A scene from Silver Linings Playbook where they talk about drugs.
Lithium, Seroquel, and Abilify
Xanax and Effexor
A lot of these are prescribed at work. Hopefully people will see the movie and take their contempt towards the drugs seriously.
I have to respect Jennifer Lawrence’s wit. She is actually just a regular girl. Misperceived. If that’s a word.
Adapted from and inspired by Sally’s Baking Addiction
Check out her recipe. I made it more mine by adding crushed candy canes atop to make it more seasonal =)
Cookies n’ Cream Peanut Butter Bark
Peanut Butter Filling:
Line an 8×8 or 9×9 square baking pan with parchment paper, with overlay on the sides. Spray with nonstick spray. Set aside.
Make the Oreo cookie crust by crushing the Oreos into a fine crumb using a food processor or blender. Using your hands, mix the crushed Oreo crumbs and melted butter together. It may look like there is not enough butter, but it will come together. Place into the prepared baking pan, pressing the crumbs down into the pan to create a somewhat even layer.
In the bowl of a stand mixer or using a handheld mixer, mix the peanut butter, butter, powdered sugar, vanilla, and salt until the mixture is completely combined and smooth. Spread over the crumb mixture, smoothing the top with an offset or rubber spatula (sprayed with nonstick spray, for ease). Chill the bars for at least an hour, until the filling is set.
Heat the chocolate in medium microwave-safe bowl, according to package directions. Pour the chocolate over the peanut butter filling and evenly spread. Chill the bars for at least an hour, until the chocolate topping is set. Remove bark from the baking pan using the parchment paper and cut into uneven pieces (or use your hands to break it up).
Store bark in the refrigerator.
To be with you in Hell.
Dante cannot touch my current inferno. It’ll spread through the trees igniting leaf after leaf slowly reaching the petals. Then those dead roses will collect themselves to be put in these empty bottles:
Where they will be centerpieces at a wedding I plan to attend in an eternity as a bride. Or I’ll use it as desk art for my sanctuary under the ground living my livelihood as a nun.
To give up being enveloped in strong arms. Stubble brushing across my neck. Making me red not by the touch but by the thought. The thoughts that flow through my body faster than the blood I betray through my lust. The blood that runs naturally cold on tap but once hits the ice is suddenly warm in comparison. On the rocks is what they call it. Taken by metal. Under the ground. Did I finally hit gold? Or an artifact worth more? Not sure at the moment.
All I know that is my sin’s not quite 7. Nothing much to tell.
“Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death…Often for a woman, courage is mistaken for insanity.”
Hilary Swank was amazing in this movie as Alice Paul. She is ridiculously talented.
Tomorrow is Election Day 2012. I’m not seeing myself going to the polls to vote.
Disgraceful isn’t it. Not necessarily. Not voting doesn’t make me a bad American. Or a bad young woman. Or an idiot.
I am consciously making this decision based on my own beliefs and predictions on how my own life will pan out in the next four years. I don’t seeing either presidential candidate having significant influence in my life in the next four years. Members of Congress and The House of Representatives definitely will but I haven’t committed enough of my time to stalk them with all that has been occupying my mind. I know I should but I’m just one lazy woman who blinds herself from political issues because all they do is add stress and like a psychotropic drug, influence my thinking substantially to the point where I’m forced to make a bias. In the political world, it is hard to not be bias or give your self to one fallacy or another. So I stay away from that. I choose not to vote. I voluntarily am selfish in society’s eyes.
However I do respect people who do take the initiative to act in what they believe in. Like Alice Paul. She went on a hunger strike to further her cause. Her cause was centered on equality for women (see her interview with a doctor above). She didn’t want women to stay prisoners or be inferior. She didn’t want them to be superior either. She just wanted equality. That is not a bad thing to want. It’s a natural thing to want in a country that is built on that principle.
By not voting, I am taking an initiative to act in what I believe in. I believe that the president today does not have much power so choosing one or the other is futile. Everybody easily blames the president for their problems because big people are easier to point fingers to than the reflection in the mirror. I see this at the candy shop I work at all the time. People blame their soaring drug costs on the president. It disgusts me how ignorant they are and how they don’t hold themselves accountable for their own health.
“Few people ever stop to consider the fact that the reason they’re in the position they’re in has more to do with their own decisions than whose in the oval office. Using the presidential election as an excuse for everything wrong in your life is getting old. If people would focus more on improving themselves and their communities, perhaps the things wouldn’t be as bad. But instead, we choose to wait until election time thinking that something is going to magically change because of a vote. This country isn’t going to improve unless the people inside of improve.”
That was taken from a Squidoo article I’ve recently read and it couldn’t sum up my ideas any better. There isn’t going to be a magical change. Just like there is no such thing as a magical pill. Keep that in fairy-tales and Shakespearean plays.
