Friday, January 29, 2010

SORRRRRY.

I've been off the blog this week, so my apologies for the lack of postings. Lots was going on with work, listening to Obammy talk about what he is going to do, eating dinner with my sister, starting my new volunteer teaching artist gig with some kids (turbo fun), auditions, a workshop, and almost decapitating myself with a giant bolt of fabric when I was trying to put it away on a shelf. Thank the lawdsy no one was in the room with me because I would have been humiliated. And, it would have been extra humiliating because the person most likely to be in that room with me is not a lady I'd want to humiliate myself in front of. Got it?

I have been beyond tickled with the resurgence of Pee Wee. Here is another video that I stumbled upon:


As I sit here in bed on a Saturday morning watching this, I can't help but feel totally devasted that I do not have my complete DVD set of Pee Wee's Playhouse here with me. I would really like to watch the fruit salad episode right now, or perhaps the giant underpants.



They just NEVER GET OLD.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

MY MOM IS A GENIUS.

The book about the bats and losing teeth was called Loose Tooth!

My Mom remembered! She wins the prize!

LOST IT.

My cousin just lost his first tooth.


I think this is too cute for school. I remember how pumped I was when I lost my first tooth because it took mine FOREVER to come out.


If you didn't know that clip was from The Sandlot then I can't be friends with you.

Sorry.

I'm more sorry for you that you don't know anything and everything about The Sandlot.

Moving on. For some reason, I didn't lose my first tooth until the second grade or something and it kind of made me feel a little losery. In my kindergarten class, my teacher (who was probably one of the best teachers I ever had - Mrs. Jones - she had a bathtub in the classroom that was The Reading Tub and you had to read books if you sat in it. She also played the piano and sang to us every day and she also used to let me get up in front of the class and just tell stories to everyone) had a chart up on the wall and when you lost a tooth you got to put a star on it next to your name. Well, although I was a natural "star" there was nothing shining next to my name. Talk about extreme sadness.

My Mom bought me books about folks who are just on a little bit of a different track to make me feel better. One of my all time favorites was Leo The Late Bloomer.


It's a classic.

There was also one about a little bat or something who didn't lose his first tooth for a really long time? I can't remember the name of it and it is driving me, well, batty. Ha! Oh me! Any hints would be much appreciated.

I had to go to the dentist's to have an x-ray done to make sure that I actually had big girl teeth. To everyone's relief, they were there, they were just taking their sweet time. Eventually, I did start losing my teeth and then of course my front tooth came out and then took forever to grow back in. This is also when I had a perm and decided it would be a good idea to comb it, so I basically looked like a completely cracked out witch child that got cut from the final rounds of callbacks from Hocus Pocus.


Since it took my teeth so long to fall out in the first place, does that mean they won't fall out until I'm dead so I won't ever have to wear dentures?

I hope so.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

TOO MANY GOOD THINGS.

Not only did my roomie wake me up and get me a ticket to see CAROLE KING AND JAMES TAYLOR LIVE but I also woke up to this, which is, AMAZEBALLS.


Pee Wee is my all time favorite. It hurts my soul that I can't see him live in L.A. right now.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, January 22, 2010

IT'S FRIDAY.

GOOD MORNING MY LITTLE NUGGETS!

In case you haven't noticed, it is Friday. I am very happy that it is Friday.

This weekend I will be visiting some good friends, possibly watching some figure skating, and doing a lot of organizing. I lurv me some good organizing.

The main reason why I am so excited about this weekend is because tickets are finally going on sale for the reunion tour of two of my musical idols:


That's right, folks. Carole King and James Taylor will be hitting a city near you and, if you miss it, you might as well be dead. I have seen James live and he was beyond some kind of wonderful (did you catch my Carole song reference there? didja?) but I have never seen Carole. I have loved that woman since the beginning of time and I know it sounds ridiculous coming from someone who was born in the 1980's, but work with me here. I listened to Tapestry and her Live at Carnegie Hall album incessantly growing up and I haven't ever stopped. P.S. If you don't have the Carnegie Hall album, you MUST get it because there is a stupendous surprise medley she does with James Taylor. OH TO HAVE BEEN THERE. OH OH OH.

Word of warning: if I don't get a ticket to this show, we might have a big problemo.

In other news, my favorite mogul, Diddy, is throwing a super sweet 16 party for his son and I would really like to be invited. Apparently, Diddy will be performing with his band "Diddy-Dirty Money." Now, if that isn't an amazeballs band name, I don't know what is.

