Heard in New York

I don't know if anyone else found this online, but I thought it was pretty amazing.  T, which is New York Times style magazine, has a blog and guess what was posted on the blog... a review of the SCAD fashion show! Below is the link to read the blog post. Enjoy.

http://themoment.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/18/fete-accompli-scad-graduation-fashion-show/?scp=1-b&sq=scad%20blog&st=nyt

ReAlLy???

Speaking of Heidi, I can't believe that this is for real! 

Just watch and enjoy the laughs because the worst part about the video is that she was REALLY trying.  And it is obviously that Spencer is cheering her on from behind the camera.  What a mockery.  

Chelsea Who?

I absolutely love, love, love Chelsea Handler and I was totally having blogger's block when I decided to turn on her show. And that's when it came to me. I will write about Chelsea. Also known as Chelsea Lately, Chelsea Handler, or Chelsea the Great. She has written and published two NYTimes Best Sellers: My Horizontal Life and Are you there vodka, it's me, Chelsea? Both books are amazingly funny and I absolutely love her bluntness.

But, my favorite thing about Chelsea isn't her ability to drink and work, or her hilarious humor, or the way she can't stand Heidi and Spencer. My favorite thing about her is her little friend, Chuy. And she doesn't even refer to him in any sense of the political names for little people. Chuy is referred to as her nugget!

I want a nugget. Please.

Playing for change

I know this video is long, but it is amazing to watch and worth your time.

This is an amazing video.  It is a cover of Stand By Me and was recorded by completely unknown artists in a virtual studio all around the world.  The base track of vocals and guitar were recorded on the streets of California by a homeless guy named Roger Ridley.  Then Grandpa Elliot, a blind singer in New Orleans, added more vocals and harmonica.  Washboard Chaz's, a homeless guy from the same city added metal percussion to it.

From there the mix went all through Europe, Africa, and South America.  All done with a laptop and microphone.

The Infamous Z

This is my best friend Kali. I wish I couldn't call her that because we actually haven't talked in almost a year. I want her to be my ex-best friend.

But, regardless Kali is a big part of me life and we grew up together. We were inseparable throughout middle school and high school, and even lived together for a year in college. We even did the cute "next level of our relationship thing" and adopted a dog.

His name is Z and he is drop dead gorgeous. The only problem, Kali dropped Z off at the pound because she couldn't find an apartment that was pet friendly in Boulder, Colorado. I call bullshit on that.

But instead of calling me to see if I could take Z to Georgia with me, she just abandoned him along with our friendship. Just look at his eyes... so precious.

My Partner in Crime

Above is a picture of Bryce and me working the bar. How could you resist us? Gotta love him!

Bryce is my bar tending partner and my manager. He is the best manager one could ask for: he is funny, charming, fun, responsible, relaxed, and a good friend. I just wanted to dedicate a blog to Bryce because the other day he came across my blog. So, Bryce, here it is. A entire blog post dedicated to you--my Brycey Bear

A Broken Fairy Godmother

I believed.

I believed her. I believed what she said. I believed what she told me. I believed she had the gift. I simply believed.

I went to Mrs. Hope seeking adventure, not truth. But was amazed when she revealed things about me that only a best friend would know and other things that only someone that truly possessed the gift could know. I was a believer.

Then, she broke me heart and broke my trust and broke my dreams. She was a phony, just like the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause. She only existed in ambiguous ways now and I no longer believed.

When a classmate wrote an article about an attempted interview with Mrs. Hope all was revealed. The "psychic" revealed things about the classmate just as she had for me. The only difference was there was no difference. She had told us both the exact same scripted answers and I was disheartened by her scam.

I was amused by the way Mrs. Hope's closeted office held images of Christ and multiple colors of crystals. The massive bible on which a statue of Budha sat awed me. But, now that I know she isn't real these things disgust me. The way she removes Budha from the Bible to reveal cash from a multitude of customers neatly pressed between the pages infuriates me. She is using two contradicting religious symbols to house the scams of her innocent victims.

Mrs. Hope, if you are reading this (which since you have the "gift" you should already know what's been written without needing to read it) I advice you to quit your scam or get a new cash register.

Even a basket or stocking would work the same way the bunny and jolly man house our gifts. Pick something other than a bible.

For God's sake, use a plastic 8 ball as a bank. At least I would get some answers.