Garden Party

These are some of my favorite summer photos. Whimsical, bright, and colorful... the epitome of summer.

2012 Twitter

So I've started the 2012 trend stream on Twitter. Check it out for what to expect in the impending year. Post your views on 2012 below. I'd love to hear some good ones.

Ex. 2012 is indicative of the birth of a lovechild between Tilda Swinton and Christopher Walken #2012

Gobelins

Beautiful. Epic. Lush. Innovative. Dream.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxhejQsrbfs

Not About Love

Despite the title, this amazing Fiona Apple music video is a perfect depiction of my relationship with my boyfriend. Spot on, Fiona.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SnFiaQ9ukM


I really do believe that we are that quirky disgustingly playful couple that pride ourselves on our unending harrassment of one another.

Stuck inside trying to concentrate on a final paper for Modern Criticism... I just can't feel that critical on a day as lovely as this.... but apparently I am fine enough to write a hundred post-its and notes all over of things to remember around my apartment. Ah summer, le sigh.

Style Icon of the Week

I would pay a pretty penny for that kind of perfection.

For My Future Apartment

Please?

Style Icons of the Moment

Grace Kelly









Bridget Bardot

Claudia Cardinale

Twiggy

Edie Sedgewick

Temporary Art

I love this sequence of temporary art. Lyric and quote. Day by day.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/xtrapop/sets/72157600032882227/

Pink Is The New Black

A Well Inked World

Missed Connections

So I have become the constant peruser of craigslist. I find it invigorating.My favorite section has become the "missed connections" sector, better known as I saw this person and I'm going to profess my love and damned hope they come and look on here section. Today was the first time I've found an article written for/about me and I feel completely flattered.



You were fond of Harry Chapin and other music that most folks in your peergroup wouldn't even know of. You had a calm, dedicated, certainty about what you like and where you are going. You had red hair and were quite refreshing. I was intrigued and pleasantly surprised to run into such a together woman. I only wanted to get in touch so that we might just enjoy a drink sometime soon. With or without Carl!

it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

Booyah!

Oh Craigslist, You Slay Me

hot red headed tattoo artist on haight - m4w - 69 (lower haight)

Date: 2009-06-11, 6:05PM PDT

you fucking hot bitch i have to start wearing a diaper because i cum in my pants when i see you if my dick was a sword you would be that terrified peasant that i stab over and over in some viking rape/pillage thing you have no idea i was raised in a secret underground fuck laboratory, engineered for total vagina destruction i specialize in "oh my god the fucking building is collapsing it's the apocolypse and we're fucking dead" kind of sex you sexy whore you better get insurance on your place because i'm gonna get in there and fuck you through the walls into the neighbors place oh yeh, get really loud speakers too i don't want the cops showing up because everyone within 2 blocks reported sounds of animal torture oh god i wanna do some crazy wizard shit on you, magic wand style breakdance on your tits is gonna make you speak weird snake languages where all words mean fuck me oh leave some panties on your doorknob for me to sniff leave a key and you'll wake up pregnant

Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits

"If you knew how I long for you now that you're gone, you'd grow wings and fly home to me, home tonight. And in the morning sun, let's pretend we're bunny rabbits. Let's do it all day long. Let abbots, Babbitts, and Cabots say Mother Nature's wrong. And when we've had a coupla beers, we'll put on bunny suits. I long to nibble your ears and do as bunnies do. Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits. Let's do it all day long, rapidly becoming rabid, singing little rabbit songs. I can keep it up all night. I can keep it up all day. Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits until we pass away." -The Magnetic Fields

Blue Siberia

Candy to my eyes and ears.

Music is done by an instrumental band called Star FK Radium who work on sort of a "musicbox" genre.

Letters From The Urinal

San Francisco State really is a breeding ground for imaginative thought, artistry, and new perception. I can remember in nearly every public bathroom I have dared to enter, there is a series of fowl pen scratches in the chipped paint veneer of the stalls. Usually the notes are something about sex or anger or large phalluses of particular length or veinyness. In the SFSU bathrooms however, there is a different kind of sstall art going on. Each bathroom stall contains its own individual chalkboard for the students and otherwise to put their thoughts. What a thoroughly ingenious idea. Combat tagging in a productive sense. Three cups of coffee in my morning modern criticism class sent me to the Humanities bathroom on break. In my stall a number of poems and wise words were scrawled on the large blackboard on the right hand side. The one that caught my eye was this.