AMAZEBALLS. IT'S MY NEW FAVORITE WORD.

And, for good measure, some of my favorite Diddy photos:

What? Are you saying I'm amazeballs? Say it again!

Don't be a fool and stay in school. Yearbook 1992.

No comment.

Diddy is a Doctah.

Diddy Ring of Fiyah.

Diddy is a Star, but you can't walk all over him.

Keep your bitchassness in the back where Diddy likes it.

Hello? Is this Snack Services? I would like a Diddylicious Dip'n'Dots delivered to me, pulheaze."

Everyone deserves a little Diddy in their day.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

WALKED BY A HOMELESS GUY TODAY HOLDING THIS SIGN.

"Tiger Woods is the biggest slut."

Loved it.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

A TEXT FROM THE ROOMIE.

"P.S. I just saw an old man pimping in a classic black convertible...blasting Criminal by Fiona Apple."

God bless New York.

Monday, January 18, 2010

I LOVE THE GENERAL.



Please read more about The Gen here.

IT IS DAY 3...

THAT WE DO NOT HAVE HOT WATER IN OUR APARTMENT.

I AM NOT AMUSED.

I HAVE FILED A COMPLAINT WITH 311.

AGAIN. I AM NOT AMUSED.

RBAOROIFOSHG9219#%!(1**(!%&!#(%&!*%&UWHFAKHG13!$!(*&$*#@^%

I CAN'T GO FOR THAT.




Ok. Enough of that.

I had a slammin' weekend complete with a stellar Rooftops show that was probably our best (and most important) yet. More on that to come, but here is just one visual:

The venue was the jump off. It was too cute for school and was the most perfect place for us. We can't wait to play there again, and we will soon!

I'm off to work (yes, I'm working for 5 hours on MLK day) where I will be sorting fabrics for a famous lady who designs very, very pretty dresses.

I think you should all listen to Mumford & Sons. I am all sorts of into them right now.

XOXO.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

When I first watched this I got a little worried that her ta-tas were coming out of her dress, but I was relieved when I realized they weren't. But, she is indeed rockin' a very close call here in the boobay department. And she is sweaty. But that could just be because she's feeling her feelings. Regardless, I freaking love her, and there is always so much in her voice that it makes me want to cry.

ODE TO MAINE.

This gave me the giggles.





Monday, January 11, 2010

PRAYERS FOR LIZA.

My girl is having surgery on her knee. Please pray that afterwards she will still be able to kick, and stretch, and kick.

P.S. Who knew people magazine online had a "Health" section??


Liza Minnelli to Have Knee-Replacement Surgery

Sunday January 10, 2010 04:10 PM EST

Liza Minnelli is planning to undergo knee-replacement surgery in the next week in a New York hospital and will be unable to attend the Grammy Awards on Jan. 31, her rep tells PEOPLE.

"Minnelli, who has been dancing on stage since she was a teenager, is 63," the rep says. "She is expected to make a full recovery."

The legendary entertainer's album Liza's at the Palace, the original cast recording from her Tony-winning Broadway engagement, is nominated for best traditional pop vocal album. A DVD of the show is out Feb. 2.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

RAD TATS.

There is nothing quite like looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing a fake tattoo of Troy from High School Musical on your left upper boob
and the High School Musical logo on your right forearm

and realizing you have to scrub them off in the shower because you are starting a new job the next day.

Apparently High School Musical isn't "appropriate for work."

But it means you had a really good weekend. I need to start putting fake tattoos on more often.
Do they make Friday Night Lights faux tats??!?!??!!? Tim Riggins #33 faux tat??? I would die.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

I SAID HOW YOU ALL DOING. AKA: SET YOUR TIVO.

Message to The Sister: If you can DVR this, please do.


Everyone should watch this. Sam Cooke is one of my most favorite artists of all time. For absolute realz.


TV review: 'Sam Cooke: Crossing Over'

Sam Cooke: Crossing Over "American Masters." 10 p.m. Monday on KQED, with encore broadcasts.

Mill Valley filmmaker John Antonelli originally planned to watch the nationwide broadcast of his documentary, "Sam Cooke: Crossing Over," at Chicago's Regal Theater, where Cooke himself reigned over hometown crowds in ecstatic performances more than 45 years ago. But then the long arm of Cooke's manager, Allen Klein, snaked out of the grave.

