Tonight I sat in my bedroom and watched "The Biggest Loser" while eating Dove chocolates with a caramel center, strategically placed atop a milk chocolate covered graham cracker... I cried like a little bitch. The funny thing is, I'm not sure if I was crying because of how inspiring the stories were, or that I was almost out of chocolate...
The thing is I could never imagine weighing 342 pounds... I hate that I weigh 160! I know I could do better. But that would mean giving up the small joys in life. Like going to Carney's on Sunset and ordering a chili cheese burger w/ grilled onions and an order of chili cheese fries. ...Maybe I could skip the ranch dressing that I bathe the cheese fries in? But then really, what's the point?
I guess the point is to live a longer, healthier, more beautiful life. In the same breath, what's the fun in living longer if you're always hungry and deprived of the tantalizing, sweet aroma of a large "Meatlovers" pizza with extra cheese, dipped in ranch dressing?
Okay, I admit that I follow a workout plan and I do try to eat junk food in moderation... I believe I could make more of an effort! Especially now that I'm almost 21... (I may be exaggerating a bit on my true age...) Nevertheless, I am a self confessed "foodie." I'd love to say that I eat to live, but that would be a greater embellishment than my previously stated age.
So, my hats off to all of the contestants on their journey to getting fit. Not only do I admire your hard work, but I appreciate your sacrifice. I'd offer you some of my chocolates as a "special treat" ...but I just looked down, and the bag is empty!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Lame!
I can't help but think, what's up with the music industry? Though I have a feeling it started slowly several years ago... I first took notice a few months back while watching the MTV Music Awards...
But tonight, after watching the Tree Lighting at Rockefeller Center on NBC, it was abundantly clear that the Jonas Brothers suck! How on earth do people enjoy hearing or watching them perform. A.) They can't sing. B.) They're huge nerds... and not the cool kind! C.) They are so lame- ass boring to watch...
But tonight, after watching the Tree Lighting at Rockefeller Center on NBC, it was abundantly clear that the Jonas Brothers suck! How on earth do people enjoy hearing or watching them perform. A.) They can't sing. B.) They're huge nerds... and not the cool kind! C.) They are so lame- ass boring to watch...
You have these amazing musical artist like; Tony Bennett, Beyonce, Harry Connick Jr. and (by far the best performance of the night...) David Cook performing his rendition of Happy Christmas by the great, late John Lennon. Obviously the Jonas Brothers have a ton of fans. I just don't understand how and why?
To add insult to injury, I changed the channel and found yet another music industry theme show... The Grammy Nomination Concert. Okay first, GROSS! Do we REALLY need a televised musical show announcing the Grammy nominations before we see the EXACT SAME PERFORMANCES two months from now!?!?
What's worse? Having to hear Taylor Swift sing I'm Sorry... Believe me, I was! Of course her voice is fine, and that's the problem. She's just this safe, generic pretty blonde- Nothing special. And therein lies the predicament. Too many TV shows with the exact same formula... they're tired, uninspired and predictable. Just like all the new uber cheesy pop/rock star / wannabe actor's performing on them.
Will I Ever Feel Like a Grownup?
One definition of "grownup" says: a fully developed person from maturity onward. If that's so, and I'm thirty years old... then why do I still wake up from time to time and pray my mom or dad will be there in my kitchen fixing breakfast and helping me solve the problems I'm about to face in the world that day?
I've noticed a pattern to the feeling... of course more often than not, this feeling is brought on by a major change, stress or sometimes just waking up in an unfamiliar place...
Take this morning for example. I woke up in Hollywood, Florida in a company furnished apartment that I will call home for the next month and a half... This should be a relatively normal feeling, as I am a performer and somewhat of a gypsy. I have been on many tours in the United States and Europe and I have worked in cities across the U. S. for extended periods of time living in temporary housing... Nevertheless, the oddity of waking up in your empty, lifeless, and personality-free "fake" home just plain sucks.
I'm excited to be here in Florida, and I look forward to the work I get to do here... But this morning, as I sat in bed thinking about my life and all of the experiences I've had so far, I just couldn't make sense of how sad I felt, that a large part of my time has been spent away from those people I love.
It strange really, because while I lived at home I couldn't wait to get out... (Not because I didn't love my parents, but instead, because I wanted to start my own life...) Now, a grownup... I have to make decisions for myself. I have to take care of myself, and the biggest fear of all- I have to be responsible for myself!
I'm not sure this thought has much of an ending, other than the fact that when I woke up this morning and I relived the past 12 years of my life while in and out of sleep... I was so grateful for my parents love and support throughout my adult life...
Though they have not been with me physically along the journey, somehow, they are always ready to answer my phone calls... no matter where I'm calling from or time of day or night!
...and sometimes I think it's okay for a grownup to admit that he still needs his parents.
I've noticed a pattern to the feeling... of course more often than not, this feeling is brought on by a major change, stress or sometimes just waking up in an unfamiliar place...
Take this morning for example. I woke up in Hollywood, Florida in a company furnished apartment that I will call home for the next month and a half... This should be a relatively normal feeling, as I am a performer and somewhat of a gypsy. I have been on many tours in the United States and Europe and I have worked in cities across the U. S. for extended periods of time living in temporary housing... Nevertheless, the oddity of waking up in your empty, lifeless, and personality-free "fake" home just plain sucks.
I'm excited to be here in Florida, and I look forward to the work I get to do here... But this morning, as I sat in bed thinking about my life and all of the experiences I've had so far, I just couldn't make sense of how sad I felt, that a large part of my time has been spent away from those people I love.
It strange really, because while I lived at home I couldn't wait to get out... (Not because I didn't love my parents, but instead, because I wanted to start my own life...) Now, a grownup... I have to make decisions for myself. I have to take care of myself, and the biggest fear of all- I have to be responsible for myself!
I'm not sure this thought has much of an ending, other than the fact that when I woke up this morning and I relived the past 12 years of my life while in and out of sleep... I was so grateful for my parents love and support throughout my adult life...