It got surprisingly hot for one hour
Bees resumed streaking like flaring
Points and grass became
Easy thinking this bright
Wild neighborhood air
Its own galaxy in the galaxy
So sunny I sneezed repeatedly
When seasonal patterns regained control
One wasp between pane and screen
Never moved while I
Read that poem again about
Wasting summer life in
It is ungrateful
Season wanting to die
Wasp never moves
While stanzas go down
A cold front crosses the bluff
Now grim outside I
Hereby predict sleet
All of the bees unwound October
And decelerated I guess
Then the rear left the longest of six
Legs detached from the screen swung
Out the thorax trailing slow
Rotated and the front
Right leg ticked one screen-
Square to straighten the
This poem was taken from William Stobb’s Nervous Systems which is an anthology of poetry describing the surreal and dynamic world we live in. The collection is divided into four parts called Wing System, Exposed System, Fugue System, and Blank System. The poems all have this esoteric anecdotal feel to them which makes you examine and want to apply the imagery to your own surroundings because Stobb’s convincing diction empowers you to think this way. Check it out.
October is almost over.
That’s my unofficial name for Tony Feher’s exhibit at The Blaffer Gallery. A lot of the materials he uses to make his pieces are household items and a lot of them are recyclable. Take a look.
That one is made out of string and drinking straws.
Those are bottles. Possibly wine bottles or obscure foreign coke bottles.
Plastic bottles. This one reminds me of Excel.
Feher used the same theme throughout the exhibition. A lot of plastic bottles. A lot of glass bottles. A lot of carefully oriented marbles. A lot of stuff you could find in your pantry. I’ve got to respect the man for playing with what he’s got. No contempt for the contemporary. All the rage is arrangement.
That’s a full room with writings on the wall. Well not writing. Typeface. Telling a story. The author is Lynne McCabe and she calls this room “Room To Be (Ms.)Understood”. From the title you can detect the feminist undertones foreshadowing the words you are going to read across the room. I actually started to read her manifesto on the wall but then the wine got to the worst of me and I was just scanning through the typeface and wondering what font she used. It looked like Garamond. Quite not Times New Roman. It was a little bit curvier. Of course. She’s a feminist.
I’m going to adapt the same idea to my white walls at home. I have a few paintings from Charles Ingram hanging up but around that I am just going to have a strip of words running through them like a snake. Maybe I can take something from Figment. Or maybe not. Not Kosher. Kids visit my room. I’ll just have to translate it into Old English I guess. That would be quite scandalous & funny. The Wives Of Bath on my wall. Will put that on my to do list.
Anyways during the Rainbow Friends Fundraiser tonight at Blaffer, I realized that there are people out there who do appreciate contemporary art as much as I do. Classical is nice sometimes because it reminds us of our history but contemporary is the here and now. Contemporary really forces you to look and not recall but rather just reflect. Classical forces you to recall. Whether the knowledge comes from The Bible or from a history book. Contemporary in my opinion is a little more therapeutic for that reason. It’s like digging for gold.
Taro - by Alt-J (∆)
Beautiful video I came across after my discovery of this band. Last Thursday I had the fortune of seeing them perform live FOR FREE, with FREE BEER, & a whole lot of intimacy at Cactus Music.
That’s my autographed CD =) Of course I acted all star-struck when Gus signed it. I’ve got a major crush on Gus because he is a beast on the keyboard and this really makes the band’s sound unique. The whole time I looked at his fingers when my favorite parts of each song came on to witness the magic.
Anyways, after hearing the band play “Something Good”, “Tessellate”, “Bloodflood”, & “Matilda” live at Cactus, I decided to stop looping “Tessellate” and go on to the other songs. Then I discovered “Taro” and my jaw dropped when that jingle drop came about. The band is British and this sound of theirs that they produced in the jingle drop sounded something very Bollywood for that one part of the song. And the funny thing was that it worked as incongruous as it sounds. So I had to check out the video and wonder if they featured a piece of artwork like they did in “Tessellate”.
There was no classical piece of artwork however. Only modern day contemporary portrait of third world life that can be perceived to be artistic.
I feel that living in a first world country, we always envision developing countries as portraits of oppression and hunger. Developing countries are rarely glorified in their natural everyday portrayal of “unprivileged” life. I put that adjective in quotation for a reason.
I find the people of third world countries to be extremely privileged by just looking at this video and reminding myself that despite the hardships they face, they celebrate the simple things they have in life. Especially the children. To me that makes them rich because they are truly happy rather than being shadows of consumerism lying to themselves and telling themselves that they are happy (& eventually displaying this “happiness” through social media whether it be twitter, facebook or instagram). These people apparently don’t have any psychotropic disorders or major health issues. These people don’t stress about appointments or worry about their insurance premiums. These people live under the unfairest of rulers yet they still do not take mind and blame everything on their government. These people just live life as they know it. That makes them privileged. That’s privileged without the snarky quotations. Life is better without adjectives enclosed in snarky quotations.
The band’s album title An Awesome Wave is also prevalent in this video with the beautiful water scenery. Dirt, air, water, and the sun. The four essentials are stunning in their raw form. All we have to do is go outside and look. Even through the storm and the rain.