A threatening letter from attorneys representing Klein's management firm scotched that prospect, as it did another planned event closer to home by the Mill Valley Film Festival. Antonelli may wind up watching the show, which airs at 10 p.m. Monday on KQED-TV, at home with his girlfriend and a bottle of Champagne.

Klein, who died last year of Alzheimer's disease at age 77, was a jealous, fierce guardian of the Cooke estate. The New York accountant and business manager was known for an aggressive style that contributed to the breakup of the Beatles after he signed to represent three of the four band members. His steadfast opposition to Antonelli's entirely laudatory, almost deliberately noncontroversial hourlong accolade to the great soul singer is the reason the project took more than 12 years to complete. This film, narrated by Danny Glover, has been so long in production that many of the featured interview subjects are no longer alive: James Brown, Lou Rawls, Jerry Wexler, Billy Preston.

At first, Antonelli approached Klein, after reading the 1995 Daniel Wolff biography, "You Send Me," and the veteran documentarian headed out to shoot some sample interviews with Klein's blessing. Then there came the phone message. "Allen changed his mind," said Antonelli, sitting in the captain's cabin of his Sausalito houseboat office, world headquarters of his Mill Valley Film Group.

Antonelli said he hit the low point sometime shortly after that when he and a film crew spent an afternoon in a Detroit restaurant waiting for Aretha Franklin, who never showed. "That was super-depressing," he said.

He was at the wedding of fellow filmmaker Chann Berry, who ended up producer on the Cooke film, when the bride in full regalia told him that Cooke's family, friends of hers since elementary school, had agreed to an interview. "I knew she grew up in Chicago," Antonelli said, "but I had no idea she had any connection with the Cookes."

Many subjects wouldn't talk

Even then, although Cooke's sister, Agnes, since deceased, and brother Charles did sit for interviews, his other brother, L.C., declined. All through the doggedly determined production, Antonelli found subjects unwilling to talk because of pressure from Klein. Also among the unwilling was Cooke biographer Peter Guralnick, who wrote a Klein-sanctioned 2003 VH-1 cable TV documentary on Cooke.

Klein could have stopped any film with his control of Cooke's music publishing except for a statutory exemption for public television that grants compulsory licenses to educational broadcasts. Consequently, there will be no home video version of "Sam Cooke: Crossing Over." If you're interested, make a point of catching it Monday or on any of the encore broadcasts - it's well worth seeing. Cooke was his era's most charismatic vocalist. Best known for his sweetly warbled 1957 No. 1 hit, "You Send Me," Cooke stayed on the charts throughout the remainder of his too-short, brilliant seven-year career. No less an authority than Jerry Wexler, producer of Ray Charles and Franklin, always called Cooke the greatest vocalist of his generation.

Heartthrob to vital artist

Antonelli follows handsome, talented Cooke from his beginnings as a heartthrob in the gospel world with, first, the Highway QC's and, eventually, as a star of the country's leading gospel quartet, the Soul Stirrers. His first pop sessions were held in secret for fear that word leaking out could hurt his standing in the gospel field. Cooke led rhythm and blues to the threshold of soul, developing as an artist, songwriter and record producer from the innocent early works of "Wonderful World" or "Only Sixteen" (done in collaboration with young Herb Alpert and Lou Adler, both featured in the Antonelli film) to the mature, powerful voice of "A Change Is Gonna Come."

Cooke's career was cut short in December 1964 when he was shot to death in an incident at a South Central Los Angeles motel never satisfactorily explained. Antonelli included a pair of short pieces of filmed testimony from the coroner's inquest that are among the film's most enduring images.

Antonelli is hampered by a lack of outstanding footage. Cooke made many appearances on television singing "You Send Me," but he often used the national platform to present more adult-oriented material that bore little relation to the gospel-fired soul revivals he led at nightclubs (see his epic record, "Live at the Harlem Square Club"). Ten years of searching by Antonelli unearthed not a single filmed performance of Cooke singing his anthemic "A Change Is Gonna Come."

Despite the grim ending, Antonelli keeps his focus musical, skipping across Cooke's tangled personal life and not even mentioning his association with the Black Muslims (although there is some fun banter included between Cooke and Cassius Clay, before he became Muhammad Ali). The film glows with warmth and intensity because of the insistent incandescence emanating from its center from Cooke himself.

