Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Her son Michael Wielding said it best:
"My Mother was an extraordinary woman who lived life to the fullest, with great passion, humor, and love. Though her loss is devastating to those of us who held her so close and so dear, we will always be inspired by her enduring contribution to our world. Her remarkable body of work in film, her ongoing success as a businesswoman, and her brave and relentless advocacy in the fight against HIV/AIDS, all make us all incredibly proud of what she accomplished. We know, quite simply, that the world is a better place for Mom having lived in it. Her legacy will never fade, her spirit will always be with us, and her love will live forever in our hearts."
Click here and here to read AMFAR and the Elizabeth Taylor Aids Foundations touching tributes. The ETAF is asking fans who wish to honor her memory to consider making a small donation to the charity.
And finally, not to be forgotten was her tremendous talent. Beautiful Elizabeth Taylor. In high school I slept beneath her pictures. Her picture hangs beside me in my office now, reminding me of all the wonderful things people can do when love, kindness, compassion and passion are your guide.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Basically. Love and Rockets and Lords of Acid. Dim Sum, Orange Bang, 7-11, rice rockets, manic panic, Noodle Planet, bud- not the beer- and carnitas. And now you know me. No matter where I go or what I do, this shits tattooed on my heart. i just realized today that what im writing is a love letter to this place. I am writing this motherfucking book, yo!
I hope she's learned how to since the 80's cos i just finished writing a giant essay about her LAST night. I rewarded myself by waiting till the baby was asleep and then blasting Y Kant Tori read songs on youtube. This shit is amazing in a way I'm not sure Tori would like me to think it's amazing. It's like the theme song from Never Ending Story, Anna Domino and The Red Shoes era Kate Bush and all the hairstyles from the sunset strip circa Dr. Feelgood got together and had an immaculate conception while jerking off to the future image of Trent Reznor and Sandman comix.
Monday, March 14, 2011
This song is a water bottle, a ray of sunshine in your eyes on a roller coaster, amber waves of grain, a thousand marathon runners breaking through the finish line, the soul of Artax signaling to you from the other side. It's okay Atreyu, he's not sad anymore.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Good newz, I'm busy, bad newz means I'm a lazy blogger. Gotta save all the working brain cells for out in the big bad world. In the meantime, still can't get enough of Men and I still love cats.
New music vid is radonk amazing.
I guess though if u look at what passes for content on tumblr I'm winning by leaps and bounds. Intentional brain damaged Sheen reference. Seriously, Martin, come get your ass backwards wife beating brain dead tumor of a son and 5150 his ass already. I just can't with that guy.
Who wants to buy me this first edition for my birthday?
F. Scott's old briefcase. I touches it, please?
Djuna, will you haunt me?
can you visit me in dreams and take me to paris where we can discuss blazers and green tea and hot burned coffee?
are you up to date on your Maru? if not click here to follow his blog. click here. on a serious side note how this cat can commence to play in the edges of his sofa after the terrifying and tragic and horrific things happening in his country is beyond me, or better yet how his owner can keep blogging the next day is wild beyond my reasoning, but perhaps a little Maru is just what the country needs. actually, i take that back, what the country needs is volunteers and food and electricity and help. in any event, here he is as a delightful young pup.
a room i would sleep in if i were a child.
also, i will be disabling my comments-once i figure out how- because non of you fuckers ever comment except for Cathy- Hi Cathy!- and im getting spammed by lame pharmaceutical companies in vietnam. besides, i can trace you anyway via my stat counter back to the very computer you used when you logged in to check from UC IRVINE. also, irvine, it tells me HOW MANY TIMES IN ONE HOUR. or you weird talent scout weirdo whose never e-mailed me or whoever you are at NBC UNIVERSAL, in new york. also, if you check my shit on your iphone it gives me your phone number and then i know who you are. oh SNAP. jokes on you, jerks. what? do you think I do this shit cos its fun? oh, wait...
jkjk i love you all. really!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I need to take a walk with sara and sophie
i need to buy people chocolate and books
i need to admit that i'm wrong a lot
i need to take responsibility for my own social estrangement
i need to write my grandma a letter letting her know how much she means to me
i need to not be afraid of success
i need to edit and not watch teen mom 2
i need to read the books that i buy
i need to let go of the fact that i have ugly feet, i have big boobs- really big!- it could be worse
i need to stop saying 'im sorry' when its not my fault
i need to stop secretly smelling my own breath to the point that other people think they have bad breath and turn their heads away
i need to stop wishing people were the way they aren't
i have to stop gripping the door handles in fear when other people drive and trust in their ability to get me from one place to the next alive.
i need to not be embarrassed by how much i love my cats. i love them so much.
i need to stop being embarrassed about poverty and to let others know why i'm really in pain and not make up other stupid reasons for why im upset.
i need to start being more honest about what's really going on or i will keep pushing people away
i need to be able to say stfu to someone when i'm not in the mood to listen. its ultimately better for both of us.
i need to not give a crap about what my boyfriend wears. he lets me dress the way i like.
i need to tend to my garden
and save my change
and re learn spanish
take a leap faith
and to not be ashamed of the fact that i am spiritual.
i am a good person, i'm guessing you are too.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Sorry I'm always blogging about my cats and my boyfriend. It's a combination of me doing actual writing as of late and not wanting to siphon off too much energy here, and that I am boring now and these are the things that bring me joy. My gentle/weirdo man friend and my three fat boy cats. Anyway, Nick drew this in his notebook during a graduate writing class. This is where he goes inside his mind and it makes me love him so much. If you'd like to follow his tumbls click his John Doe on the blogroll to the left. Maiden name, Katzban, first name, Nick. More gems, dear readers, more gems indeed.