Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
This is really rad..it's like 70 degrees in NYC..and I'm stuck at work, but with an open door so it's almost kinda like I'm outdoors. What a beautiful day. Grab a loved one or two, take them on a picnic ( bring cheese, crackers and wine and make it cla$$y)and ease right in to sprummer (spring/summer)while it's here for a couple more days... I'll be going surfing...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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Today is a day that I wish I were Irish....cos seriously...there is going to be some insane partying going on and I would feel much better about it if I were actually irish....
some irish jokes..
*A Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walk into a pub. They each buy a pint of Guiness beer.
Just as they were about to enjoy their creamy beverage three flies landed in each of their pints, and were stuck in the thick head.
The Englishman pushed his beer away from him in disgust.
The Scotsman fished the offending fly out of his beer and continued drinking it as if nothing had happened.
The Irishman too, picked the fly out of his drink, held it out over the beer and then started yelling, "SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT, YOU BASTARD!!*
*What's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish wake?
One less drunk.*
*O'Connell was staggering home with a pint of booze in his back pocket when he slipped and fell heavily. Struggling to his feet, he felt something wet running down his leg. "Please, God," he implored, "let it be blood".*
*An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman walk into a bar.
The bartender turns to them, takes one look, and says “What is this – some kind of a joke?” *
Charlie Brown and his gang are quite brilliant. In fact, I prefer Charlie Brown to most organized religion. And, I’m sure I’m not the only one that’s madly in love with Snoopy.
“I’ve developed a new philosophy. I only dread one day at a time!”
”Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, “Why me?”, then a voice answers: Nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.”
“Lucy: You think being average is enough, don’t you? Well it isn’t! What shape would the world be in today if everyone settled for being average?
Linus: What shape is the world in today? “
“Lucy: Each generation must be able to blame the previous generation for its problems. It doesn’t solve anything, but it makes us all feel better.”
“Linus: (looking at his thumb) Some days I taste like an inferior brand! “
“Charlie B: Real love is standing behind a tree so you can see her when she leaves her house. Of course it can sometimes be embarassing. Like when you discover you’ve been standing on the wrong side of the tree. “
“Snoopy: Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.”
“Snoopy: To live is to dance, to dance is to live.”
Yeah he’s all over the place after the Olympics…but I have never seen anyone skate like this kid…he is unreal. He rips it on the halfpipe and when you see him fly on a skateboard, it’s like this kid was born with board attached to his feet. He is really one of the coolest motherfuckers. I want to be friends with him and knock back drinks at the bar after he’s taught me and my hubby how to do a mctwist. Seriously…can we design clothes for you or maybe my hubs can paint a masterpiece on your board? Let’s get in touch Shaun..
I’ve been obsessed with b&w photos since I was 4. My dad used to take these pictures of everything with his old school communist Russia windup camera and I was fascinated. I later got my own polaroid camera, which was ridiculous to my young unspoiled mind ( it’s ready right now ?!?!?!) I would like to purchase a beat up old manual SLR so that I may learn to take photos like these fine photographers have here:
by Ian Mackean
by Paul Politis
by Ian Mackean
by Paul Politis
then mojitos are the juice in your sippy cup! I managed to find an authentic cuban mojito recipe that would be awesome come spring or summer. I realize you can go out to get one in like 5 minutes but quite frankly I always like to craft my own…then you earn it…Here’s the recipe:
2 oz. of Havana Club Rum(Añejo Especial” or “Añejo Blanco”) –if you are like the rest of America and can’t get your hands on great Cuban products, settle for 2 oz. of any white rum…but aim high and try and find the Havana Club.
1/2 lime- cut into 4 wedges
3 stems of mint
5 or so ice cubes
1 tsp. cane sugar
cold sparkling water
Then, you’re gonna pour the rum into a tall drinking glass…add 3 of the 4 lime wedges into the glass……tear the mint leaves off 2 of the stems and place them inside the glass also…add sugar…stir all ingredients above aggresively with a spoon..add ice and sparkling water..add the remaining lime and mint stem to decorate your pretty creation.
ps. you can try this with dark rum and brown sugar…WoWwy
A very groovy friend of mine, who happens to be a poet and an extraordinary chef and an all around wonderful person, gave me a copy of Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet. I would have opened it up earlier had I known the absolute magic that was inside. If ever you are having a day that isn’t quite your sip of tea…I suggest writing down some of these quotes in a book, on your hand, on your kids etc.( I realize they are a little longish..but it’s just to get the idea across) They help you reflect properly.
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity..”
“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
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