for a friend that did not know the pitchas.

a couple of days ago a friend wrote to me on my twitter (follow me now) & asked me to decipher my horror still post. so here you are danny! thank you again for reading! makes me smile reaaaaaaaaaaal big like!


1-10 Suspiria
11- I, Zombie
12- Untraceable
13 - i don't know
14 - The Hills Have Eyes (original)
15 - The Last Horror Movie
16- Terrified (1963 version)
17 - Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (1996)
18-20 - these are just creepy photos of Sheepshead Bay
21 - still from Miles T. Macmillan film (aka what? something I found on google)
22 - House of Wax
23 - a photo of Narooma Beach at night
24 - Let The Right One In
25 - The Lesser Evil (1912)
26- Horses Rise from the Tomb
27 The Hills Have Eyes (2006)
28 - High Tension
29 - i don't know
30 - The Hills Have Eyes (2006)
31 - i don't know
32 - High Tension
33 - The Creature from the Black Lagoon
34 - Captivity
35 - 37 - Bird On Your Grave
38 - i don't know
39 - Turistas Go Home
40 - House of Wax
41 - Texas Chainsaw Massacre (most recent)
42 - i don't know

WHAT AN EXCITING BLOG POST!

if i had a snuggie...

i love a good horror still.

but why are these all women? blast it all that these are good looking.

day four

things are quite unable to be pinned down & processed these days. i'm so thankful to be home with my family & also not be trapped in the winter wasteland that is NY right now, but i am looking forward to whenever the week comes when i feel i can have a bit of understanding about what direction i'm heading in.

i'm at the beginning of the medication process for my impending egg donation (giving, not receiving). this, while exciting & inspiring for me, has been confusing & left me feeling that i'm rushing forward into a completely unknown world of experience. i only hope that the good feelings & conviction i had at the beginning will stay with me through the end. thank you to my friends that have continued to remind me that this is an amazing & wonderful gift to be able to give. it is. it truly is. and i'm so proud of myself for my courage & caring heart. i pray for my recipients that everything goes well for them after my part is done.

giving the gift of life.

and also receiving the gift of death. today my sister's grandmother died.

she was a gentle queen. probably the smallest, most soft-spoken woman i ever knew, but she was still simply amazing. she didn't look unlike despereaux's mother.



this woman could grow anything, cook anything, talk & love anyone, but for as far back as i can remember couldn't see or hear a thing without powerful assistance. i guess everything is balanced.

its hard for me to take this as anything but a gift, seeing that she was very old & very tired but i do feel sad for my sister. her mother's family is not unlike my mother's family: decidedly lacking in sane or tolerable people & i know her grandmother was one of the only women she found admirable. she was soft, reserved, calm, & understanding & most importantly she didn't make my sister want to tear her own skin off.

it's hard to lose that. but my sister thankfully has absorbed all of those qualities & then some. it takes an enormous amount of poise to lose someone that signifies what grandma good did for her & not fall apart in a selfish scene. and she didn't. we talked about what death could mean, we talked about where she could be now, & we talked about how glad she was she had visited with her so much over the past year. we talked about power of attorney, how shocked she was by how fast she had gone, & about how happy she was that i was with her. she told me how she felt excited that if you're reunited with your loved ones when you die, that grandma got to see her husband today for the first time in 30 years.

i feel sad for my sister to lose one of her role models, but i feel yet again so moved to be reminded that my sister is such a strong and thoughtful and graceful and thankful person.

and they're off..

i'm off to california tomorrow very early with mother & child. mother has a levi's gig for a few days so while she is off doing what she does best, child & i are going to enjoy the very best of nature & sun & the decidedly not NY in december of it all. it's not a bad deal.



after a few days we'll drop off child in LA for some parties he wants to hit up this weekend. i tell you, they grow up so fast. just today he said he's going on a juice fast for the next few days so he looks good for grandma.

then its off to vegas for mother's bachelorette party. crazy? yes. awkward? potentially.



we'll see how fine a line i can walk.

my job wish list

my head is swirling with possibility & ill-informed ideas. in an effort to bring it on home let's have an old-fashioned give it to the ocean party.*


new media
webisodes
integration of market & product
dignity of creation
thoughtful creation
worldview
collaboration
intersection of artist, product, customer, & process
consideration of sustainability
new ideas beget new relationships beget new experiences
improvement of position & a roundness of experiment & thought
questioning, but not undermining of values
always questioning why
mutual beneficial relationships of teacher & student
socially minded projects
constructive wonder
directed reserch
enthusiasm & focus for those that trust you enough to work with you
and above all passion & fun


*i can assume i am the only person that has ever had a give it to the ocean party, as i invented it. for those of you not familiar it's just a process of putting it out there clearly, in words what it is you want to achieve in an effort to hone in & have more insight about your goals, ideas. it can apply to anything from your whole life, to your trip to the grocery store.

great expectations

i have a friend, logan antill who is himself an enchanting writer. i don't know him very well other than that. but when you like what someone does & admire them for it i'm not sure if you need to know much else. knowing more can sometimes muddle things.

but as i was saying, logan. i follow him on twitter and he recently brought this to my attention. i love rick moody's work & i look forward to reading the story. as the article says, short stories have a very considered & methodical style. it's short afterall; no need to write anything down that isn't necessary & best to make sure that every word is savory & integral. in this way, when reading a short story i find myself distracted almost by every idea an author chooses because almost always that care is extremely apparent & i wonder about the deliberation. inherently the shorter something is the more aware & sensitive you are to it, & to a point the more removed you are...watching it unfold, taking in every bit, checking to make sure you register it, logging it into your mind carfully. i'm excited to see what story rick has in store, but more interested to see what sort of relationship, response, etc is inspired from this delivery.

i'm surprised this hasn't happened before, formally i mean. i know i do this from time to time, as well as logan, as i'm sure many writers out there. it's a good exercise for vocabulary, style, & creativity. a friend once said: a text message you send to yourself you send to the world. so right, but also a reminder, a note but with the added benefits of some chance feedback.

twitter has also been good for creating fervor. afterall, all anyone ever wants is an eager audience and what better way to get that than a 'to be continued...'? even charles dickens in his time took advantage of the peridodical magazine to create an atmosphere of anticipation for great expectations (i can only dream that the pun is intended).

and with an ever growing need to consume information in small, gratifying, & electric doses it's only smart & self-preserving to hop on board the twitter-wagon.

xx

i love garrison keillor

his voice like a bed & a healing night of sleep. the stories so soft & simple & sweet.

here, in a roundabout way, he talks about his love affair with women, his wife, art, & the most basic thing he's fighting for.