a couple of days ago, sophie sent round this article about a "pink" elephant caught on camera. FAIL. we see you trying to ride the coat tails of jean-luc's steez.
sophie: it's more, beige? terracotta?
i was trying to come up with another name for brown so i googled "crayola clay" (i don't know) and OMFG. a few google images later....
do you have any idea how amazing this is? maybe i'm late to the party, but i've never seen them before. are they new? they definitely weren't around when i was younger. i remember many a time being caught between a rock and a brown place when faced with the dilemma of drawing my/my family's SKIN COLOUR. i couldn't colour it in a peachy pink cus it wasn't. i couldn't shade it lightly with a lemony yellow pencil cus that wasn't it. i always ended up leaving it blank.
i'll never forget the one and only time i remember hearing a racial slur to my face, in year 4, "at least my skin isn't poo-coloured!" to which i replied (without missing a beat) "at least my skin isn't the colour of a cow!".... doesn't really work, does it.
point of the matter is, no kid wants poo-coloured skin!(back then, little did i know how much i would appreciate the year-round 'TAN' as i grew older) but with these crayola multicultural markers, there is a myriad of possibilities! up to 80, in fact. and i'm sure they all have amazing exotic names.
AND turns out crayola aren't the only ones profiting from race relations. "colors of my friends"??? hell yeah sargent art. that black is a bit too black though maybe. no one is ACTUALLY black.
ahhhhhhhh cut copy. maybe my favourites? maybe. they've sort of been on the back burner for the last couple of months. always sort of simmering at the surface (especially thanks to the late discovery of 'sands of time') but not on high rotation. until tonight that is. i had entered 'mixtape' into my itunes looking for.... another mixtape. it played for an hour and fifteen minutes and then slowly fading up, i heard the classic piano of 'on' by aphex twin. D-I-E. the 'so cosmic' mixtape! don't you love it when you rediscover songs you'd forgotten you loved, clothes you'd for forgotten you had... etc.? the cutters put this out in late 2007 to get people excited about the release of 'in ghost colours'. and did it ever.
how had i forgotten about this for a year? and more importantly, all summer! summer 07/08 this was by a long stretch the most played item on my itunes- i listened to from start to finish on repeat, clocking in at exactly 1 hour. it really is the perfect mix and although it's not very old at all, it already has so many memories attached to it and it introduced me to so many songs i now love.
i so hope tomorrow's a beautiful day because i can't wait to walk around the city listening to this again. if you haven't heard it, find it (right now) and listen from beginning to middle to end. but here's a twinkly moment...
Light, sweet, and healthy, the organic Date and Coconut roll is the most delicious mid-afternoon snack.
On the weekend someone who works in an organic cafe told me these are flown here from California - so the mileage on them is excessive and irreconcilable with how delicious they are... I'm so disappointed.
I'm going to have to find a more ecologically friendly afternoon snack. Suggestions welcome.
I've seen this babe out a few times recently. He frequents a club I play at sometimes and I had a particularly LOL encounter with him about 2 weeks ago when I spied him sleazing onto some poor girl, looking completely gross and totally loving the fact that ppl might recognise him now that 'Underbelly' is on tv. The highlight of my life came approximately 10 mins later when he gave me the thumbs up and some weird drunken attempt at a look of gangsta approval when I played 'Next Episode'. I wanted to laugh so bad. The guy couldn't have looked whiter if he tried.
Word on the street is that he's out in the Cross pretty much every night and can often be spotted cruising down the strip and chatting to bouncers with a suspicious spring in his step. Seems like someone might be having a little trouble letting go of their character...
It really does make you consider the power that Bert Newton must hold in the entertainment industry, when a guy like this can recover from a very public domestic abuse conviction and somehow manage to land the main role on a relatively high profile tv series. But then again, maybe it's just because he is a total babe.
Luckily I just listened to this and it cheered me up quick smart! Dools does a great interview, and the fact it's with movestill fave lily helps a whole bunch too.
On a somewhat unrelated note - Did anyone watch Lily on So You Think You Can Dance last week? The absurdity of the stage show accompanying her performance was mind-blowing! Dancing balloon-men emerging 3/4 of the way through the song? Wacky! A little too Pnau for me...
i was at the hopetoun hotel on the corner of bourke and foveaux in surry hills, for a show. i was standing by the pool table (equidistance between toilets and balcony for smoking, but far enough away that you can't smell the toilets, and also quite easy to shortcut to bar but not caught in the squash of the mid section. also easy to stand on stairs if required for those vertically challenged), when between bands me and a couple of new friends (literally that night) got to talking about some important things.
my new friend who was a girl was talking about her criteria for potential dates. they were very specific... 1) must be scottish 2) must work with their hands- preferably furniture maker 3) look a little bit like a terrorist 4) have been in a medium-sized band, but isn't anymore. simon neil from biffy clyro was her template.
my new friend who was a boy retorted with his own set of rules for potential dates (eventhough he was newly retired from dating, after leaving a date the week before by using the excuse "i have to meet my friend who is helping me with the financial side of my new business plan").... 1) must have heard of expo '88 2) must have a favourite smurf 3) must own a cassingle.
I read this, and all though I’m very saddened to hear Michael Jackson’s rare flesh eating disease is eating him all up (ACTUALLY no sarcasm intended), it reminded me of something. When someone mentions the words ‘Michael Jackson’ to me I instantly hum the tune to his Simpsons track.
Kita, it's your birthday God bless you this day You gave me the gift of a little sister And I'm proud of you today
Kita, it's your birthday Happy birthday, Kita Kita, its your birthday Happy birthday, Kita
I wish you love and good will I wish you praise and joy I wish you better than your heart desires And your first kiss from a boy
Kita, it's your birthday Happy birthday, Kita Kita, its your birthday Happy birthday, Kita.
I actually think I sang this to my sister one birthday, hoping it would have the same response. I think I even brought in a empty bin, reversed for a percussion effect.