Thursday, November 30, 2006

Adver-tease


Is it wrong how much I seem to like the old navy and gap christmas songs? Or all their other commercials?





I think so. The problem is it's not just the latest comercials. Many of my friends will remember my short obsessions with the gap comercial that had "Jasmine on my mind" playing in the back ground. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2SGIZBnAKA I could have watched that commercial for days!


Do I buy anything at gap or old navy? Not really. Do I appreciate their forcing mainstream artists to create such catchy toons, or tricking actors into dancing like fools, or paying models to lipsing? You bet ya I do!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

KICK!



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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

History always repeats itself!


This was the question:
Who created the stigma that hairy + man = manly and sexy?I mean it's obvious hairy + women = unsexy, but whoever says men with hair all over them is sexy?I mean sure, you are good to have around in the winter time, but how else are you useful?

This was the obvious answer!:

How else are we useful! First of all I have exclusive hairy man rights to my body type. I mean how many guys can claim the manliness of a hairy body perfectly proportioned? I have the legs of a tiger! The arms of a bear! The chest of an eagle! And the back of a dolphin! I'm like a freakin' superhero!


So, yes we are warm in the wintertime, that's true. We are also always in fashion. How so, you ask? Hairless men are forever that, hairless. We hairy men have 'options'. If I want to be less hairy today than I was yesterday it would only take a simple set of clippers. Non-hairies are forever stuck looking like they have the body of a 13-year-old. Now you may think, "why would anyone want to be hairy?" Have you ever heard of fashion repeating itself? I'm telling you the days of the Tom Selleck chest are coming back. You may not want to believe me, but you know in your heart it will happen.


Next, if you think running your fingers through the hair on a man's head is sexy then you will be tingling with delight at running your fingers through the hair of a man's ENTIRE body! Oh my!


Lastly, most girls are hairy too. They spend all this time shaving and waxing and trimming, but they still feel self-conscience about being hairy. Now if you have a man who has less body hair than you... well, I don't know about you, but I'd have some self esteem issues. However, if your man was always hairier than you no matter how long you waited between waxings you'd never feel bad about your body. You'd get out of the shower, after deciding not to shave your legs that day, look at your man’s hairy naked body and step legs out of the shower with pride!


So, don't knock the hairy man. He is the foundation of our society.

Music Pic Of The Week - Camera Obscura


Ya, their from Glaslow, Scotland. Ya, they've been around for a while. Ya, they are a bit on the country side. However, they have enough ingenuity and pop that I felt they need to be put on my pick of the week. Their new album is great even if they did loose their male singer, eliminating the back and forth ballets. Take a listen to "If looks could kill".

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Freckles Are The New Diamonds!




Come out of the shadows! I hate it that you stay in the shadows. I hate that you can conceal yourself in this way. Why do we play these games? Why do we work this way? You see me. I see you. You think you know me. I think I know you. Now remove the vale.
What if you knew your own power? What if you understood what few others do? What if you decided to choose a life demure? What if you chose to live the life less than who you were? What could possibly motivate this type of action in a person? What is so great that a person would give up his own ability? It would first of all have to be something greater than himself. Could that be another? How can another person be greater than one’s self? Any human has the ability to be greater than another at one time or another. So would he be willing to live this life less lived for a human whom only at times was greater than he? Seems foolish. No, it could not be a reason, or a motivation, or a drive with in another. That would not last long. Only one thing could cause this man to live a life lesser… God. Nothing else can work. No one else can motivate him to give up the reward of his own abilities. Nothing is greater than the reward of his own abilities than the reward that is unaccomplished by his own abilities. The only things out a true man’s reach are the things held in God’s hands. So he sheds off his former life and does not turn around to what his self could have possibly brought him, for it can not compare to that in the hand that is reaching out for him.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Here Is A Page From My Old Book



Today, in an effort to move a dump truck load of dirt by shovel and wheelbarrow, I tore the sole off my shoe. Instantly a horrible childhood memory, I had seemingly forgotten, rushed back to me. It was a muggy morning in May 1988. I awoke with anger to the sound of my father's knock, beckoning me to another hated day at school. Two weeks earlier my shorts had torn at the mid-seams in a horrible jungle jim mishap. I thought I would never hear the end of the jokes and ridicule by my dear Pinelock Elementary buddies. If only I knew what this morning was to bring I would have run away the night before, but few eight year olds have the ability to foretell the future. Getting out of bed I slumped my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready. In our bathroom was a large fan nailed against the window, my only relief in an airconditionless home. Putting my face up against it I began to practice my best, "LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER!" routine, to the endless praise and elation of my own mind. After dressing myself, paying close attention to any potential wardrobe malfunctions, I went to the breakfast table for yet another cheerios covered in honey breakfast. Before I could finish it was time to go. I ran to my room and put on my sneaks. As I ran back to the door the sole of my fragile payless shoe caught on a step, tearing it loose. Shocked and horrified I announced that I was not able to go to school today! My father walked up to me, looked down, and said in a strong heroic voice, "Don’t worry son! I can fix this!" As my father walked away I was instantly happy, for in my mind I thought for sure this meant a quick stop by the shoe store for a new pair. Oh, was I ever so wrong. Two seconds later he reappeared with a roll of duct tape. "Duct tape?" I thought, "why does he have duct tape?" To my horror he took my shoe and its sole, wrapped the duct tape around them both about ten times and triumphantly handed his creation back to me. Noticing my look of confusion he said, "Go ahead. Put it on." The next thing I knew I was doing my best to explain to the kids in my class why having duct tape on your shoe was something all the cool kids were doing. I don’t think they bought it. As my memory faded and 2005 reappeared, I looked down at my soleless shoe and surprisingly thought, "Duct tape!"

Saturday, November 11, 2006

The Music Pic of the Week - We Are Phoenix!


Four Parisian boys with brotherly love, set out for Berlin last summer, settling down at Planet Roc studios, in former East Germany, without a single song written but determined to write, record and produce their third album themselves with no outside participation and no compromises. http://www.myspace.com/wearephoenix

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


Nothing can truely be learned until you understand fear.


Nothing can be completely understood until you understand fear.

We've all been given different faces. Some serious. Some beautiful. Some silly. Some Happy. Some dark. Some pale. Some sad... Does this have a large effect on who we are or as others see us?

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

My Pick Of The Week


Morning Kills the Dark pretty much tells the story of the last year or so of our lives. Kala's and mine, that is. It's the two of us and our best friend Richard that are the heart of Biirdie. Together and apart we pieced together the album from recording sessions from at least six different locations that include Mike Andrews' Glendale home, Travis Huff's Los Feliz backyard studio, Richard and his mom's Jacksonville, Florida, home, Kala's brother Fred's Hollywood Hills home and our West Hollywood apartment when our lousy neighbors weren't around. http://www.flyawaybiirdie.com/

Monday, November 06, 2006



Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors!

Sunday, November 05, 2006



I went all the way to Honduras to loose a necklace that had a soul encapsuled within it.

My words are me desperately clinging to the debry of a once proud ship in a vast ocean.

The peace of the breeze through the leafs, the songs of the birds, broken by the sirens of reality.

"you're a confusing person, Martin. A paradox that only you partly understand"

Friday, November 03, 2006

The Challenging Ghost.


Do you think you can challenge me? That's all I want. All I want is for someone to challange me on a daily basis, but eveyone falls short. I love teaching, but hate having to live my work. I'm not saying I'm better, or smarter, or prettier. ;) What I am saying is... Bring it on! But no one ever does. :(