"Years from now none of ths will matter."

6/10

“Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live”- Charles Bukowski

Hepburn

Will there ever be another Audrey? Where did classy go?

Sphinx Love

Twit for Tat

You can follow my continuous daily rantings on Twitter as well now that my iphone lets me stream my consciousness on a 160 word basis at any point of the day. I am now streaming via subway muni, beach side, hill top, and various forms of urbanity. Follow me at _Jennaway_.
And away we go.

Art

More power to her. I find this inspiring.

http://news.aol.com/health/article/brain-lesion-sparks-painters-creativity/507311?icid=mainmaindl3link3http%3A%2F%2Fnews.aol.com%2Fhealth%2Farticle%2Fbrain-lesion-sparks-painters-creativity%2F507311

Polar-Bear-Ness

Just another weekend in San Francisco

An Almost Made Up Poem

I see you drinking at a fountain with tinyblue hands, no, your hands are not tinythey are small, and the fountain is in Francewhere you wrote me that last letter andI answered and never heard from you again.you used to write insane poems aboutANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and youknew famous artists and most of themwere your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealousbecause we’ never met. we got close once inNew Orleans, one half block, but never met, nevertouched. so you went with the famous and wroteabout the famous, and, of course, what you found outis that the famous are worried abouttheir fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bedwith them, who gives them that, and then awakensin the morning to write upper case poems aboutANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ toldus, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. maybeit was the upper case. you were one of thebest female poets and I told the publishers, editors, “ her, print her, she’ mad but she’magic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I loved youlike a man loves a woman he never touches, onlywrites to, keeps little photographs of. I would haveloved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling acigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, alllovers betray. it didn’ help. you saidyou had a crying bench and it was by a bridge andthe bridge was over a river and you sat on the cryingbench every night and wept for the lovers who hadhurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but neverheard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met youI would probably have been unfair to you or youto me. it was best like this. Charles Bukowski

Tree Paper

I want this wallpaper in my future apartment.

How Fitting

Imperfection

I’m tired of making mistakes. I’m even more tired of getting things right. Nothing is happening. Everything is safely in slow motion, played backwards, edited and clarified. I despise that kihnd of professionalism. What is more beautiful than a misspelled word or a birthmark on the side of the face? There is so much beauty in error.

It’s not that I am saying that people should go around and demolish the human language with error, but a deliberate change in the system can be so eloquent if done correctly. To mar perfection, or so it’s called, is to be an artist. Am I right? The man who murders a white canvas with a red brush is a disturber of the peace, but what comes out of it is this thing called art. Those who frown on imperfection are merely negating their own humanity. Man is the greatest imperfection. The man who wears the scars is the canvas of a source of greater power. Those who lack the physiognomy of the scarred man are not the one’s in power because they will never know true imperfection.

Fear

The man with no legs will always appreciate walking more than the man who retains this ability because he will never again know what it’s like. What does this tell us? We should always try new things because one day it could all go away. Human imperfection. Fear. Why do we fear? Because the body retains its own sense of mortality and immortality. If the body feels immortal, it will prolong doing things relative to the fear because it believe it will have a lifetime or more to experience an event. The body that feels mortality will retaliate against its owner and will become overwhelmed with the sanctity of its own form that it will repeal against the task. So how is one to conquer the complex of mortality and immortality? To indulge. To indulge is the only way to feel. To indulge is the only way to be alive.

Numb v. Pain

I'm having trouble lately. The pain is back. Now that I have escaped the numbness, here is the pain. I'm doubting myself, I'm doubting everything. I haven't hurt myself in a while and now the thought of it tastes sweet. Why must I always choose between numbness and pain? Why is it the pleasure lies only in pain and the numbness the antihero of the two? I hate that I hurt. I hate more that I love to hurt. Pain drives me, pushes me. Makes me bleed (If not literally). So which is worse, the numbness of the pain? To be devoid of pain and feel nothing or to be in pain and feel everything? Where is the happy medium. Where is the pleasure in everything and nothing? Which will make you bleed faster?

