hmmmm has anyone else caught the news about the revamping of the hollywood walk of fame?
absolut vodka has found something so tremendously vital to spend their money on. over 4.2 MILLION DOLLARS is being dumped into erecting this project by absolut and some other corporate sponsors along with the city of hollywood itself. im sure it has nothing to do with publicity...cough.
officials have gone so far as to GRADE all 2,365 stars on the walk of fame. a miniscule 10 stars were given F grades and only 50 stars were appointed with D's. is this really what we deem to be essential in renovating our city not to mention the country or even WORLD? people actually got paid money to go out and seriously examine the sidewalks which, in my opinion, arent even in as poor of a condition as they are claiming.
im sure with all the highly educated officials we have working for our city, that they couldnt think of ANYTHING else to dish out over $4 million on. im also sure that all the homeless people will be thrilled about their new flooring.
heres a link to one of the articles covering the story...
http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/california/la-me-walk22-2008jul22,0,7944967.story
<3 jes
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
we think too much
pish posh i am the happiest girl ever right now :)
this past month has been a rush of all possible ingredients but the cake turned out pretty damn spectacular.
a few pretty terrible things started the month off in a bit of a tailspin and im surprised i handled it as well as i did. there isnt much use getting into it all right now because it is over and done and i have moved on, however i would like to take a moment to remember a dear old friend named tony esposito. he didnt make it through his open heart surgery. i held that man in such high regards in my heart and he did a lot of pretty amazing things for me and god knows how many other people. his funeral did however, bring a lot of old friends back together; something that should have happened a long time ago; with tony there. it was a much needed eye-opener and reminded me that life can be taken from us all at any moment. RIP tony we will all miss you dearly <3
during june, i came across a devil website called stickam.com and quickly became disgustingly addicted to it. granted, i know i am stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no money and nothing to do but come on...live webcams? im 24 and pretty sure im in the oldest age group that exists on the site. during my escapades with stickam, i came across this guy john who has a show in which he paints live while running on a treadmill...while entertaining and supplying his viewers with inspirational hardware etc...sometimes drinks are involved. AMAZING. i ended up bumping into an old friend from high school in johns web room and i now have a cool new friend to hang out with in stinktown. hi tristan! so despite stickam sucking 938275932875 hours of would-be art time and adventuring out of me, i got a new buddy. woo! i am proud to say, however, that i havent been going on stickam lately...........because ive been in san francisco! :)
i would like to remind you now that this blog is solely for my own entertainment purposes later on down the road so feel free to stop reading now if youd like. it probably isnt THAT entertaining. really.
ok so yes! one of my best friends taylor had extra flight credit and gave it to me to ease the pain that temecula has been dispensing on my mind. he got me roundtrip tickets to SF and back for the first week of july. fucking rad. im pretty sure i peed a little when i got the confirmation email. so i flew up on virgin airlines (sidenote...the BEST AIRLINE EVER MADE. EVER. EVER. EVER. i never want to fly on another airline as long as i live. as a matter of fact, i had such an astonishing experience with them that i didnt want to get off the plane...which has now brought up thoughts of actually WORKING for virgin america. no joke. end side note) so i flew up and taylor met me at the airport and the adventuring began...
aside from about 100 magnificent talks, we had a wine and cheese night complete with ukuleles, harmonicas, and keyboards. we went to the amber where i was introduced to a new favorite drink, fernet and ginger, as well as a beautiful beast of a dog named wasabi who walks around and howls all night. we spent a good deal of our days/nights romping and swinging around delores park taking in all that the castro and its inhabitants have to offer. we went adventuring with our bajillion cameras at toxic beach and its surrounding areas. we spent our 4th of july at the embarcadero center during the day to see the new hunter s thompson documentary called 'gonzo' which was soooooo fucking good (sidenote: sharkees, growling tummies, grump old men, and obnoxious old ladies)
we then headed back to spend our night of cloudy fireworks in delores park. apparently last year some drunk girl blew her hand off with a firework so the cops were walking around confiscating everyones sparklers, drinks, drugs, and alcohol. it was kind of disconcerting since just about everyday delores is filled with naked people wandering around with joints and booze hanging out of their mouths. it only lasted that one night so it was ok and i had an awesome 4th...taylor even finagled a sparkler for us! i got to meet up with my lovely friend matty rue that night for 2 seconds but the cops scared him off. next time he better hang out or ill beat him with a bag filled with oranges... (sidenote: russian lumberjack, quadka, potty pants and the piddle party...poor wet bummed lady)
taylor and i went on another big adventure to a huge abandoned tuna cannery out by hunters point. it was filled with epic hallways and rooftops soaked from floor to ceiling in graffiti and artwork. we took even more photos with all our cameras and bumped into some guys tagging so we hung with them for a bit and documented. they were nice and one little asian guy showed me the pot he had stashed away in his pocket. the next day we ended up at the park and made an indian chief headdress for me. getting back to my roots i guess. yeah. we had a bit of a dance party (elliot smith, kings of convenience, radio dept, born ruffians, the legends, scott mckenzie, john lennon, shocking pinks, and windsor for the derby) and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. there were a group of hipsters with a massive slip and slide set up on the hill and we watched them drunkenly eat shit down it. it ruled. i probably said "awww" to at least 100+ dogs all week. i love that everyone hangs out with their dogs all day. (sidenote: the island of pickle, dried pickle chip currency, count gooch and countess mika, and oscar the speedo nomad)
im going to stop there. if i tried to write about all the great things in sf i would be writing for about 8 more hours probably.