Though they have not been with me physically along the journey, somehow, they are always ready to answer my phone calls... no matter where I'm calling from or time of day or night!
...and sometimes I think it's okay for a grownup to admit that he still needs his parents.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
So You Want to be a "Somebody?"
“Everybody that have money, ya know, just can’t open up a business and call it a day… You have to plant seeds and let it grow…”
Wiser words have never been uttered, at least not on reality television! Thanks to the ultra eccentric and super FabUless, style guru Dwight Eubanks from the “Real Housewives of Atlanta.” In regard to several of the reality divas “childhood dreams” come true (only because they have excessive amounts of their husband and or “Big Papa’s" money) and now a cable network show encouraging them to play dress up and pretend they had any other fantasy beside being rich and famous however they could- most of the women on the show, by marring an NBA or NFL players and spending all of their hard earned cash.
Originally the idea of this show was a fun slice into the elite women of Orange County… Now however, and in the grand tradition of Reality TV (already made celebrities included) these shows serve as a launch pad- off into a world of celebrity that we watch and laugh, not because the subject is so talented an artist or gifted in an area of expertise… Mainly, they are so desperate to have their name be known, that they would do and say anything that garners attention (with the exception of actually being exceptional at ANYTHING else.)
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate shows like “Top Chef”, “Project Runway”, and “Top Design” for the simple fact that almost always, everyone competing has talent and has worked at making their dream happen.
The women on “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” are playing the part of a Hollywood star, and have nothing to back it up. They parade around in designer gowns, raunchy fake hair (Kim), excessive amounts of: make-up and jewelry and describe themselves as “Classy” while dropping the F-bomb in every conversation. Using words like “hater” to describe someone who doesn’t share similar taste, style and support of their un-talent.
I have two very dear friends, both of whom are from Atlanta. I would describe both as smart, strong, talented, graceful and yes… classy. I don’t think they have ever acted or behaved like these “elite” women on the show. Moreover, they both left Atlanta to pursue their goals and dreams… Both now have successful careers as artists. They made it without a husband, without any money and not because they wore designer gowns and went to “star-studded” celebrity fundraisers to “network…”
Two of the women on the show in particular have sparked my interest: Kim and Sheree. Kim, a separated mother of two has always wanted to be a country singer. Just don’t ask her to sing… because she can’t. Not that you can’t make it as a singer just for that small detail, many famous singers (some with Grammys) can’t sing too… The difference is they ALL tried. Kim sees no need to listen to a voice coach about technique… “That won’t matter when I’m in the booth…” It’s sad really, because she has fallen victim to the idea that you don’t have to have passion, talent or determination… just money. True, money will aid in looking the part and put you on a map but it sure as hell won’t keep you there.
Then there is Sheree, a would be fashion designer, who doesn’t sketch her own work, can’t sew and holds a viewing party for her new collection- minus the collection… None of the clothes were tailored to her satisfaction, which begs the question… Why? Maybe because the only contribution you made to “your” collection, was deciding whom to invite to this momentous event where even you decided to wear another designer’s gown- which speaks volumes for your work! At best, you are the most put together gal on the show, and could maybe be a stylist… Maybe!
So you want to be a “somebody?” I get it… I do. You have a dream or goal and believe it is your destiny to fulfill it? You have a special gift or talent that keeps you up at night hoping and praying that you’ll have a chance to achieve it. Or at least die trying…
But I ask:
What about hard work? What about taking classes to develop your craft and passion? What about eating Top Roman everyday for a year because that was all you could afford? What about crying in the stock room at your day job, because you’re so tired and still have to work four more hours before running to an audition? What about having only two days to come up with the $200.oo you’re shy on next months rent?
I know not every aspiring artist has had to work as hard, endure the same struggles or face the same obstacles. I also believe that there is no “right” way to accomplish any goal or dream.
However, I maintain that every single actor, dancer, musician, writer, director, painter, and designer… has shared in the dedication, hard work, rejection, and baby steps toward taking their passion from a childhood dream to a reality… Instead of sitting around praying for a reality TV show to come along and suddenly make them something they’re not! No amount of money in the world can give you talent… Money only offers the façade…
Please take note of the picture to the left for an example of the facade... Sheree to the left and Kim (fake hair and all...) to the right. Kim you can try to dress up like Dolly Parton... but you'll never have her class, talent or hair! This picture is courtesy of a fan photog and the world wide web.
Wiser words have never been uttered, at least not on reality television! Thanks to the ultra eccentric and super FabUless, style guru Dwight Eubanks from the “Real Housewives of Atlanta.” In regard to several of the reality divas “childhood dreams” come true (only because they have excessive amounts of their husband and or “Big Papa’s" money) and now a cable network show encouraging them to play dress up and pretend they had any other fantasy beside being rich and famous however they could- most of the women on the show, by marring an NBA or NFL players and spending all of their hard earned cash.
Originally the idea of this show was a fun slice into the elite women of Orange County… Now however, and in the grand tradition of Reality TV (already made celebrities included) these shows serve as a launch pad- off into a world of celebrity that we watch and laugh, not because the subject is so talented an artist or gifted in an area of expertise… Mainly, they are so desperate to have their name be known, that they would do and say anything that garners attention (with the exception of actually being exceptional at ANYTHING else.)
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate shows like “Top Chef”, “Project Runway”, and “Top Design” for the simple fact that almost always, everyone competing has talent and has worked at making their dream happen.
The women on “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” are playing the part of a Hollywood star, and have nothing to back it up. They parade around in designer gowns, raunchy fake hair (Kim), excessive amounts of: make-up and jewelry and describe themselves as “Classy” while dropping the F-bomb in every conversation. Using words like “hater” to describe someone who doesn’t share similar taste, style and support of their un-talent.
