Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
My cousins kick major coolo
This morning at about 2:30 am I would say, I was sittin' round the table with my cousin Crystal and her sister Michelle, playin' 45's. If you ain't from around here, it's a card game, not a vinyl record.
I quickly get up to go pee b/c Meesh was on the phone dealing with another crisis.
While I was quite literally on the throne, I hear CRASH! BAM! BOOM! THUMP!..
Some punks egged the house...
Now, what would most people do? Maybe call the police, curse to high heavens and be totally pissed off....but NO. NOT MY cousins...
I come out to the living room to find no one there. I see the egg dripping on the storm door ..
Suddenly my 90 lb cousin pounces up the stairs "WHERE ARE MY KEYS? I NEED MY KEYS?!
I go back to pee, thinking maybe she needed her keys to lock her car up or something.
But NO......
Meesh and Crystal (who, by the way, is 5 weeks pregnant), jump into the car, haul ass down the street and chase the fuckers around the neighboorhood, through like 3 stop signs for a good 15 minutes at 80 MPH until they get right behind them and grab the plate number!!!!
I guess it was four 18-20 year olds in a blue 4 door. They parked the car two houses down and came right up on the lawn when the egged the house. Isn't house-egging supposed to get old by like 16 years old, tops?
These boys were about to turn around and come back for a second round of egging it seems when they encountered my cousins following them. Hilarious.
The plate number didn't come up, so my Aunt, who don't take no mess either, goes into her computer room, CSI-Like, looking on the DMV site for their info.
Then she's on the registry of deeds site looking up the neighbors info.
They think it was a retaliatory thing b/c my Aunt had called the fire dept. earlier in the day on these cretins who were burning trash or something, smelling up the neighborhood.
And even though the plate number didn't come up for the 5.0's, i just myself deciphered it's meaning. Angie Dickinson would be proud, I tell ya!
All I know is one thing. Don't mess with the broads in my family, especially pregnant ones!! We don't take no mess.
I quickly get up to go pee b/c Meesh was on the phone dealing with another crisis.
While I was quite literally on the throne, I hear CRASH! BAM! BOOM! THUMP!..
Some punks egged the house...
Now, what would most people do? Maybe call the police, curse to high heavens and be totally pissed off....but NO. NOT MY cousins...
I come out to the living room to find no one there. I see the egg dripping on the storm door ..
Suddenly my 90 lb cousin pounces up the stairs "WHERE ARE MY KEYS? I NEED MY KEYS?!
I go back to pee, thinking maybe she needed her keys to lock her car up or something.
But NO......
Meesh and Crystal (who, by the way, is 5 weeks pregnant), jump into the car, haul ass down the street and chase the fuckers around the neighboorhood, through like 3 stop signs for a good 15 minutes at 80 MPH until they get right behind them and grab the plate number!!!!
I guess it was four 18-20 year olds in a blue 4 door. They parked the car two houses down and came right up on the lawn when the egged the house. Isn't house-egging supposed to get old by like 16 years old, tops?
These boys were about to turn around and come back for a second round of egging it seems when they encountered my cousins following them. Hilarious.
The plate number didn't come up, so my Aunt, who don't take no mess either, goes into her computer room, CSI-Like, looking on the DMV site for their info.
Then she's on the registry of deeds site looking up the neighbors info.
They think it was a retaliatory thing b/c my Aunt had called the fire dept. earlier in the day on these cretins who were burning trash or something, smelling up the neighborhood.
And even though the plate number didn't come up for the 5.0's, i just myself deciphered it's meaning. Angie Dickinson would be proud, I tell ya!
All I know is one thing. Don't mess with the broads in my family, especially pregnant ones!! We don't take no mess.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Mother Earth puked yesterday...
This is a picture of Hampton Beach's Ocean Boulevard yesterday during high-tide.
My brother and his son escaped in time before they got stuck there since they closed all of the roads. The dirty foam was whipping people in the face.
More images
So I had a swell time with my nephew Myles. We walked around the neighborhood, making movies, weilding stick-swords and laughing.
While my brother was out, I put him to bed. He likes to be read to and seeing as I didn't have any kids books, I read him the Tao of Pooh, sneaking in my own story into some of the philosophical passages.
I think he really liked the Cottleston Pie Song:
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken, I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Why does a chicken, I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
I hope he never learns how to properly say catepillar, either!
What a cool kid.
Myles is a callapitter
Turn down your volume for this clip. It's loud~
Monday, April 16, 2007
BUTTERFLY
Why Do We Struggle?
