O' Great Nation of Ammie.

October 27, 2006 at 5:49:00 AM PDT  
Blogger saudade said...

I like this better:

Sing your life
Any fool can think of words that rhyme
Many others do
Why dont you ?
Do you want to ?
Sing your life
Walk right up to the microphone
And name
All the things you love
All the things that you loathe

Oh, sing your life
The things that you love
And the things you loathe
Oh, sing your life
Oh, sing your life

Others sang your life
But now is a chance to shine
And have the pleasure of
Saying what you mean
Have the pleasure of
Meaning what you sing
Oh, make no mistake my friend
All of this will end
So sing it now (sing your life)
All the things you love (sing your life)
All the things you loathe
Oh, sing your life
The things that you love
And the things you loathe (sing your life)

Dont leave it all unsaid
Somewhere in the wasteland of your head, oh
Head, oh, head, oh, head, oh
And make no mistake, my friend
Your pointless life will end
But before you go
Can you look at the truth ?
You have a lovely singing voice
A lovely singing voice
And all of those
Who sing on-key
They stole the notion
From you and me
So, sing your life (sing your life)
Sing your life (sing your life)
Oh, sing your oh...
Oh, sing your
Sing your life

October 27, 2006 at 12:55:00 PM PDT  
Blogger knaakwood said...

Yes, I admit- this is much better than my pitiful rhyme!
(though did you notice the reference to the exercise video?)
of course you did.
ha- I am almost clever!
but not clever enough, Sherlock Holmes.
(but I CAN sing in key)

October 27, 2006 at 3:00:00 PM PDT  
Blogger saudade said...

Your rhyme was anything but pitiful! Your rhyme and our previous talk of blogging just made me think of this song. Isn't that what blogging is, singing our lives? Meaning what you sing?

Bleh, I sound like some 16 year old emo girl. I haven't used Morrissey as a metaphor for anything in life since I was a 16 year old goth girl.

Lucky you, singing on key. I need a bucket to carry my tune.

October 27, 2006 at 6:56:00 PM PDT  
Blogger knaakwood said...

yes- and in fact it makes so much sense for some reason. Singing, pooing, purging, barfing, expression- could it be that singing and music is nothing more than melodious poop?

Yes, indeed- watch out world, I'm gonna puke!

October 28, 2006 at 7:51:00 PM PDT  

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