I have two very dear friends, both of whom are from Atlanta. I would describe both as smart, strong, talented, graceful and yes… classy. I don’t think they have ever acted or behaved like these “elite” women on the show. Moreover, they both left Atlanta to pursue their goals and dreams… Both now have successful careers as artists. They made it without a husband, without any money and not because they wore designer gowns and went to “star-studded” celebrity fundraisers to “network…”
Two of the women on the show in particular have sparked my interest: Kim and Sheree. Kim, a separated mother of two has always wanted to be a country singer. Just don’t ask her to sing… because she can’t. Not that you can’t make it as a singer just for that small detail, many famous singers (some with Grammys) can’t sing too… The difference is they ALL tried. Kim sees no need to listen to a voice coach about technique… “That won’t matter when I’m in the booth…” It’s sad really, because she has fallen victim to the idea that you don’t have to have passion, talent or determination… just money. True, money will aid in looking the part and put you on a map but it sure as hell won’t keep you there.
Then there is Sheree, a would be fashion designer, who doesn’t sketch her own work, can’t sew and holds a viewing party for her new collection- minus the collection… None of the clothes were tailored to her satisfaction, which begs the question… Why? Maybe because the only contribution you made to “your” collection, was deciding whom to invite to this momentous event where even you decided to wear another designer’s gown- which speaks volumes for your work! At best, you are the most put together gal on the show, and could maybe be a stylist… Maybe!
So you want to be a “somebody?” I get it… I do. You have a dream or goal and believe it is your destiny to fulfill it? You have a special gift or talent that keeps you up at night hoping and praying that you’ll have a chance to achieve it. Or at least die trying…
But I ask:
What about hard work? What about taking classes to develop your craft and passion? What about eating Top Roman everyday for a year because that was all you could afford? What about crying in the stock room at your day job, because you’re so tired and still have to work four more hours before running to an audition? What about having only two days to come up with the $200.oo you’re shy on next months rent?
I know not every aspiring artist has had to work as hard, endure the same struggles or face the same obstacles. I also believe that there is no “right” way to accomplish any goal or dream.
However, I maintain that every single actor, dancer, musician, writer, director, painter, and designer… has shared in the dedication, hard work, rejection, and baby steps toward taking their passion from a childhood dream to a reality… Instead of sitting around praying for a reality TV show to come along and suddenly make them something they’re not! No amount of money in the world can give you talent… Money only offers the façade…
Please take note of the picture to the left for an example of the facade... Sheree to the left and Kim (fake hair and all...) to the right. Kim you can try to dress up like Dolly Parton... but you'll never have her class, talent or hair! This picture is courtesy of a fan photog and the world wide web.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Divorce or Marriage...
Depending on where you search the internet, the divorce rate in this country can be anywhere from 43% to just over 50% of all marriages ending in divorce. Though it is almost impossible to find a straight answer or statistic on the matter... even the National Center for Health Statistics, despite all of their surveys, charts and graphs offer only a projected percentage.
Nevertheless, I think it's safe to say, that divorce is a very common solution to married life.
When I was growing up, I remember thinking how lucky I was that my parents were still together, as the majority of my friends' parents were divorced...
Then that day happened to me and my family... I was a junior in high school when my parents decided to separate. I never thought that day would happen, and though I know my parents tried very hard to work through their problems, the inevitable D-day still came. I hold no judgments on my parents. I love them both very much, and I believe that they are both very happy in their lives now.
That being said, I have four wonderful role models when it comes to marriage... My Grandma & Grandpa Shaffer have been married 52 years, and my Grandma & Grandpa Smith 51 years. Their love, dedication and hard work give me such hope!
That's why I'm so shocked that there are people in this country who fight so hard against allowing equal rights to everyone in regard to sharing a loving bond and commitment to one another until death do them part.
What exactly is "Traditional Marriage?"
How many people live without sin? I'm no authority on religion, but my general belief was that we are all sinners... So why then are some above the rest? Why is it okay to preach hate and fear? Didn't Jesus Christ preach love and forgiveness? Why with so many marriages ending in divorce, abuse, adultery... Should anyone stand as the authority on who can and cannot marry.
Yes. The Bible. Everyone always quotes the Bible.
Ironically, the same people who defend the term "Traditional Marriage" as one man and one woman- have a wonderful way of overlooking the Word of the Bible that no longer suits their needs:
i.e. you shall not commit adultery, love thy neighbor, let he who is without sin cast the first stone... The list goes on and on, and of course like almost everything in the Bible- either side can find a justification or exception.
So here is my thought, since we are ALL sinners and the "Traditional Marriage" divorce rate is at nearly 50%... Why not encourage the bond between two people. Encourage love, honor and monogamy for all people, and maybe future generations will be able to get the divorce rate down...
Hope.
I will never forget the night of November 4, 2008. I was fortunate enough to gather with a group of friends as we watched this country come together and unite in equality. That once again hope, faith and humanity have joined with the promise of change. A commitment to come together on equal ground as the United States of America. I'm so grateful to live in America- where every voice can be heard, every person has the right to freedom and with hard work and faith, dreams can become reality.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Vote!
The day has finally come! After nearly two years of back and forth mudslinging, lies and ruthless (mostly bias) media coverage... Election day is upon us! I'm proud to say that I woke up bright and early at 6:45 AM to be among the first on the west coast to cast my vote! When I showed up at my voting location, I was overwhelmed at the turn out!!! ...The line to vote stretched around the front of the building and up the hill. I waited almost an hour to walk in, blot my vote in ink, and scan it into the electronic scan machines that we have here in Los Angeles.
It was worth every second that passed in that line. The joy, comradeship and history making lines made every single person voting with me proud to be an American!
I've voted in every election since I turned 18... It has been something that I've always admired about my family. My Grandma Shaffer served on the Democratic council in Colorado for over 30 years... And my Grandpa Smith was the County Commissioner in his hometown in Colorado, where I saw first hand the positive affect one person can have on our Democracy.
So whatever your belief is, whom ever you trust as our next President... Please vote! Go now, get off the internet and GO VOTE!!
