January 4th, 2011

Feeling midweek crankiness? Have you already cheated on your New Years Resolution? (I’m already making amendments to mine). Well, this video is my happiness prescription for the day.

I’m so thankful my girlfriend shared this with me. With almost two million hits on youtube, I’m wondering: how did I not see this ‘til now? 

Here’s why I love it so much: 

At minute 2:12, the song ends and the baby cries in disappointment. But the second the music is back up, the baby jams. This baby doesn’t let the annoyance from the moment before dictate his present moment. Every little moment has a meaning all its own. As adults, we forget that. I tend to ruminate on what just happened rather than letting the NOW rush in. 

Let’s say I’m in the baby car seat—which sounds totally insane—and my husband turns down my favorite song, like the mother does in this video at minute 1:52. I might yell from the back seat: Hey! You know that is my ALL TIME FAVORITE song! Why would you turn it down? You saw how much I was enjoying it. Don’t you like my music? Come on. Was my dancing embarrassing you? TURN IT BACK ON! 

And then, when I get my way, and my song is blasting again, I’d probably still be ruminating on my tantrum from the moment before. I’d bop my head a little to the music, but I’d be thinking: I can’t believe he turned down my favorite song when he knows it makes me happy. Like last night, when he kept trying to talk to me while I was engrossed in the montage sequence of Grey’s Anatomy-which everyone knows is the emotional payoff of watching the whole hour of that show. Oh man, my favorite song is going to end soon and then I’m going to be really upset, because he’ll probably want to listen to Nirvana. Again.—And, I’ve missed my song and the joy because I’m wrapped up in the Past and the Future.

When all the baby in the video thinks is: Awesome! My Favorite Song is back on! Let’s Jam!

Happy 2011 Y’all! Let’s think more like babies! And let’s dance!

April 20th, 2010

Kiss and Tell: Street Art

I was lucky enough to see this film after an agent friend promised “you won’t regret it” in his adorable agenty way and bought tickets. It was incredibly entertaining; I didn’t doze off once despite the bottle of white wine I had bathed in at a friend’s pool that afternoon.
I confess to know very little about the nefarious underworld of street art. I had only heard of Shepard Fairey (the artist of the iconic Obama face) because my friends are friends of his and have his art on their walls (thus making me only two degrees of separation from street art awesomeness). The only other personal knowledge I have about the subject, besides watching Gangland and the opening sequence of West Side Story, is that my first kiss (circa ‘98) was with a graffiti artist in a polo shirt. And no, I didn’t carry his spray cans in my backpack and keep a look out. We were sitting on a couch at a friend’s house while my friend and her boyfriend abandoned us to go listen to the Rent soundtrack. I slowly flipped through a Delia’s teen fashion catalog, seemingly engrossed in the fashion horoscopes, until I hit the last page and there was nothing left I could do but let him kiss me. Poor guy. It had to have been the worst kiss of his life. Apologies, Mr. G., if you ever read this.
Back to Banksy: The big drama with Exit Through the Gift Shop is whether or not it is a documentary or a fictionalized manipulation by the street artist known for pranks. 
 
My vote: it’s fiction. But, I also don’t really care. I laughed a lot. And I got to see a lot of amazing images. And for a couple of hours in the darkened arclight theatre, I got to feel like I was cool enough to be privy to Banksy’s world, real or imagined.
Reading List:
Banksy Puzzles The New York Times. April 13th.

April 20th, 2010

You’re Welcome!

I saved every Domino Magazine that ever came in the mail. I’d cozy up with it in bed and flag the prettiest pages. My husband called it my porn. Then, the economy tanked and Domino folded. And I lost my pretty porn. Meet Lonny Magazine. In addition to interior design, Lonny Mag also mingles with beauty, apparel, do-it-yourself crafting, and cooking. Wallet Beware: click on an item you love and the mag takes you directly to the site where you can buy it. Shopping just got way too easy.

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