Places To Go, Things to See

San Francisco Botanical Garden
Free

San Francisco's unique botanical garden inspires visitors with the extraordinary diversity of rare and unusual plants that can be grown in coastal California. Through its programs and displays, the Garden celebrates the bond between people and plants, and instills a deeper understanding of the necessity to conserve Earth's biological diversity. The library is open Monday-Sunday 10:00am-4:00pm but closed on major holidays. The bookstore is open Monday-Friday 10:00am-4:00pm. Time: Monday-Friday 8:00am-4:30pm, Saturday-Sunday and Holidays 10:00am-5:00pm

CCA Wattis Institute for Contemporary Arts
Museum

Established in 1998 at California College of the Arts, the Wattis Institute serves as a forum for the presentation and discussion of leading-edge local, national, and international contemporary culture. Time: Tuesday 11:00am-7:00pm, Wednesday 11:00am-6:00pm, Thursday 11:00am-7:00pm, Friday and Saturday 11:00am-6:00pm

The Exploratorium
Museum

The Exploratorium is an experimental, hands-on museum designed to spark curiosity - regardless of your age or your familiarity with science. With hundreds of exhibits to touch, look through, pick up, and tinker with, let curiosity be your compass to endless discoveries! The Exploratorium is located in the Palace of Fine Arts, near the Golden Gate Bridge. Exhibits cover a range of subject areas, including human perception (such as vision, hearing, learning, and cognition), the life sciences, and physical phenomena (such as light, motion, electricity, waves and resonance, and weather). A wide variety of public programs, artists-in-residence projects, and demonstrations accompany all exhibit collections. Admission Notes: Museum admission is free the first Wednesday of every month. Time: Tuesday-Sunday 10:00am-5:00pm, Closed Monday

The Cannery
Special Events & Festivals

The Cannery at Del Monte Square is one of San Francisco's most treasured places. Located at the foot of Columbus Street overlooking San Francisco Bay, and originally built in 1907, The Cannery was once the largest peach cannery in the world. Today, The Cannery at Del Monte Square is a vibrant waterfront marketplace featuring one-of-a-kind shops and restaurants, offices, live entertainment, and a world-class jazz club. The brick warehouse was converted into three levels of winding walkways, balconies and bridges surrounding an inviting courtyard with 130-year-old olive trees and several outdoor cafes. The Cannery's European charm, unique shops and restaurants, and award-winning architecture make it one of the finest shopping and dining experiences in the world. Time: Monday-Saturday 10:00am, Sunday 11:00am

Monterey Bay Aquarium
Museum

At the Monterey Bay Aquarium you can explore award-winning exhibits, participate in fun activities for all ages and learn more about life in the oceans. Discover why the Monterey Bay Aquarium is recognized as the nation's finest aquarium and number three top-rated family attraction in the United States. Located on Monterey's historic Cannery Row, right on the edge of beautiful Monterey Bay and just minutes from Carmel and Pebble Beach. With each visit, you'll find something new, and your visit supports the Aquarium's efforts to inspire conservation of the oceans. Ongoing Exhibits: "Wild About Otters" "Mission to the Deep" "Giant Octopus" "Sandy Shores" "Outer Bay" "Rocky Shores" "Life on the Bay" "Sea Otters" "Kelp Forest" "Monterey Bay Habitats" "Splash Zone" Hours Notes: From May 28-September 5 and Holidays, the Aquarium opens at 9:30am. The Aquarium is open every day except December 25. Time: Sunday-Saturday 10:00am-6:00pm

...more to come...

Sonoma Air

I wish everyday was a warm Sonoma spring day. That I may sit atop a tattered couch on a balcony overlooking the earth. I feel more at home by my lonesome taking in the tranquility in a second of a day. Time moves so much slower when you are moving backwards. I'm not regressing, just becoming more primal in my needs. Waste not, want not; and all I want it to spend an hour of my day in the sun. Distance means nothing to me. Time is nothing.

