Archive | August, 2010

“You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself…”

28 Aug

Photo via FFFOUND!

I loved this photo immediately when I came across it. The colors are vibrantly saturated and the irony of the letters is hilarious surrounded by happy balloons and sprinkles. But what I loved most was the imagined story I see behind the photograph.

The birthday boy here is 6 so like, duh he doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. But you know, sometimes Mom just wants say to the little precocious nightmare, “Bobby, STFU. I exist here too, goddamnit!” She was probably baking this cake for the person she loves most in the world, little Bobby, but was distracted, whilst stirring the batter, by all the terrible things he had done during the last week.

Bobby pushed his sister Sally down the stairs leaving her a paraplegic, he colored all over the walls of his room with Mom’s expensive adult crayons and started a coup on the playground where he held 5 weaker children hostage while threatening their lives if he didn’t get a free week of hot lunch.

As she stirred and stirred, she became angrier replaying her impromptu parent-teacher conference where Bobby was expelled from 1st grade, all the hospital visits to Sally’s bedside and the resulting medical bills piling up. She remembered how much work it was to explain to the cleaning lady how to properly remove crayons from Bobby’s bedroom wall and how pissed she was on Thursday when she wanted to color but had no supplies.

Mom remembered all these things and she found herself making an extra trip to the grocery store to find just the right letters to sum up her sentiments.

And this cake is what came out. And boy, does it look delicious.

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And I am Telling You – to bow down to Jennifer Holliday, or else.

26 Aug

I am posting the below video for multiple reasons. This is an homage to Jennifer Holliday, a sharing of my obsession for this song and also because I somehow came across this video, today though I can’t remember why…

Oh, yes I can.

Here it is: Tonight I will be partaking in karaoke and I was piecing together my set list along with my dressing room demands. (They had better not forget my Diet A&W Root Beer or heads will roll.)

Karoake is something I love that a lot of people despise. I get it – you don’t want to sing in front other people, especially because you likely suck at it. As my mother describes it, she hears the tune in her head perfectly but can’t make it come out right. Is that it? I wouldn’t know because my voice is like rainbows and sunshine to all surrounding me.

But anyway, I was telling my boyfriend, who also creates colorful arches upon singing (especially with his rendition of “Creep” by Radiohead), that my set list closer is going to be “And I am Telling You (I’m Not Going)” by Jennifer Holliday.  Particularly, I am going to sing, note for note, the below version.

FYI – The rest of the set list is confidential and you’ll have to make an appearance to find out more.

I think after watching this video, one of the best musical performances of all time, you will understand why I never say the word “karaoke” without “and OMG I’m so singing Jennifer Holliday” immediately afterwards.

Go ahead. Feast your senses with this cornucopia of sound and visuals.

I have created the below display for you lovely readers so you may bask in all the glory of JH’s facial expression. Rest assured I will be replicating these, too, during my performance tonight. I have this down to a science, don’t think I don’t.

Voila!

Favorites? Have a little fun and put some captions to the above. You’ll get a giggle, I promise.

Here’s an example for bottom row, center: OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!

Any other recommendations for tonight’s karaoke sesh or any other future ones??

Poppies…Poppies!

24 Aug

I’d like to kick off this blog talking about something that is super cool. Crime. Agree or disagree???

Okay sooooo, I don’t think it’s good per se but there is something fascinating to me about thievery especially in the art world. Perhaps Dan Brown and his DaVinci Code got to me too, (though I doubt it because his writing sucks) but something inside me tingles when I get to read a little ditty on stolen artwork.

Van Gogh's "Poppy Flowers"

I bring this up now, because as some of you may know there was a Van Gogh painting worth an estimated $55 million stolen from the Mahmoud Khalil Museum in Cairo, Egypt. Apparently out of the 43 cameras in said museum, only seven were working. Oh, and none of the alarms were working either. Great security! Top notch, really. I’m surprised the initially suspected Italian couple didn’t actually wander off with 23 paintings in the guy’s Italian leather, Gucci man-purse.

Now they’ve beefed up security and what not, but like –a little too little too late!  Am I right??? Anyone?? People have been arrested, borders are being patrolled, corruption is likely spreading by the minute and someone is writing this movie script as we speak.

On the bright side, it’s a darn tootin’ good thing this happened for the crime fighters out there.  Think of all the mummy-related mysteries this will entail and all the codes that will have to be cracked by the detectives, likely an attractive, well-dressed woman and her handsome male counterpart with a smart hat and fabulous one-liners. Though it may be real life, I’m sure their investigation (which will end with them falling for each other, naturally, recovering the painting and instead of turning it in, hanging it on the wall in their secret love nest in St. Bart’s) will be full of glamour and movie-magic. Rooms will be dark, power will go out, large caves of Egyptian treasures will abound. Man, I should have gone into international crime fighting.

But alas, I did not. And here I write, not in support of art thievery because let’s be honest, it’s an utter travesty that this particular painting was cut out of it’s frame thus changing it forever. That makes me very, very sad. Yet there is something mysterious and interesting about the underground world of art that I want to know more about! So I slurp up these stories like I do my grandmommy’s matzah ball soup (mmmm, so good).

If you are like me and have a hankering for some real life art mystery, you should read The Gardner Heist by Ulrich Boser. I enjoyed it very much and it whet my appetite for more, more, MORE! I was also recommended The Rescue Artist by a nice old man employee at Borders once. So perhaps check that one out too!

ZANNAZINE

23 Aug

I already have a blog but I’m starting another. If you are reading this, then you are here. At my other blog.  I’ll cut right to the chase and give you some context. There are a few reasons for the birth of this site, ZANNAZINE, as it is so called. They are as follows:

1. Itchiness. As all of you who read Miss Young and Restless know, I have recently started a new stage of my life where I am no longer a full-time, nine-to-fiver. I have consequently saved my sanity but also freed up some extra time. Thus I have begun to itch for new projects and new ways to express myself in addition to Miss Y&R. This blog is one of the ways in which I am doing this.

2. Y&R block (not to be confused with H&R Block as this is not about taxes. Heavens, no.): On my other blog, which is still near and dear to me, and on which I still intend to write, I have become somewhat conflicted as to what I should be posting there. It’s not really nichey, per se, nor is it focused in any one area unless you consider my stream-of-consciousness specific enough. I really enjoy a forum to communicate my ideas, whatever they may be, but I want a more focused blog niche as well.

3. Art: I am passionate about it, in most of its embodiments. I enjoy looking at it, reading it, listening to it, thinking about it and creating it. It’s something I don’t do enough of or think enough about on a daily basis and I intend to change this. This blog is going to facilitate my (and hopefully your!) discussion and creation of art, in the form of writing, painting, design, et cetera, et cetera.

So finally – “What is this blog going to be about,” you ask.

On ZANNAZINE, I will be limiting my communications to art, so not really limiting them at all. I want to write about design, paintings, movies, songs, and writing as well as do these things myself and post them here. I promise I’ll try to amuse you as well as myself so this isn’t an entirely narcissistic project.

Anywho – we’ll see how things go. Without further ado…Enjoy!