Antonelli and Mill Valley Film Group partner Will Parrinello have been making documentary films since their 1984 film about author Jack Kerouac - "Kerouac - King of Beats." Their sixth special on Goldman award-winners, "Global Focus VI - The New Environmentalists," hosted by Robert Redford, airs in March on PBS.

Film a personal victory

Cooke's music inspired Antonelli since he was a kid growing up outside of Lowell, Mass. Teaming up with Rick Roper, a childhood friend as a co-producer, Antonelli found great personal meaning and satisfaction in bringing the documentary in for a landing after overcoming a formidable adversary in Allen Klein just to get as far as he did.

So what if he stays home Monday night? He still won.

"As much as a pain in the ass as it was to make this - and I certainly don't have another 10 years to do something like this again - it was exciting to have this music," he said. "The only way I could do this was for public television."


Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/01/08/DDQP1BEJ5L.DTL&type=entertainment#ixzz0c7xpdbVb

Friday, January 8, 2010

Thursday, January 7, 2010

A MESSAGE FROM LINDSANITY.

"I watched the first 3 seasons in two weeks courtesy of Netflix. I didn't leave couch for stretches of upwards of 10 hours at a time. I find Gaius Gharles aka "Smash Williams" to be the most enrapturing, er, football player on screen, but support your opinions as well, of course. But you neglected to mention Coach Taylor's eyes! Too deliciously crinkly and sparkly."
Agreed. Coach Taylor has stellar peepers.

BON IVER.

I have loved Bon Iver (the brainchild of Justin Vernon) for a long time and his album is basically the anthem to my winters, nights when I can't fall asleep, for the times when I just want to hear something beautiful, and for any time at all.

The album "For Emma Forever Ago" socked me right in the emotional babymaker (in a really good way).

Justin spent three months in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in Northern Wisconsin, wrote all the songs, and recorded them following a break up with his girlfriend and his band and having mono. Oooof. But, let me tell ya, some gorgeous music came out of it all.

They played a live show in Wisconsin for what may very well be the last time. You can listen to the entire show here and you would be a silly monkey if you choose not to.

It is winter. Pull up the covers, hunker down and treat your ears.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

TRULY UNBELIEVABLE.

From the New York Times:

Survivor of 2 Atomic Bombs Dies at 93

Published: January 6, 2010

HONG KONG — Tsutomu Yamaguchi , the only official survivor of both atomic blasts to hit Japan in World War II , died Monday in Nagasaki, Japan.

The cause was stomach cancer, his daughter said on Wednesday. He was 93.

Mr. Yamaguchi, as a 29-year-old engineer for Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, was on a business trip in Hiroshima when the United States dropped the first atomic bomb on the morning of Aug. 6, 1945. He was getting off a streetcar when the “Little Boy” device detonated above Hiroshima.

Mr. Yamaguchi said he was less than 2 miles away from ground zero. His eardrums were ruptured and his upper torso was burned by the blast, which destroyed most of the city’s buildings and killed 80,000 people.

Mr. Yamaguchi spent the night in a Hiroshima bomb shelter and returned to his hometown of Nagasaki the following day, according to interviews he gave over the years. The second bomb, known as “Fat Man,” was dropped on Nagasaki on Aug. 9, killing 70,000 people there.

Mr. Yamaguchi was in his Nagasaki office, telling his boss about the Hiroshima blast, when “suddenly the same white light filled the room,” he said in an interview last March with The Independent newspaper.

“I thought the mushroom cloud had followed me from Hiroshima,” he said.

“I could have died on either of those days,” Mr. Yamaguchi said in an August interview with the Mainichi Daily News. “Everything that follows is a bonus.”

Japan surrendered six days after the Nagasaki attack.

Mr. Yamaguchi recovered from his wounds, went to work for the American occupation forces, became a teacher and eventually returned to work at Mitsubishi Heavy. He was in good health for most of his life, said his daughter, Toshiko Yamasaki, which is why he avoided joining in anti-nuclear protests.

“He was so healthy, he thought it would have been unfair to people who were really sick,” Ms. Yamasaki told The Independent.

“Afterwards he was fine,” she said. “We hardly noticed he was a survivor.”

It is believed there were about 165 twice-bombed persons in Japan, known as “nijyuu hibakusha,” although municipal officials in both cities have said Mr. Yamaguchi was the only person to be officially acknowledged as such.