All life is broken down into blades of grass. So small am I to a predecessor of chartreuse beginnings. I suppose I find trees my greatest safety for they are my mother and my father. Trees are the parents to my parents and their parents still. So small am I compared to the trees. So safe.

Weeds

You inhabited my garden with your hand full of seeds,

I let you in, hopeful for roses,

All you planted were weeds.

Spiders on Drugs

And yet another reason to wake up in the morning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHzdsFiBbFc&eurl=http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendId=97568&page=4&feature=player_embedded

Pachelbel Canon Rant

Cellists will definitely appreciate this one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM&eurl=http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendId=97568&page=4&feature=player_embedded

The Best of Craigslist

I found this review on Craigslist and LOVED it!

I'm not an experienced motion picture critic, but since I have have more than a passing familiarity with the cast of this stunning production, I feel qualified to discuss the highlights of the film and it's accidental theatrical release. "My Boyfriend's Sex Tape" was an chance discovery. One of those little gems that you stumble on to, have no idea what it might be about, but decide, "What the hell? This might be the video record of Aunt Fran's 60th birthday party that I've been searching for. I'll just check." But, ah, no. The opening montage erased any thoughts of Aunt Fran. Or even any recollection that I have an Aunt Fran. There, on an cinematically sad-looking bed, was sprawled his ex-girlfriend, in all her pasty-white, split-ended, two-inches-of-roots-on-her-already-atrocious-dye-job comeliness. She giggled. She looked demure. She raised her eyes in wonder and a bit of fear, as though it were her first time. What an amazing actress! To convey such wide-eyed virginity when one and all are aware that she is probably the biggest slut known to mankind. At this point I became aware of the music. May I commend the director, my boyfriend, on his unexpected choice of what seemed to be early '90s euro-pop. You might think, "A sex tape? But of course the background would be Barry White! Or perhaps the soulful stylings of some other R&B legend. Or maybe even Aerosmith." But no. I'm quite certain that the background music originated in Eastern Europe, right around the time that Banarama finally made it over there. And then! Then leading man's entrance....what can I say? Was I more bowled over by the fact that my boyfriend had a huge zit on his ass, or by the fact that judging by tan, haircut and approximate fat/muscle ratio this film was made in the not-to-distant past.

Fuck you, asshole. Next time, erase the goddamn thing, hide it (really, really well), or just be a man and tell me the truth.

The Bret Michaels Weave

Bret Michaels + synthetic hair weave = Fucking Amazing

"combined of my [natural] hair and the finest extensions Europe has to offer. I do the show without [the bandanna] on all the time and they won't film me. They are like, 'Put your bandanna back on. It is your image.' It is my signature thing." - Bret Michaels

This motha fucka lost his mind when he lost his hair.

Gay TV

I found the San Francisco Gay Channel. I am in awe. God bless San Francisco and the Castro.

St. Patrick's Day

I should be drunk on green beer and car bombs. I should be jumping off three story buildings. I should be anonymously making out. I should be alot of thing but instead I am on my couch on my blog. I had my beer. I wore my green. My liver is spared for the day. Everyone seems to be outside having a St. Paddy's smoke sesh... Damn, I want a cigarette.

Addiction

I have a new addiction. It's kind of twisted. I was trying too figure out the difference in pills that ended up mixed together in containers and where better than google, right? Right. There is this whole diaboloical operation of drug connesieurs on the internet. Any pill, any combination... it's on there. It makes Erowid look weak. Anyways after distinguishing the difference in ambien and xanax I took to a little scheming of my own. These sites are amazing. As for my new addiction... Mothers who find pills in their kids backpaks, pockets, drawers.... They're all on there. All the little stories and ingenious parenting techniques. I find it fascinating. And this is coming from someone whose mother knows pretty much everything I've done... well a superficial skim I should say. But check it out sometime. It's really a faschinating read.

Dear Participants

Today is day one. This is my coffee-induced idea that I am forcing upon myself. I have to make myself write every day whether I am a lazy sonofabitch or not. This is for blogging only. My musings and poetry are all on my other blog... which is much more personal and makes me feel naked. Really freaking naked...


...So welcome and feel free to comment as you wish.