It was worth every second that passed in that line. The joy, comradeship and history making lines made every single person voting with me proud to be an American!
I've voted in every election since I turned 18... It has been something that I've always admired about my family. My Grandma Shaffer served on the Democratic council in Colorado for over 30 years... And my Grandpa Smith was the County Commissioner in his hometown in Colorado, where I saw first hand the positive affect one person can have on our Democracy.
So whatever your belief is, whom ever you trust as our next President... Please vote! Go now, get off the internet and GO VOTE!!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Is it to early to start talking Christmas gifts???
I know, I know... I should not be thinking about what I want for Christmas just yet... Seeing as how tonight I will be going to the first of many Halloween parties that are scheduled this spooky holiday week! Nevertheless, I can't help but get excited for Christmas. Though I'm no longer a little boy... from time to time I like to remember what it felt like to start thinking about a Christmas list, and better yet... Begin dropping less than subtle hints to mom, dad, grandparents and generally anyone who would listen!!!
True, I would love peace on earth, an end to this war and for Obama to be our next president. Moreover, I know that in this wretched economy, the best Christmas gift I could give myself would be the gift of SAVING money... and share the gift of Love and Happiness instead of things that can be wrapped up in boxes...
But, gadget man that I am... topped with the fact that I love to read... Of course I fell in love with the new Amazon Kindle™, a wireless portable reading device with instant access to more than 190,000 books, blogs, newspapers and magazines. Whether you're in bed or on the train, Kindle lets you think of a book and get it in less than a minute.
Doesn't that sound amazing?
As much as I LOVE the smell of books, and how wonderful they look on my bookshelves... I think it would be an exceptional way to "go green" and save some trees!
Not to mention how awesome it would be to travel with 20 of my favorite books, magazines and newspapers without having to take more than one carry on!!!
So, okay... I realize that Christmas is so far away, and this handy little "Wonder Book" is NOT a necessity... But just writing this blog reminded me of how fun it is to dream!
True, I would love peace on earth, an end to this war and for Obama to be our next president. Moreover, I know that in this wretched economy, the best Christmas gift I could give myself would be the gift of SAVING money... and share the gift of Love and Happiness instead of things that can be wrapped up in boxes...
But, gadget man that I am... topped with the fact that I love to read... Of course I fell in love with the new Amazon Kindle™, a wireless portable reading device with instant access to more than 190,000 books, blogs, newspapers and magazines. Whether you're in bed or on the train, Kindle lets you think of a book and get it in less than a minute.
Doesn't that sound amazing?
As much as I LOVE the smell of books, and how wonderful they look on my bookshelves... I think it would be an exceptional way to "go green" and save some trees!
Not to mention how awesome it would be to travel with 20 of my favorite books, magazines and newspapers without having to take more than one carry on!!!
So, okay... I realize that Christmas is so far away, and this handy little "Wonder Book" is NOT a necessity... But just writing this blog reminded me of how fun it is to dream!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Democracy... I think...
I don't know about you... But these days times are tough! With a failing economy, lack of jobs and very few people seeing eye to eye on the "issues" or even talking about real change... I'm frustrated and overwhelmed!
I shot the photograph above in Denver during the DNC... It just caught my eye for so many reasons, the most obvious... It's laying on the pavement!
According to Wikipedia:
Democracy is a form of government in which the supreme power is held completely by the people under a free electoral system.
Doesn't it feel more like the supreme power is held in large corporations and elected officials that are ruled by said corporations?
What's worse, there is no escaping the reminder that Americans want and need change.
It's impossible to turn on the television without seeing attack ads FULL of half truths, twisted words and out of context quotes.
Even the news (no matter which channel you subscribe to) can you uncover what's really being said.
I have good friends, who have stopped talking to other friends because they disagree about the future of our country.
Then we have people running for office who, though they don't come right out and say it... believe that anyone who has a different opinion or passionate view on the future of OUR country might be Un-American!
Does it really matter what part of the country you come from? I believe that regardless of size, location and socioeconomic composite we are ALL grateful to live in a country where we have the right to speak freely and freely disagree with injustice.
I am grateful every single day, from morning until my head hits the pillow, that I live in a country that we are ALL equal...
...Even if it hasn't always been true or proves to be complicated from time to time...
Moreover, I feel blessed for every single woman and man who has ever served this country... For me, and my freedoms. In the name of Democracy.
So please, please, Sarah Palin (and other like minded thinkers) remember that we live in The United States of America the next time you divide a chunk of this great land "Pro-American"... I'd like to enlighten you, that though I have completely different ideas, hopes and dreams for what this country is and can be- I stand behind this UNITED country for ALL of its people...
Even the ones who think like you!
On a lighter note... I really hope that this economy turns around soon. There's got to be money out there, somewhere? Where did it all go? I hope we find it soon, or else I may end up living here:
I shot the photograph above in Denver during the DNC... It just caught my eye for so many reasons, the most obvious... It's laying on the pavement!
According to Wikipedia:
Democracy is a form of government in which the supreme power is held completely by the people under a free electoral system.
Doesn't it feel more like the supreme power is held in large corporations and elected officials that are ruled by said corporations?
What's worse, there is no escaping the reminder that Americans want and need change.
It's impossible to turn on the television without seeing attack ads FULL of half truths, twisted words and out of context quotes.
Even the news (no matter which channel you subscribe to) can you uncover what's really being said.
I have good friends, who have stopped talking to other friends because they disagree about the future of our country.
Then we have people running for office who, though they don't come right out and say it... believe that anyone who has a different opinion or passionate view on the future of OUR country might be Un-American!
Does it really matter what part of the country you come from? I believe that regardless of size, location and socioeconomic composite we are ALL grateful to live in a country where we have the right to speak freely and freely disagree with injustice.
I am grateful every single day, from morning until my head hits the pillow, that I live in a country that we are ALL equal...
...Even if it hasn't always been true or proves to be complicated from time to time...
Moreover, I feel blessed for every single woman and man who has ever served this country... For me, and my freedoms. In the name of Democracy.