Ms. Yamasaki, who was born in 1948, said her mother also had been “soaked in black rain and was poisoned” by the fallout from the Nagasaki blast. Her mother died in 2008 from kidney and liver cancers. She was 88.

“We think she passed the poison on to us,” Ms. Yamaski said, noting that her brother died of cancer at age 59 and her sister has been chronically ill throughout her life.

In his later years, Mr. Yamaguchi began to speak out about the scourge of atomic weapons. He rarely gave interviews, but he wrote a memoir and was part of a 2006 documentary film about the double-bombing victims. He called for the abolition of nuclear weapons at a showing of the film at the United Nations that year.

At a lecture he gave in Nagasaki last June, Mr. Yamaguchi said he had written to President Obama about banning nuclear arms. And Ms. Yamasaki said he had recently been visited by the American film director James Cameron to discuss a film project on atomic bombs.

Among his benefits as an atomic bomb victim, Mr. Yamaguchi’s funeral costs will be paid by the government.


FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS OF MY LIFE.


Hello. My name is Molly and I have a problem. On January 1, 2010 I developed a swift and serious addiction to:

I AM COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS MOTHERFLAPPING SHOW.

HOLY LORD.

You can watch it instantly on Netflix and I was transformed after watching the pilot. I immediately texted Sanchez and Lindsanity, both devotees, with something along the lines of the following:

"OMG I just finished the pilot of FNL. Am WEEPING. It was RIVETING."

Even Samson was enthralled.

All true. I wept, I was enraptured, I laughed, I everythinged. I basically wanted to climb through my computer screen and into the land of Dillon, Texas. And, there has to be a lot of good somethings going on to make me want to go to Texas.

And speaking of good things going on, let's just take a look at a few of them, shall we?


Well hellooooooo there Mr. Coach Taylor with your always perfectly adorably messed up hair, your sun kissed cheeks, and your total and utter adoration for your wife. I just can't get over it.

I CAN'T.

And drum roll, please...

It has been absolutely freezing here in New York, but this young man has been burning up my screen and my loins. Shut the front door, I love you Tim Riggins #33, even if your Daddy doesn't. You are naughty. In the best possible kind of way.

Besides the raging hot pieces of man-a** on this show, it is completely infected with genius writing and acting. I'm not fooling around here. The pilot may be one of the best first episodes of television ever written, it is like a mini-movie, and the rest of the episodes are incredibly compelling.

I realized I had a serious problem after I found myself jumping up off of my couch and throwing my arms in the air when a crucial touchdown was made by a certain someone...I may have also let out a guttural, "YEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHH!" when it happened.

So, my gift to you in this New Year is the wonder of FNL. Go and get yourself a cheap-o Netflix subscription so you can watch all of the episodes instantly on your computer or TV.

I WANT YOU TO GET WITH ME TIM RIGGINS. I mean, I want you to get with the program and go watch Tim Riggins #33 on Friday Night Lights.

Yes. That is what I meant.



Tuesday, January 5, 2010

THAT IS THE QUESTION.

Please watch this.


Monday, January 4, 2010

NOUVEAU YIZZLE.

My little munchkins!

I do apologize for being so absent, but it is a new year and I am all sorts of jazzed about it.

Some pictures from:

the end of 2009...


and the beginning of 2010!


I kicked off 2010 with my favorite companion:


Ooops.

That would be my favorite companion IN MY DREAMS.

I meant this one:

A doggerdoodle!

And, not just any dog, but Samson. Samson is my bud. He is the pooch of my First New York Rommate, First Rate Friend, and Fellow Californian Miz Millah. Samson, Millah, and myself used to kick it back in the day when I was a newbie in this here town.


He even dressed up for my birthday in 2009 for the 1983 theme.

I'm not going to lie to you, usually I prefer big dogs, but Samson packs one helluva personality punch in his little self and I adore him. We had so much fun lounging around, getting take out, going for walks, throwing a ball up and down my stairs and taking naps. I was turbo sad to have to hand him back over to his Mumsy, but I am hoping to kidnap him again in the near future.

2010 is off to a slammin' start. I have oh so much more to write, but for now I must sign off and get some sleep after a very active day that included a moment of confusion when I thought I had snot frozen on my face.

Luckily, I didn't. Yey me!


Saturday, January 2, 2010

DELIQUENT.

I have been uber absent on Le Blog lately, but fear not as I will be posting things again shortly in this fabulous new year. In the meantime, please check out this video because it is genius.