A Bit on Beauty

Solomon, Michelangelo, King Henry the 8th, (sorry that I don't know how to type Roman numerals) William Shakespeare, Beethoven, Mary Cassatt, Julia Morgan, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Fred Astaire, Andy Warhol, Diane Arbus, Me.


What is the common strand that ties these names together? This strand is an imaginary cord of leather tying these scrolls of life bound.
A theme repeated. Repeated is the drive created through inspiration from and for beauty.


My definition of beauty tells of something about anything that strikes true and pure inspiration. 


Beauty can be many things. A photograph. A song. A cat coming to snuggle on your lap. That old camera that was given to you.  When the problem in math class finally clicks. The film Midnight in Paris. A warm hug. A kind word from a stranger. Laughter. Rhapsody in Blue. Frank O'Hara's Having a Coke with You. A friendship that is forever, and true. A life story that brings tears to your eyes. Worshiping the creator.


These are some of the things which I find beautiful. The other persons previously mentioned, have some similarities and differences to me.


     Solomon found beauty in building a house for God. He also found beauty in loving his wife, which could be considered odd because of his obscene amount of concubines.  
     Michelangelo, was payed, and forced to have time, beauty from fresco and Libyan Sibyl combined. The Pope pleased, cheeks turned red.
     King Henry the 8th, killed his wife dead, married another beautiful woman instead. Because when a daughter, not son was produced, this chauvinist went to the next to seduce.
Shakespeare's words, poetry to play form, beauty runs throughout, even when in scorn.
     Classical music was his game, Ludwig Van Beethoven his strong German name. Beauty to my ears and yours, he heard this music in his heart where he would create the scores.
     Mary Cassatt saw the beauty between mother, and child, painting this domestic scene, pieces that leave me beguiled.
     Julia Morgan knew her stuff, created the beauty of Hearst Ranch. A woman architect? She was tough!
     Written words of novels, the American dream exposed. Still poetry is found in the telling. Fitzgerald knew how to make beauty happen.
     Dancing on the walls and ceiling, Fred Astaire captured beauty while dancing with feeling.
     Despite the awful wigs, Andy Warhol knew how to create beauty through repetition. Repetitive as smoking a pack of cig-arettes.
     Dianne Arbus saw the outcasts society as beautiful, in photographing them in medium format she was quite dutiful.


I hope to bring you beauty through my work, if you find this statement untrue and prideful, please don't label me a jerk!

Addicted to Dance

Recently I have been indulging myself by going to the local dance hall for some good ol' fashioned jitterbug. Something that if you have never done, I highly recommend it! Here are some of my top reasons as to why you should try social swing dance:


1) Jazz trumps most other genres of music.


2) Swing dancing is about the feeling, not having all of the best moves. (though in a lead, this does help)


3) I end up meeting really cool people there, I have met two new girlfriends dancing.


4) Dancing is one of the most fun ways to get some great cardio.


5) The kind of people that hang around dance halls for the most part, are not afraid of vintage style along with many of them are artsy, a definite plus in my book.

6) Swing can bring a lot of excitement to your life.




Provided that you enter the dance floor with an attitude to have fun, make new friends, laugh at yourself, and smile a lot, you will have a fabulous time!

Introducing the Kindle Patch!

Do you own, or have you ever wished to own a kindle?
To tell you the truth, I don't want one. I much prefer having a collection of books on a shelf where I can look at them, feel them, and lend them out at will. My books do not run on batteries, they run only on the ability to read and the willingness to expand ones imagination.

The only time I have ever wanted a kindle is when I thought of an invention. The kindle patch. Does it count as wanting a kindle if the item I desire does not exist?

My idea is to make a kindle that is just a square sticker that can go inside of a pair of dark sunglasses.

How many times have you been engrossed in a novel, and then you have to drive to work or school and you must leave it? I know that for me when I am in these circumstances I wish that I could read while driving. With the kindle patch, you can! No one will ever know that you are because they will be cleverly disguised behind your own personal dark shades. 