So please, please, Sarah Palin (and other like minded thinkers) remember that we live in The United States of America the next time you divide a chunk of this great land "Pro-American"... I'd like to enlighten you, that though I have completely different ideas, hopes and dreams for what this country is and can be- I stand behind this UNITED country for ALL of its people...
Even the ones who think like you!
On a lighter note... I really hope that this economy turns around soon. There's got to be money out there, somewhere? Where did it all go? I hope we find it soon, or else I may end up living here:
J.A.P.S
Brooke Allison and Rachael Lawrence are J.A.P.S! Check out their music on itunes and don't miss their next concert:
Thursday, November 6, 2008 at 8:30pm
Location:
KING KING
Street:
6555 Hollywood Blvd.
City/Town:
Los Angeles, CA
I have the honor of choreographing for these two hot and talented musicians... They're funny and their music is fantastic!!!
Click on the link above for more information, or to watch a video or download J.A.P.S album!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Just because you're a Republican... Doesn't mean we can't be friends!
This is an Open Letter in response to a dear friend of mine who shares different views than I... She was recently attacked by someone she calls a close friend of hers for having a different outlook;
Dear Friend,
First let me begin by saying that, though I don't subscribe to many of your beliefs, I love you!
I hope that you will forward this reply to your friend as well.
I think that it is unfair for any one who calls himself (or herself) a friend, and uses words like Love to describe a bond that they share, should ever find a reason to attack the other party.
I believe that this idea is exactly what is wrong with politics in this country to begin with.
Let me be clear in saying that I find it sad when either side of the aisle uses hate tactics to 'win' or “scare” over their own party.
I am a Democrat for very obvious reasons, however my Dad, whom I love more than anyone on this planet, is a strong conservative Christian Republican... Does it make family gatherings tough? Sometimes. More often though, we have wonderful talks, debates and in the end, I've looked at an issue in a different way and so too has he.
Isn't it important to know all sides of an issue. Isn't that why we surround ourselves with smart, funny, outgoing people? To grow, and take a look at a different view once in a while?
Not to say that I believe I will ever share many of the views my father has. But to know that, at least we can have strong feelings, and love one another enough to find a fair and common ground.
Don't you think it would be wonderful if everyone who called themselves someone who cares about our country, would take the time to listen to the other half of the country? Maybe we would gain insight if we could actually listen, instead of resorting to hate and judgment of the other party and their hopes, dreams and Faith for the world they envision?
I pride myself on my strong opinions, and the opportunity to call myself a Democrat!
Nevertheless, I love you and your strong opinions. I value the perspective you bring to the table!
Wasn't there a leader who wanted ALL of their people to think the same? How did that end up in history again? Oh right I remember...
Finally, let's be clear about one thing: For every extremist Christian Hate group on your side... I'm sure you could find many radical extremists on mine... And though they may have very different platforms, the misguided hate is the same!
I think you should re-evaluate this person you call a friend... A true friend stands up for you, even when it is inconvenient for them.
And come November 5, after Obama has won... I'd love to have you over for dinner, wine and loving friendship!
Love,
Mattie
A photograph I shot while in Denver for the DNC
P. S. Vote No on 8! Churches will not lose any tax-exempt status... nor will they teach 2nd graders to want to be in same sex relationships... They’ll experiment with that in college, like everyone else has!
Dear Friend,
First let me begin by saying that, though I don't subscribe to many of your beliefs, I love you!
I hope that you will forward this reply to your friend as well.
I think that it is unfair for any one who calls himself (or herself) a friend, and uses words like Love to describe a bond that they share, should ever find a reason to attack the other party.
I believe that this idea is exactly what is wrong with politics in this country to begin with.
Let me be clear in saying that I find it sad when either side of the aisle uses hate tactics to 'win' or “scare” over their own party.
I am a Democrat for very obvious reasons, however my Dad, whom I love more than anyone on this planet, is a strong conservative Christian Republican... Does it make family gatherings tough? Sometimes. More often though, we have wonderful talks, debates and in the end, I've looked at an issue in a different way and so too has he.
Isn't it important to know all sides of an issue. Isn't that why we surround ourselves with smart, funny, outgoing people? To grow, and take a look at a different view once in a while?
Not to say that I believe I will ever share many of the views my father has. But to know that, at least we can have strong feelings, and love one another enough to find a fair and common ground.
Don't you think it would be wonderful if everyone who called themselves someone who cares about our country, would take the time to listen to the other half of the country? Maybe we would gain insight if we could actually listen, instead of resorting to hate and judgment of the other party and their hopes, dreams and Faith for the world they envision?
I pride myself on my strong opinions, and the opportunity to call myself a Democrat!
Nevertheless, I love you and your strong opinions. I value the perspective you bring to the table!
Wasn't there a leader who wanted ALL of their people to think the same? How did that end up in history again? Oh right I remember...
Finally, let's be clear about one thing: For every extremist Christian Hate group on your side... I'm sure you could find many radical extremists on mine... And though they may have very different platforms, the misguided hate is the same!
I think you should re-evaluate this person you call a friend... A true friend stands up for you, even when it is inconvenient for them.
And come November 5, after Obama has won... I'd love to have you over for dinner, wine and loving friendship!
Love,
Mattie
A photograph I shot while in Denver for the DNC
P. S. Vote No on 8! Churches will not lose any tax-exempt status... nor will they teach 2nd graders to want to be in same sex relationships... They’ll experiment with that in college, like everyone else has!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Andy Warhol- Not So Cool...
I was bored at home, and couldn’t sleep… so I decided to watch a movie on HBO on Demand. First off, thank God for HBO… Beside the fact that they have the most excellent original shows on television, I love that I can watch movies without ever having to leave my house. Which I am most grateful for now more than ever, since apparently in Los Angeles movie rental stores have all gone out of business.