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.
We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!
"Courage is fear that has said it's prayers."
~Dorothy Bernard
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.
We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!
"Courage is fear that has said it's prayers."
~Dorothy Bernard
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Me and Bam's new salad creation
Pignolia nuts from pine trees
radishes
baby carrots
red onion
green beans (fresh)
organic fuji apple
goat cheese (optional)
sprouts
olives (green and black)
romaine
balsamic vinegar
crushed pepper
mushrooms
and then i made my own dressing which was salsa, light ranch (optional) and Tuong Ot Sriracha:
radishes
baby carrots
red onion
green beans (fresh)
organic fuji apple
goat cheese (optional)
sprouts
olives (green and black)
romaine
balsamic vinegar
crushed pepper
mushrooms
and then i made my own dressing which was salsa, light ranch (optional) and Tuong Ot Sriracha:
Something my friend Mikhaela wrote about the Imus firing, and very well I might add...
I drew this several days ago, when it just looked like Imus would get a two-week suspension. His attempt to apologize on the Al Sharpton radio show was ridiculous, including the lovely phrase "you people." And yes, a while back he referred to black journalist Gwen Ifill as a "cleaning lady" (see her excellent Times Op-Ed on the matter). Some thoughts, in no particular order.
So yeah, nasty hate speech. Totally disgusting, worthy of outrage and protest and probation. But I don't know about firing, and not because I'm worried about Imus' right to get paid $10 million a year for hate speech. I'm worried about the right of left-wingers and progressives and feminists and anti-racists and LGBT people and humanists to push the envelope on the other side without being accused of, say "anti-Catholic" or "anti-Christian" bigotry.
I'm not crying for Imus, or for Ann Coulter for losing newspapers whose editors should have had the good judgment never to run her column. My concern is about these kind of instant massive firing mobilizations in general, which I worry can make it dangerous for left-wingers and progressives to try to make a living pushing the envelope in over-the-top art/comedy/commentary/satire without worrying the rightwing attack dogs will take some out-of-context comment or image they made and turn it into a "destroy him/her!" campaign. By using these same tactics, I think we might be justifying them. And provoking the righties into going after leftwing commentators for "revenge."
Sure we can clearly see the distinction between Imus's hate speech and, for example, the firing of Bill Maher after 9/11 for making a comment that didn't fit the gung-ho patriotic Bush-can-do-no-wrong atmosphere at the time. But the rightwing attack dogs are all about playing the "gotcha" game, and they are happy to cry "hate speech" and "bigotry" at anyone who expresses anti-religious or "anti-Christian" views, for example. Or to cry "treason" at anyone expressing anti-Bush views. Think of the way rightwing Catholic groups launched a major smear campaign against the two feminist Edwards bloggers for their supposed history of "anti-Catholic bigotry" (i.e. feminist prochoice commentary), or the many campaigns that have been leveled against cartoonist Ted Rall. Many people who make a living from left-wing commentary and cartooning have been in fear for their livelihood due to massive campaigns of outrage based on words or images taken completely out of context or misinterpreted.
I completely support censuring the haters and raising voices against hate speech and making it loud and clear that it's not acceptable. In fact, that's pretty much what I've dedicated my entire cartooning career to.
But there needs to be room for radical dissent and controversial content... and it'd be hypocritical of me to say that privilege only belongs to speech I agree with or don't find hateful or offensive.
Not that there isn't a line somewhere, or that people shouldn't be fired for being openly bigoted assholes, and not that Imus shouldn't have been fired. When Trent Lott revealed that he wanted to see a segregationist United States Strom Thurmond KKK style, he should have been out on his ass. Instead he's now Senate Minority Whip.
Sharpton said he wasn't trying to bring down Imus, he was trying to "lift decency up." But is emphasizing that all we want from our media is cleanliness and decency the way to make it more progressive? Or is just going to encourage editors to choose content based primarily on safety?
The market and advertisers played a big role in this, and I'm not going to celebrate that (scroll down for reference). These same market forces don't make supporting or backing marginal progressive forces or voices a priority and they haven't squat to diversify who gets precious TV and radio airtime and audience: the same old bunch of white guys. They were happy to support Imus for years of similar comments, and only bailed when it became a PR problem. Would these same advertisers bail from a gay program if targeted on a massive scale by rightwing Christian activists?