Are you a lifeguard who is terribly bored with your work? Can it be a drag to watch children dive into the water over and over again. Are you sick and tired of your boss telling you that you have to stay awake while sitting on the lifeguard chair?! Not to fear, the kindle patch is here! With the kindle patch lifeguards will no longer sleep on the job, no, they will be too busy trying to decipher if Bella will choose Jacob or Edward. Who could ever fall asleep under such tension? Best of all, your boss will never even know.

Bored in class? Pretend that you are blind and utilize your kindle patch!

Do you have an overly chatty friend that is always bugging you to go on walks with him/her so they can talk your ear off about their disappointments in love? The kindle patch is a great fix for this situation. Just nod and mmmhhmmm, while you are are actually considering if Elizabeth secretly loves Mr. Darcy.

The kindle patch is a simple device, just plug into the usb port in your computer and download one novel at a time! Stick it into your favorite pair of sunglasses, wink once to turn a page and twice to go back a page. Move your eyeball to scroll up or down. With the new audio feature you can purchase the headphone plug attachment, with this you can start of where you left off, but have it read to you, designed especially for those of you who are to timid to drive and read.

The Adventures of the Headless Me Whilst Camping

Here, on this blog lies a whimsical tale of missing faces and found waterfalls.

Here I am! Or, at least most of me, when shoting with the Diana F+, one is expected to expect the unexpected. Did you intend that I had intentions of telling you my intent of using the camera with unintentional consequences? Apparently, I had lost my face, but not to worry, who needs a face while sporting a Yashica TL Electro? A lover a camera's would never even know the difference.

Approaching the waterfall, there were many lovely trees.

"Ain't she a beut?!" Robbed of my brain, I resorted to poor english.

Closer, the water is camera ready. "Work it girl!"

 Even without a head I was still able to manage the scurry over to the dark side of the falls. 

 The water runs over the side as smooth as frosting on a cake.

 Is that a single or a double rainbow?

Without a face I couldn't find much use for my sunglasses, thus I set them on a rock.

Beethoven's Rage Over a Lost Penny seemed appropriate for this moment.

Miraculously, my head was returned to me. I leap for joy.

Something that may look cute, can often have an evil streak. Don't believe me? Try and consult with the dead chipmunk.

In the end the trip was finished off with a magnificent lunch at Floyd's Frosty. No heads rolled, except for mine, just for a short while, and chippy the chipmunk. All together, a fun time.

The Littlest Nano ipod~ Based Upon A True Story

Once upon a time there was a small device known as an ipod nano. Sometime approximately an indefinite amount of undetermined, unspoken moments directly, but not punctually, after, there was  a mystical, shiny pink square shaped ipod, with a precious little touchscreen, and a clip on the back especially for the tacking on of this small gem. End Sentence.
One gorgeous, sunny, glorious day a girl named Mary decided to go into an artificially bright, ugly light lit store known as Target. Here it was on that fateful day, that the young maiden Mary chose to buy the littlest nano ipod. (The smallest one from apple yet!)
Mary and the littlest ipod had many a grand adventure together. They shared the same taste in music, together they would listen to their eclectic taste on many a road trip. The littlest ipod would gladly store music ranging from Ethan Keller, to Jimmy Needham, to an array of random artists, all the way to there beloved Nat King Cole.
The littlest ipod and Mary became such close friends that they would always be in within a short distance from each other. The littlest ipod came in handy at work as well, proudly supplying tunes for the lifeguards and the children in the pool to listen to.

Yes, this was a relationship built to last, or was it?

One day Mary probably doing something in her head, for she was prone to entertain herself with her imagination, must have forgot all about the littlest ipod. For, that day, she cannot remember which, she realized that it was missing! She looked around for it, but alas! to no prevail.
Mary, aware that others may perceive her way of keeping her room and car as being a slob, knew that the device would turn up in due time. She had been in this situation before, things seemed to do that to her, run away for a few days or so and then come back, pretending that they were under the Ace of Cakes t-shirt on the floor the whole time. The question is, where did these items go on these mini vacations? Did her treasured Pilot pen go to a writers convention? Maybe her toothbrush went to go file a formal complaint to Mary's dentist.

