Really sad to hear about MCA…really sad. He definitely had a hand in sparking my interest in Buddhism. Funny how someone you never met can inadvertently change you. Rest in peace.
Beastie Boys Video An Open Letter To NYC Video (by FerrisBueller2000)
Late night music listening experience…Blunderbuss by Jack White. OMG! Thinking about a conversation I had with a lovely guy named Tim on a hot Friday night in Long Beach, September of 2009 when we decided that everything that Jack White touches turns to gold…he is a strange genius!
I feel ya, Jack!
I Guess I Should Go to Sleep - Jack White, Blunderbuss.
It’s the Preezy of the United Steezy! It’s the Barackness Monster! It’s the POTUS with the MOTUS! It’s a genius way for the Preezy to deliver his student loan message. A clever piece of advertising! Can’t imagine Mitt doing this. If he did it do it…he would never be as cool. Right now somewhere, Camp Romney is going: “Gosh darnit Camp Obama!”
And, I can’t believe he didn’t even crack a smile (Obama, not Fallon, that boy is always smirking)!
::drops mic::
Slow Jam The News with President Barack Obama!
My first impression of Rufus Wainwright’s ‘Out of the Game’ is that it makes me want to sing out in a running-around-my parents’-house-singing-Broadway-songs-and-putting-on-plays-in-the-living-room kind of way. I used to do that as a kid.
http://www.npr.org/2012/04/22/150736532/first-listen-rufus-wainwright-out-of-the-game
So, being that I woke up grumpy and annoyed today I am going to share a random and confusing text conversation I had with someone on Thursday.
On Thursday I got a text from a number that wasn’t in my address book.
”Hey just wanna wish u a beautiful day!” Peace From: +1415513xxxx
Me: “Hey Thanks! Who is this?”
“Jason I’m a dancer and a healer. Just had ur number and wanted to share the love :D”
-It wasn’t ringing any bells. I was drawing a complete blank.
Me: “Thanks, I appreciate it, but how do I know you?”
Jason: “Yea prob at a club lol?”
Jason: “Or kung fu?”
Me: “Noooo….not kung fu…prob not a club either….”
Jason: “All good. Anything can be a good outlet:D. I teach dance to all ages and heal people.”
When he said this, I flashed on someone who I know in my neighborhood…who’s a dancer and just ran an event where there were healers and all kinds of stuff.
Me: “Is this Jason Wxxxx?
Jason: No, my last name is Lxxxx :D
Me: “OOOOHHHH! Jason Lxxxx from Harvey Milk! You probably have my number from when I filmed your class! Got it!”
Jason: “Nice.”
Turns out it’s the Jason who I used to work with at Harvey Milk. He teaches dance and does Reiki (I think) on people and that whole conversation was quite fitting.
Okay, I feel less grumpy now that I’ve written that. I’m coming down from a daylong meditation I did in Marin yesterday. Can’t feel beautiful and expansive all the time, but you can stay with what is.
“The richest man aint necessarily the nigga with dough”- Common
(Source: thepinkrhino)
Text submitted by Jean
Just now I realized that for the past couple of years I watched The Big Lebowski during my shift at at the Red Vic Movie House during it’s annual run (usually a three or four day run around and on 4/20).
During this time, I came to really appreciate what a gem this film is and my appreciation has grown with every subsequent viewing. When I saw it back in 1998 (at a friend’s recommendation), I didn’t get it. But now, if I could pinch this film’s cheeks and then slap it, I would…that’s how much I love this film!
It made me a little sad this evening to realize that I can’t watch the film there at the RV. It was like after someone has died and you want to call them but you realize that they are gone and you can’t call them. I keep having those moments in regards to the Red Vic.
For the record, the Red Vic isn’t dead and gone, it is morphing into it’s next phase (visit redvicmoviehouse.com for more info). And, today, I just ran into another volunteer who I hadn’t seen in a while. I always forget his name. He’s friends with that lady who was a longtime volunteer who’s taller than me. She from New York…or maybe she’s from Philly…He is funny though.
Here’s another realization I just had. A year ago tonight during my shift, I had an interesting encounter with a film goer. I think I was in the back of the theatre. This blond uptown girl got up and walked out. I tipped by head out the door to see if she needed anything. She was on her way to the restroom on the other side of the theatre. A couple of minutes later she comes back in…with a large bowl of popcorn that I knew she hadn’t paid for (because I was the concession person). I walked out of the theatre to double check with Jack, one of the co-op members to see if he happened to charge her. I was kinda pissed that she was so presumptuous and part of me wanted to yank her out of the theatre. But, yet, it was also The Big Lebowski. Perhaps she was high and people can act like dicks when they are high.
Jack hadn’t charged her, but he thought it was funny, which it was even though it irked me.
Me: “What should I do?”
Jack: “Dianne…ask yourself: ‘What Would The Dude Do?”
Me: “What would The Dude Do…”
Jack: “What Would The Dude Do…WW…T…D…D.” Jack pressed his right index finger into the air to emphasis the letters.
Me: “What Would The Dude Do? What would The Dude Do? Hmm…He’d…he’d…call her on her shit, but he’d be mellow about it. THIS is not STAND! Okay…Okay…I got it. Thanks, Jack.”
Jack: “No problem.” He went back to putting away dishes.
I walked back into the theatre, knowing what I had to do. I strolled down the theatre aisle and stopped at her row. She sat almost in the middle of the row. I had to have someone else tap her boyfriend, who tapped her as they ate popcorn. She looked at me as though she was annoyed by me. It’s been a year, but I think the conversation went like this.
Me: “I’m going to need you to pay for that.”
Uptown girl, now sitting next to her boyfriend: “Oh, what? Do you want me to pay for this?”
Me: “Kinda yeah.”
Her: “Right now?”
Me: “You know what…I’ll let you do it after the show but don’t forget.”
Her: “Fine.”
And I walk out of the theatre into the lobby…and I let it lie and I finish what I had to do to close down the concession stand and I finished watching the movie. She came out and paid and I think she left a tip.
In honor of the Boston Bruins winning game 3 tonight…I present an old commercial that I did for a friend a couple of years back.
This is a mock ad I did for a friend of mine who has a radio on SF State’s radio station called The Madd Show. He wanted a Boston accent and that’s what he got. Wicked Awesome. Welcome to Crawfids Depahtment Storah and Pizza Pallah.
Go BRUINS!