No more Tower Video, and forget about Blockbuster! Beside the fact that the nearest one is much too far to drive in LA traffic, but then once you get there, you realize that new release movies are over $5! …No thank you! I’d rather spend that on Starbucks and watch whatever movie HBO has planned for my evening…
Tonight, I watched Factory Girl. I meant to see it in the theatre, mainly because I thought the trailer was interesting but mostly I wanted to see why everyone was so crazy for Sienna Miller.
…So, I think that Sienna did a wonderful job, and there is no doubt that she is a beautiful woman. But I couldn’t get over the relationship that Sienna's character had with Andy Warhol.
I think Andy Warhol was a dick!
Let me say this: I do not know much about Andy Warhol… I’ve obviously seen a great deal of his work, I’ve been to the Warhol Museum, and know that he was a huge personality for a long time and is probably responsible for Pop Art…
But after watching Factory Girl, I think he used people. It made me wonder if he kept all those people around in his factory so that he could steal their ideas and slap a lithographed print of soup on a canvas and call it pop art?
In the case of Factory Girl’s main character Edie Sedgwick (portrayed by Sienna Miller) Warhol just found her so interesting that he used her up, and once he no longer had a need for her… he left her at her weakest… All the while he believed that he had helped her and in fact made her a star.
In reality, Edie, who suffered from a major drug dependency, seemingly loved Andy and was willing to follow him along on any adventure, movie shoot or club.
Why I’m so bothered by this, is because Edie died at the age of 28, and though it was not Andy or anyone else’s fault (other than Edie…) In an interview that followed the day after her death, Andy Warhol showed no sympathy and went on to say that he didn’t really know her. I found that odd. That someone like Warhol (who studied her every move and was so infatuated with her that he introduced her to his mother) could be so indifferent to her passing.
Then I remembered a recent trip I took to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), and how I was feeling so inspired by the beauty that surrounded me. Even for the work I didn’t care for, I was able to see the great lengths each artist went to for their vision. I realized that there doesn’t have to be a set of rules that every individual or artist has to follow. I enjoyed the work of Monnet and though I am not a huge Picasso fan, I was able to accept that we all have a different voice. I was moved by almost every piece in that museum… It’s just impossible to compare the work of an abstract artist with that of a realist, or with any other classification for that matter. What I learned was that, no matter how the artist came about their work, and regardless of whether or not I cared for the style, art when done well can move people.
Then I came across an artist who thought art was to drowned a baby sheep in phermeldahide and leave it in a glass container… The title was called: Away From the Flock… And I thought, “yeah fucker, because of you!”
At what point do we draw a line? When does the need to have a voice and inspire people to think or be moved, turn in to killing helpless animals for display in a glass container at some museum? What am I learning from that? Lock up my dog whenever artist Damien Hirst is around?
I think that is what Andy Warhol did to Edie Sedgwick. He took a beautiful, interesting, loving girl, and put her in a glass container… and when she got too big for the fish bowl he created… he left her helpless, in a drugged comma like a fish without water…
No more Tower Video, and forget about Blockbuster! Beside the fact that the nearest one is much too far to drive in LA traffic, but then once you get there, you realize that new release movies are over $5! …No thank you! I’d rather spend that on Starbucks and watch whatever movie HBO has planned for my evening…
Tonight, I watched Factory Girl. I meant to see it in the theatre, mainly because I thought the trailer was interesting but mostly I wanted to see why everyone was so crazy for Sienna Miller.
…So, I think that Sienna did a wonderful job, and there is no doubt that she is a beautiful woman. But I couldn’t get over the relationship that Sienna's character had with Andy Warhol.
I think Andy Warhol was a dick!
Let me say this: I do not know much about Andy Warhol… I’ve obviously seen a great deal of his work, I’ve been to the Warhol Museum, and know that he was a huge personality for a long time and is probably responsible for Pop Art…
But after watching Factory Girl, I think he used people. It made me wonder if he kept all those people around in his factory so that he could steal their ideas and slap a lithographed print of soup on a canvas and call it pop art?
In the case of Factory Girl’s main character Edie Sedgwick (portrayed by Sienna Miller) Warhol just found her so interesting that he used her up, and once he no longer had a need for her… he left her at her weakest… All the while he believed that he had helped her and in fact made her a star.
In reality, Edie, who suffered from a major drug dependency, seemingly loved Andy and was willing to follow him along on any adventure, movie shoot or club.
Why I’m so bothered by this, is because Edie died at the age of 28, and though it was not Andy or anyone else’s fault (other than Edie…) In an interview that followed the day after her death, Andy Warhol showed no sympathy and went on to say that he didn’t really know her. I found that odd. That someone like Warhol (who studied her every move and was so infatuated with her that he introduced her to his mother) could be so indifferent to her passing.
Then I remembered a recent trip I took to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), and how I was feeling so inspired by the beauty that surrounded me. Even for the work I didn’t care for, I was able to see the great lengths each artist went to for their vision. I realized that there doesn’t have to be a set of rules that every individual or artist has to follow. I enjoyed the work of Monnet and though I am not a huge Picasso fan, I was able to accept that we all have a different voice. I was moved by almost every piece in that museum… It’s just impossible to compare the work of an abstract artist with that of a realist, or with any other classification for that matter. What I learned was that, no matter how the artist came about their work, and regardless of whether or not I cared for the style, art when done well can move people.
Then I came across an artist who thought art was to drowned a baby sheep in phermeldahide and leave it in a glass container… The title was called: Away From the Flock… And I thought, “yeah fucker, because of you!”
At what point do we draw a line? When does the need to have a voice and inspire people to think or be moved, turn in to killing helpless animals for display in a glass container at some museum? What am I learning from that? Lock up my dog whenever artist Damien Hirst is around?
I think that is what Andy Warhol did to Edie Sedgwick. He took a beautiful, interesting, loving girl, and put her in a glass container… and when she got too big for the fish bowl he created… he left her helpless, in a drugged comma like a fish without water…
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Pissed Off!!!