After a while of being seperated from the littlest nano ipod Mary learned to extend her time of deep thinking, and rediscovered the joys of radio.

Some time had passed, by now Mary knew that her ipod was either hiding in her room, or stolen. She did wish for the former to be true. She was wrong on both thoughts.

One fine summers eve in August, Mary and a few of her guy co-workers wished to view the film Mulan, the boys' idea of course. She had never noticed before how much disney pumped their actors with steroids to enhance there muscle volume. Those poor men, that were playing the Huns, she was sure it was Disney pressuring them to be overly buff, such a vile display of the lack of concern for human health, and the problem with the American image standard. After this a couple of the guys were apparently influenced by the film enough to where she was able to convince them to have a push up contest. The winner and loser of this shall remain anonymous. She proceded to discover a coat getting caught within the lazyboyesque chair in which she was sitting. "Who's coat is this?" She asked. Before anyone else could answer she answered herself, "Oh! It's mine." After some laughter, "I bet my ipod is in this pocket." She then screamed as if she was in a rock band. There it was! The littlest nano ipod!!!! It had been returned to her, all along in her coat pocket in her coat, on the floor, safe and sound in Macintosh, the boys house.

Hippie Car

Dear Readers,
I must comfess something to you. I know this may come as a shock, but I, Mary, drive a hippe mobile! A person may never know, because to the naked, untrained eye it appears to be a normal girl vehicle.

The thought process of someone examining my vehicle may go something like this:

First Glance: "What a cute blue VW Beetle, I have always secretly wanted one. And look at that fabulous fin! So shiny too!"

Second Glance: "Hmm I feel like this poor girl has seen some better days, that is some big dent. The wheels look semi-hideous without the VW circle in the middle."

Third Glance: "I wonder who owns this thing, it is filthy! Ever think of washing your car or getting new tires, eh?!"

Fourth Glance: "WOW! I don't know which is worse, the inside or outside? Why on earth would someone want to keep all of that junk in a car? Oh wait... maybe I shouldn't judge, she may be homeless."

Fifth Glance: "I think I can slip $20 in through the window, poor thing!"

Me Partying with one of my best friends, my car!!!
If I could tag little blue in this, I would.

If only it worked that way. *sigh* I would love to be the recepient of free money! Just a joke.

I have a different way of viewing my horseless carriage than most people. I am sure that most are familiar with the idea of being "married to your car." I myself violently reject this idea, I for one want to marry a man, not a man made metal machine. No, I think of my horseless carriage as more of a best friend. I spend more time with my car than I do with any of my other friends, and like a friend you need to take car of the other individuals needs or you will loose them. My girl, Little Blue, has been very true. I have been neglecting the poor thing for some time, she was in desperate need of new tires. Now that she is equipped, our friendship has been stregthened because there is trust. We have the mutual understanding that she will transport me from point A to point B without getting a flat due to the rubber running through, and in return she knows that when push comes to shove I will sometimes pull through. I am vowing to be a better friend though, and hopefully this will bring upon forgiveness in the end, I am still experiencing other issues due, in part, to my neglect. 

My vehicle contains the equivelent of a tornadoes debree. I believe that you should always be prepared for a variety of situations, and climates. The contents of my car heavily reflect this belief. There are always several outfit changes, shoes, and some jewelry, and most of the time makeup in case I decide to spend the night somewhere, go out dancing, or swimming.
Than I have at least two camera's with me, my Diana F+, and my Yashica TL Electro.
I always have at least one pillow, and in the colder seasons a small blanket.
There are also little odds and ends that find there way around such as my rainbow kite(you never know when you will stumble upon a good windy day), nailpolish, and of course last but not least, my books and notebooks. I carry half of the time in my car half in a house, my poetry notebook, and whatever novel I am reading, currently The Age of Innocense.
I am hoping to up the anny on my automobile, I invision an organized array of clothes in the trunk, with a better garbage system. Oh, and maybe it wouldn't hurt to vacuum and clean the thing. :0

When I was out swing dancing with a friend last week, she needed some sock because her feet were tired. She said to someone, something along the lines of, "If we had taken Mary's hippie car we would have had them by now."