Friday, September 28, 2007
Yippie!!
Oh Wonderful day! I had a great night at "Tomotofest" gathering to see how we can make it better. Also a great inperation to do some photography. I am going to use my daughter for this. Put her in some costumes. I want ot talk to other parents of transgenders? Write me, please!!! I am here for you! I am also taking a course at UC for children's book publishing starting next week. That is all for now.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
If
Peace, underneath deaths cold wings
His restless soul should fly
Away...beyond the grasp of fools
To take with the bliss faded eye
So stand to him
Neal to him
As his eyes glow in needed joy
Pray for him..who prayed to late
That he might shine, on judgment day
His restless soul should fly
Away...beyond the grasp of fools
To take with the bliss faded eye
So stand to him
Neal to him
As his eyes glow in needed joy
Pray for him..who prayed to late
That he might shine, on judgment day
Monday, September 10, 2007
OOOps better link for The Libertine
A littel mistake.. the first link was in iltalian... oopss sorry, try this.
Johnny Depp Libertine04:32
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Johnny Depp Libertine04:32
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The Libertine
This is a beautiful song and a movie Johnny Depp certainly should have received an Oscar nod for in my opinion. It is the story of Lord Rothchild II . The King, Charles at the time, hoped he would be his Shakespeare but alas as brilliant as this man was he was pron to the more bawdy and suggestive verse. The King loved and hated him. Dismissing him from court at least once a year. He married "Elizabeth" a woman he kidnapped and later truly fell in love with an actress whom he helped to to become on of the first great women of the theater.
THE LIBERTINE (IT)
trailer THE LIBERTINE...deep trailer libertine
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Saturday, September 8, 2007
From the writers lips to my heart
Posted by ro on September 8th at 11:03am in in the news
Open letter to Owen Wilson
BY CATHLEEN FALSANI Religion Writer
This is a bit of a departure for me, as I’m not in the habit of writing fan letters.In fact, the last one I sent was a bubble-lettered note to the actor Jon Cryer about 20 years ago in the wake of his earth-moving (for a 16-year-old alt-chick from the suburbs) portrayal of Duckie Dale in “Pretty in Pink.”But under the circumstances, I thought it was OK to err on the side of sycophancy. So …Thank God you’re still with us, brother.Please don’t try that again. We need you.And by we, I mean the world.As you well know, these are precarious, fraught times we live in, and the one thing we cannot bear to lose is our sense of humor.To paraphrase that great celluloid shaman Elwood Blues, you, Mr. Wilson, are on a mission from God.
Just a ‘TV friend’Laughter is carbonated holiness, and you, therefore, are a holy man, at least according to the theology of Anne Lamott. She’s my favorite writer, a funny lady who is as acquainted with melancholy as she is with humor.I once asked Annie whether she thought we — people — could be grace for one another. “I think we can hold space for other people,” she said.
In that way, you have been grace for me. On certain overwhelming days, when it’s hard to catch my breath and bleakness curls around my heart like a purring cat, I can reach for any of your films — “Rushmore,” “The Royal Tenenbaums,” “Life Aquatic” or “You Me and Dupree” — and laughter liberates my soul. Your words, written or spoken, sometimes provide the space for joy where it felt like there was none.Thank you for that.Now, I don’t know you from Adam. You’re just a “TV friend,” as they say. Still, I can’t help but believe that the common thread in your character portrayals — whether it’s whacked-out-on-mescaline Eli Cash, self-effacing fatherless Ned Plimpton, or tiny-cowboy-with-a-Napoleon-complex Jedediah — is the inherent you. The Owen-ness. It’s a certain empathy — profound tenderness, really — that makes the ridiculous compelling and buoys tragedy to comedy.
Seeing with God’s eyesIt is precisely because of your wounded-ness and the visible cracks in your veneer that your characters transcend two-dimensional clownishness.You are the ne’er-do-well we root for in spite of himself (and our own judgementalism). You bring out the best in us and make it easy to forgive setting the living room on fire or crashing our wedding (or funeral). You are the mensch, the fool for the Lord, the stranger whom we let in, the divine comedian.One blogger, a journalist who apparently knew you in Austin, Texas, back in the day, described you recently in a heartfelt essay as “a human sunbeam in the abyss.”I’m guessing, given recent events, that kind of description may seem laughable to you. Still, that’s how many folks perceive you even if you can’t see it yourself. And sometimes strangers can see us far more clearly than we are capable of seeing ourselves. If we’re really lucky, they might see us with God’s eyes.I had to chuckle at one of the news reports about your hospitalization that breathlessly reported you had visited a Santa Monica church the Sunday before the incident, “either out of desperation or devotion.'’ Really, I can think of no better reasons to go to church. After all, to quote Annie again, the best two prayers one can offer to the Creator are: “Help me, help me, help me,” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”Should you find yourself back at that church or another, please know it is meant to be a shelter in the storm, the place where brokenness is the only prerequisite for membership, and where grace is shared by the bucketsful.Know that you don’t struggle alone, that you have kind company during dark nights of the soul, that you are lifted in prayer by those who know and love you best, as well as by those who only know you as the voice of Lightning McQueen.Please let others hold space for you until the encroaching shadow of despair passes. And it will.And when your contagious laughter bubbles to the surface and overflows once again, know that you are in the presence of the holy.