Right now, I'm so pissed off... About a lot of things really. But mainly, I'm up at 3:26 in the morning (because I can't sleep EVER!) and I noticed a typo in my previous blog, 'Crazy or Idealist?'
Anyway, I went to edit the improper grammar, and the f*&king blog editor erased my entire entry!!
Of course, I print out a back up, because God knows, as fun as technology can be, s@*t like this happens.
Long story short, the editor will not recognize separations in sentences or paragraphs! So there you have it!
Once a well written essay on how I never smile anymore, and now one crappy run on sentence!
Don't even get me started on Washington Mutual...
I love that the new CEO Alan Fishman, only on the job for three weeks, will walk away from the now seized financial institute with a severance package of $11 million dollars, not to mention his signing bonus of $7.5 million!!!
Meanwhile, if I were ONE day late with my credit card payment, they would call me, send me letters and raise my interest rate from 8% to 30%!!!!
...It's people like Alan Fishman, and other rich, old, white men (for the most part) who only care that they walk away with more money than God once they've left the company they are supposed to be in charge of in complete chaos! Who cares about ALL of the employees and their families, who are left without a job, without severance and without their retirement!I think Alan and people like him, should be less concerned with covering their ass when the company they take over fails, and more concerned about making changes so the company doesn't fail!
Isn't that their job? Why can they get away with not doing their job, screwing over everyone in their path, and still walking away a multi-millionaire?
Thank God our government stepped in... Oh wait, that's right... Our economy is worse than ever thanks to our superior leaders in Washington D. C.
Look familiar? Remind you of anyone else?
Well this is Alan Fishman, I just wanted you to have an image of the man who stands to walk away with over $18 million dollars after only 3 weeks of his job of 'saving' Washington Mutual.
Anyway, I went to edit the improper grammar, and the f*&king blog editor erased my entire entry!!
Of course, I print out a back up, because God knows, as fun as technology can be, s@*t like this happens.
Long story short, the editor will not recognize separations in sentences or paragraphs! So there you have it!
Once a well written essay on how I never smile anymore, and now one crappy run on sentence!
Don't even get me started on Washington Mutual...
I love that the new CEO Alan Fishman, only on the job for three weeks, will walk away from the now seized financial institute with a severance package of $11 million dollars, not to mention his signing bonus of $7.5 million!!!
Meanwhile, if I were ONE day late with my credit card payment, they would call me, send me letters and raise my interest rate from 8% to 30%!!!!
...It's people like Alan Fishman, and other rich, old, white men (for the most part) who only care that they walk away with more money than God once they've left the company they are supposed to be in charge of in complete chaos! Who cares about ALL of the employees and their families, who are left without a job, without severance and without their retirement!I think Alan and people like him, should be less concerned with covering their ass when the company they take over fails, and more concerned about making changes so the company doesn't fail!
Isn't that their job? Why can they get away with not doing their job, screwing over everyone in their path, and still walking away a multi-millionaire?
Thank God our government stepped in... Oh wait, that's right... Our economy is worse than ever thanks to our superior leaders in Washington D. C.
Look familiar? Remind you of anyone else?
Well this is Alan Fishman, I just wanted you to have an image of the man who stands to walk away with over $18 million dollars after only 3 weeks of his job of 'saving' Washington Mutual.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Crazy or Idealist?
I hate the word depressed. Truth is for the majority of my life I've taken pride in the fact that whatever setbacks big or small, I can keep moving forward.
Most recently, major milestones in my life have come to pass...
I turned thirty.
Wow.
I've said it aloud a few times in the past five months, but this may be the first time I've put it in writing.
Aside from hitting the next decade in my life, I've also been struggling with rather inconsequential things i the grand scheme of life. Never the less, the aftermath of these roadblocks have left a larger scar than I've ever noticed in my overall well being.
I walked passed a mirror in a department store the other day, and I noticed a terrifying display.
It was my face without a smile... To some it may not seem like much, but to me, it was a major bummer.
Beyond the fact that I just look more desirable while smiling... It was a sad realization that my inner feelings have somehow made their way out.
I started to take stock in my observation:
I don't laugh as often or smile as much.Which lead me down a chain of events that kept me searching for answers and asking questions to ideas I was sure I had already figured out.
Am I an unhappy person? Do my friends view me as someone who is always depressed? Is it because I'm not where I thought I'd be? Is it because I'm not sure I want the things I used to?
And my biggest fear of all:
Do you really loss your idealism slowly, silently and with certainty?When did this happen?
As I explored my feelings, I accepted many concessions.
First, that turning thirty has had a greater impact than I've let on to myself. Another, that goals and dreams that may not have been as important to me in the past, are gradually taking hold of my attention.
In the past week I've been more aware of feelings I would ordinarily turn a blind-eye to. I took note of what made me smile or laugh. How I felt while I watched a movie. How passionate I got while watching a political discussion on TV. Or how pissed off I've become at a friends unwarranted attacks.
Evaluating my day-to-day events has reminded me that at the end of each day, I am the same person I was ten, fifteen or more years ago. My hopes and prayers are the same. My struggles are very similar, despite some on a more heightened level.
I uncovered what I want, although in a different order of importance, is still very much the same.
I remembered that it comes down to my choice.
I was in church this past Sunday, (yes church...) and the priest reminded me that, 'strength comes when we need it...' We are capable of much more than we think, and sometimes need to be inspired to reinvent an idea or dream.
Equally, he continued to evoke my conviction to triumph over my current struggles with this, 'Our mothers' greatest suffering, produced what most would consider their greatest joy:
a child.'
It left me in such an inspired mood. Not to give in to my self-inflicted ageism, insecurity and fear.
The fascinating thing is, no sooner than I began to shift my sad thought into a plan of attack for getting on with my life-
I received a call that I booked a job.
I'm always amazed that no matter how long the suffering and hopelessness exists, all it takes for me to get back on the horse, is one phone call!
Does that make me crazy or just a slightly older idealist?...
Who cares, today I'm smiling!
Most recently, major milestones in my life have come to pass...