during all of this, taylor and i calculated a plan for me to get up there and to go back to school. nothing is 100% yet but i am thinking very seriously about selling my car and moving back up to go back to school. well see. until then, i am back in stinktown detoxing (the quadka did me in), working on some new art, and reminiscing on the magical times i always seem to have in rice-a-roni town.
check my myspace for the new sf photos. i promise at least some of them are worth checking out...http://www.myspace.com/Miss_Cellophane
if youre bored you should check this site out too. i think its pretty nifty.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
<3 jes
this past month has been a rush of all possible ingredients but the cake turned out pretty damn spectacular.
a few pretty terrible things started the month off in a bit of a tailspin and im surprised i handled it as well as i did. there isnt much use getting into it all right now because it is over and done and i have moved on, however i would like to take a moment to remember a dear old friend named tony esposito. he didnt make it through his open heart surgery. i held that man in such high regards in my heart and he did a lot of pretty amazing things for me and god knows how many other people. his funeral did however, bring a lot of old friends back together; something that should have happened a long time ago; with tony there. it was a much needed eye-opener and reminded me that life can be taken from us all at any moment. RIP tony we will all miss you dearly <3
during june, i came across a devil website called stickam.com and quickly became disgustingly addicted to it. granted, i know i am stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no money and nothing to do but come on...live webcams? im 24 and pretty sure im in the oldest age group that exists on the site. during my escapades with stickam, i came across this guy john who has a show in which he paints live while running on a treadmill...while entertaining and supplying his viewers with inspirational hardware etc...sometimes drinks are involved. AMAZING. i ended up bumping into an old friend from high school in johns web room and i now have a cool new friend to hang out with in stinktown. hi tristan! so despite stickam sucking 938275932875 hours of would-be art time and adventuring out of me, i got a new buddy. woo! i am proud to say, however, that i havent been going on stickam lately...........because ive been in san francisco! :)
i would like to remind you now that this blog is solely for my own entertainment purposes later on down the road so feel free to stop reading now if youd like. it probably isnt THAT entertaining. really.
ok so yes! one of my best friends taylor had extra flight credit and gave it to me to ease the pain that temecula has been dispensing on my mind. he got me roundtrip tickets to SF and back for the first week of july. fucking rad. im pretty sure i peed a little when i got the confirmation email. so i flew up on virgin airlines (sidenote...the BEST AIRLINE EVER MADE. EVER. EVER. EVER. i never want to fly on another airline as long as i live. as a matter of fact, i had such an astonishing experience with them that i didnt want to get off the plane...which has now brought up thoughts of actually WORKING for virgin america. no joke. end side note) so i flew up and taylor met me at the airport and the adventuring began...
aside from about 100 magnificent talks, we had a wine and cheese night complete with ukuleles, harmonicas, and keyboards. we went to the amber where i was introduced to a new favorite drink, fernet and ginger, as well as a beautiful beast of a dog named wasabi who walks around and howls all night. we spent a good deal of our days/nights romping and swinging around delores park taking in all that the castro and its inhabitants have to offer. we went adventuring with our bajillion cameras at toxic beach and its surrounding areas. we spent our 4th of july at the embarcadero center during the day to see the new hunter s thompson documentary called 'gonzo' which was soooooo fucking good (sidenote: sharkees, growling tummies, grump old men, and obnoxious old ladies)
we then headed back to spend our night of cloudy fireworks in delores park. apparently last year some drunk girl blew her hand off with a firework so the cops were walking around confiscating everyones sparklers, drinks, drugs, and alcohol. it was kind of disconcerting since just about everyday delores is filled with naked people wandering around with joints and booze hanging out of their mouths. it only lasted that one night so it was ok and i had an awesome 4th...taylor even finagled a sparkler for us! i got to meet up with my lovely friend matty rue that night for 2 seconds but the cops scared him off. next time he better hang out or ill beat him with a bag filled with oranges... (sidenote: russian lumberjack, quadka, potty pants and the piddle party...poor wet bummed lady)
taylor and i went on another big adventure to a huge abandoned tuna cannery out by hunters point. it was filled with epic hallways and rooftops soaked from floor to ceiling in graffiti and artwork. we took even more photos with all our cameras and bumped into some guys tagging so we hung with them for a bit and documented. they were nice and one little asian guy showed me the pot he had stashed away in his pocket. the next day we ended up at the park and made an indian chief headdress for me. getting back to my roots i guess. yeah. we had a bit of a dance party (elliot smith, kings of convenience, radio dept, born ruffians, the legends, scott mckenzie, john lennon, shocking pinks, and windsor for the derby) and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. there were a group of hipsters with a massive slip and slide set up on the hill and we watched them drunkenly eat shit down it. it ruled. i probably said "awww" to at least 100+ dogs all week. i love that everyone hangs out with their dogs all day. (sidenote: the island of pickle, dried pickle chip currency, count gooch and countess mika, and oscar the speedo nomad)
im going to stop there. if i tried to write about all the great things in sf i would be writing for about 8 more hours probably.
during all of this, taylor and i calculated a plan for me to get up there and to go back to school. nothing is 100% yet but i am thinking very seriously about selling my car and moving back up to go back to school. well see. until then, i am back in stinktown detoxing (the quadka did me in), working on some new art, and reminiscing on the magical times i always seem to have in rice-a-roni town.
check my myspace for the new sf photos. i promise at least some of them are worth checking out...http://www.myspace.com/Miss_Cellophane
if youre bored you should check this site out too. i think its pretty nifty.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
<3 jes
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