We need you and the peals of holy laughter you inspire. Ok, and now from me, airbrushblonde a personal note. I understand the dispare so completly and hope that my child also finds her internal light.
Open letter to Owen Wilson
BY CATHLEEN FALSANI Religion Writer
This is a bit of a departure for me, as I’m not in the habit of writing fan letters.In fact, the last one I sent was a bubble-lettered note to the actor Jon Cryer about 20 years ago in the wake of his earth-moving (for a 16-year-old alt-chick from the suburbs) portrayal of Duckie Dale in “Pretty in Pink.”But under the circumstances, I thought it was OK to err on the side of sycophancy. So …Thank God you’re still with us, brother.Please don’t try that again. We need you.And by we, I mean the world.As you well know, these are precarious, fraught times we live in, and the one thing we cannot bear to lose is our sense of humor.To paraphrase that great celluloid shaman Elwood Blues, you, Mr. Wilson, are on a mission from God.
Just a ‘TV friend’Laughter is carbonated holiness, and you, therefore, are a holy man, at least according to the theology of Anne Lamott. She’s my favorite writer, a funny lady who is as acquainted with melancholy as she is with humor.I once asked Annie whether she thought we — people — could be grace for one another. “I think we can hold space for other people,” she said.
In that way, you have been grace for me. On certain overwhelming days, when it’s hard to catch my breath and bleakness curls around my heart like a purring cat, I can reach for any of your films — “Rushmore,” “The Royal Tenenbaums,” “Life Aquatic” or “You Me and Dupree” — and laughter liberates my soul. Your words, written or spoken, sometimes provide the space for joy where it felt like there was none.Thank you for that.Now, I don’t know you from Adam. You’re just a “TV friend,” as they say. Still, I can’t help but believe that the common thread in your character portrayals — whether it’s whacked-out-on-mescaline Eli Cash, self-effacing fatherless Ned Plimpton, or tiny-cowboy-with-a-Napoleon-complex Jedediah — is the inherent you. The Owen-ness. It’s a certain empathy — profound tenderness, really — that makes the ridiculous compelling and buoys tragedy to comedy.
Seeing with God’s eyesIt is precisely because of your wounded-ness and the visible cracks in your veneer that your characters transcend two-dimensional clownishness.You are the ne’er-do-well we root for in spite of himself (and our own judgementalism). You bring out the best in us and make it easy to forgive setting the living room on fire or crashing our wedding (or funeral). You are the mensch, the fool for the Lord, the stranger whom we let in, the divine comedian.One blogger, a journalist who apparently knew you in Austin, Texas, back in the day, described you recently in a heartfelt essay as “a human sunbeam in the abyss.”I’m guessing, given recent events, that kind of description may seem laughable to you. Still, that’s how many folks perceive you even if you can’t see it yourself. And sometimes strangers can see us far more clearly than we are capable of seeing ourselves. If we’re really lucky, they might see us with God’s eyes.I had to chuckle at one of the news reports about your hospitalization that breathlessly reported you had visited a Santa Monica church the Sunday before the incident, “either out of desperation or devotion.'’ Really, I can think of no better reasons to go to church. After all, to quote Annie again, the best two prayers one can offer to the Creator are: “Help me, help me, help me,” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”Should you find yourself back at that church or another, please know it is meant to be a shelter in the storm, the place where brokenness is the only prerequisite for membership, and where grace is shared by the bucketsful.Know that you don’t struggle alone, that you have kind company during dark nights of the soul, that you are lifted in prayer by those who know and love you best, as well as by those who only know you as the voice of Lightning McQueen.Please let others hold space for you until the encroaching shadow of despair passes. And it will.And when your contagious laughter bubbles to the surface and overflows once again, know that you are in the presence of the holy.
We need you and the peals of holy laughter you inspire. Ok, and now from me, airbrushblonde a personal note. I understand the dispare so completly and hope that my child also finds her internal light.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Good morning or um afternoon. there are so many things to do and I have absolutley no incentive to do any of them. Mostly because I live in such a cramped space and there is little if no privacy. I am looking forwards to my husband and his mother being gone so I can breath a little and do some major art work! there is also the "Tomatofest" I said I would help with. I ended up being a CC which means a boss of a tent. Should be fun and maybe some stars to see. My daughter has agreed to help along with her friend Stephen. Anyway, need to run. Ciao, Wendy
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Let's get started
Ok, I do want to start talking about somthing incredibly important to me. My daughter. I ador her. If there are others out there please comment. She is a beautiful young woman in every way. I will try to add and articulate more good information in the weeks to come.
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