I turned thirty.
Wow.
I've said it aloud a few times in the past five months, but this may be the first time I've put it in writing.
Aside from hitting the next decade in my life, I've also been struggling with rather inconsequential things i the grand scheme of life. Never the less, the aftermath of these roadblocks have left a larger scar than I've ever noticed in my overall well being.
I walked passed a mirror in a department store the other day, and I noticed a terrifying display.
It was my face without a smile... To some it may not seem like much, but to me, it was a major bummer.
Beyond the fact that I just look more desirable while smiling... It was a sad realization that my inner feelings have somehow made their way out.
I started to take stock in my observation:
I don't laugh as often or smile as much.Which lead me down a chain of events that kept me searching for answers and asking questions to ideas I was sure I had already figured out.
Am I an unhappy person? Do my friends view me as someone who is always depressed? Is it because I'm not where I thought I'd be? Is it because I'm not sure I want the things I used to?
And my biggest fear of all:
Do you really loss your idealism slowly, silently and with certainty?When did this happen?
As I explored my feelings, I accepted many concessions.
First, that turning thirty has had a greater impact than I've let on to myself. Another, that goals and dreams that may not have been as important to me in the past, are gradually taking hold of my attention.
In the past week I've been more aware of feelings I would ordinarily turn a blind-eye to. I took note of what made me smile or laugh. How I felt while I watched a movie. How passionate I got while watching a political discussion on TV. Or how pissed off I've become at a friends unwarranted attacks.
Evaluating my day-to-day events has reminded me that at the end of each day, I am the same person I was ten, fifteen or more years ago. My hopes and prayers are the same. My struggles are very similar, despite some on a more heightened level.
I uncovered what I want, although in a different order of importance, is still very much the same.
I remembered that it comes down to my choice.
I was in church this past Sunday, (yes church...) and the priest reminded me that, 'strength comes when we need it...' We are capable of much more than we think, and sometimes need to be inspired to reinvent an idea or dream.
Equally, he continued to evoke my conviction to triumph over my current struggles with this, 'Our mothers' greatest suffering, produced what most would consider their greatest joy:
a child.'
It left me in such an inspired mood. Not to give in to my self-inflicted ageism, insecurity and fear.
The fascinating thing is, no sooner than I began to shift my sad thought into a plan of attack for getting on with my life-
I received a call that I booked a job.
I'm always amazed that no matter how long the suffering and hopelessness exists, all it takes for me to get back on the horse, is one phone call!
Does that make me crazy or just a slightly older idealist?...
Who cares, today I'm smiling!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Video Music Awards... Really???
Is it just me, or was watching the 2008 VMAs an experience you hope you can forget!
I can't believe I wasted valuable DVR space recording the crap MTV called an award show.
For those of you old enough to remember...
Watching tonight's broadcast was liking watching and episode of Beverly Hills 90210 (old cast) "Brandon Tries Drugs at a Rave."
Season 2, Episode 15: U4EA
The idea to host an awards show on the backlot of Paramount was probably the first mistake. It was bad enough to hear Riahnnon sing in that space that was designed to control sound, and not amplify it. Then they would cut to shots of a lackluster clump of "guests" sitting in what looked like metal folding chairs that we use at our family reunions each summer in my grandmas backyard!
The highlight for me however, was experiencing the Jonas Brothers for the first time. I honestly thought it was a joke... The three tweens sat on a fake stoop in 1940s style garb. The super cheezzzzzzzeeeeee facade was supposed to look like NYC (I think...) and instead looked like a busted version of "Sesame Street." No offense to "Sesame Street" even they would have pulled the plug on that idea!
Even OSCAR winner Jamie Foxx couldn't get the audience motivated to get up on their feet.
The only glimmer of hope was a performance by Pink. Proving that an artist can overcome one bad idea after another. And all the campy schtick if you just sing your guts out and show some T and A.
Oh yes, and we should not forget Britney. She won her first VMA, thanked God, and was out of there... EVEN SHE realized how busted the night was going to be!
Practically the only thing worse than watching the VMAs, would be watching a bunch of dumb-ass people jumping through cardboard cut-outs for an hour long game show...
Oh thank heavens, Fox is more than just fair and balanced news...
tomorrow night they will be enriching the great American audience with the premier of "Hole in the Wall!"
Now that is TV worth watching.
I can't believe I wasted valuable DVR space recording the crap MTV called an award show.
For those of you old enough to remember...
Watching tonight's broadcast was liking watching and episode of Beverly Hills 90210 (old cast) "Brandon Tries Drugs at a Rave."
Season 2, Episode 15: U4EA
The idea to host an awards show on the backlot of Paramount was probably the first mistake. It was bad enough to hear Riahnnon sing in that space that was designed to control sound, and not amplify it. Then they would cut to shots of a lackluster clump of "guests" sitting in what looked like metal folding chairs that we use at our family reunions each summer in my grandmas backyard!
The highlight for me however, was experiencing the Jonas Brothers for the first time. I honestly thought it was a joke... The three tweens sat on a fake stoop in 1940s style garb. The super cheezzzzzzzeeeeee facade was supposed to look like NYC (I think...) and instead looked like a busted version of "Sesame Street." No offense to "Sesame Street" even they would have pulled the plug on that idea!
Even OSCAR winner Jamie Foxx couldn't get the audience motivated to get up on their feet.
The only glimmer of hope was a performance by Pink. Proving that an artist can overcome one bad idea after another. And all the campy schtick if you just sing your guts out and show some T and A.
Oh yes, and we should not forget Britney. She won her first VMA, thanked God, and was out of there... EVEN SHE realized how busted the night was going to be!
Practically the only thing worse than watching the VMAs, would be watching a bunch of dumb-ass people jumping through cardboard cut-outs for an hour long game show...
Oh thank heavens, Fox is more than just fair and balanced news...
tomorrow night they will be enriching the great American audience with the premier of "Hole in the Wall!"
Now that is TV worth watching.
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