All that said, what I really want to see in the media is real race/gender diversity and some strong progressive voices, instead of a wall of hatemongers like Imus/Lou Dobbs/Limbaugh/Glenn Beck/Hannity/O'Reilly and a bunch of meaningless centrists.
Obviously Imus's departure hardly marks the End of All Things Sexist and Racist on the Radio. But do we really want to get out big scrubby erasers and start making lists of who needs to go? And why didn't Media Matters mention Lou Dobbs on their list of other racist commenters still on the air? His crazed xenophobic rants about Mexican immigrants trying to destroy the white middle class certainly qualify as topnotch racism. I still hold that he is an Evil Martian Overlord.
End disorganized bundle of thoughts.
What do you think?
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So yeah, nasty hate speech. Totally disgusting, worthy of outrage and protest and probation. But I don't know about firing, and not because I'm worried about Imus' right to get paid $10 million a year for hate speech. I'm worried about the right of left-wingers and progressives and feminists and anti-racists and LGBT people and humanists to push the envelope on the other side without being accused of, say "anti-Catholic" or "anti-Christian" bigotry.
I'm not crying for Imus, or for Ann Coulter for losing newspapers whose editors should have had the good judgment never to run her column. My concern is about these kind of instant massive firing mobilizations in general, which I worry can make it dangerous for left-wingers and progressives to try to make a living pushing the envelope in over-the-top art/comedy/commentary/satire without worrying the rightwing attack dogs will take some out-of-context comment or image they made and turn it into a "destroy him/her!" campaign. By using these same tactics, I think we might be justifying them. And provoking the righties into going after leftwing commentators for "revenge."
Sure we can clearly see the distinction between Imus's hate speech and, for example, the firing of Bill Maher after 9/11 for making a comment that didn't fit the gung-ho patriotic Bush-can-do-no-wrong atmosphere at the time. But the rightwing attack dogs are all about playing the "gotcha" game, and they are happy to cry "hate speech" and "bigotry" at anyone who expresses anti-religious or "anti-Christian" views, for example. Or to cry "treason" at anyone expressing anti-Bush views. Think of the way rightwing Catholic groups launched a major smear campaign against the two feminist Edwards bloggers for their supposed history of "anti-Catholic bigotry" (i.e. feminist prochoice commentary), or the many campaigns that have been leveled against cartoonist Ted Rall. Many people who make a living from left-wing commentary and cartooning have been in fear for their livelihood due to massive campaigns of outrage based on words or images taken completely out of context or misinterpreted.
I completely support censuring the haters and raising voices against hate speech and making it loud and clear that it's not acceptable. In fact, that's pretty much what I've dedicated my entire cartooning career to.
But there needs to be room for radical dissent and controversial content... and it'd be hypocritical of me to say that privilege only belongs to speech I agree with or don't find hateful or offensive.
Not that there isn't a line somewhere, or that people shouldn't be fired for being openly bigoted assholes, and not that Imus shouldn't have been fired. When Trent Lott revealed that he wanted to see a segregationist United States Strom Thurmond KKK style, he should have been out on his ass. Instead he's now Senate Minority Whip.
Sharpton said he wasn't trying to bring down Imus, he was trying to "lift decency up." But is emphasizing that all we want from our media is cleanliness and decency the way to make it more progressive? Or is just going to encourage editors to choose content based primarily on safety?
The market and advertisers played a big role in this, and I'm not going to celebrate that (scroll down for reference). These same market forces don't make supporting or backing marginal progressive forces or voices a priority and they haven't squat to diversify who gets precious TV and radio airtime and audience: the same old bunch of white guys. They were happy to support Imus for years of similar comments, and only bailed when it became a PR problem. Would these same advertisers bail from a gay program if targeted on a massive scale by rightwing Christian activists?
All that said, what I really want to see in the media is real race/gender diversity and some strong progressive voices, instead of a wall of hatemongers like Imus/Lou Dobbs/Limbaugh/Glenn Beck/Hannity/O'Reilly and a bunch of meaningless centrists.
Obviously Imus's departure hardly marks the End of All Things Sexist and Racist on the Radio. But do we really want to get out big scrubby erasers and start making lists of who needs to go? And why didn't Media Matters mention Lou Dobbs on their list of other racist commenters still on the air? His crazed xenophobic rants about Mexican immigrants trying to destroy the white middle class certainly qualify as topnotch racism. I still hold that he is an Evil Martian Overlord.
End disorganized bundle of thoughts.
What do you think?
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Saturday, April 14, 2007
This was appropriate today. Thanks Blue.
You made me the thief of your heart
In the name of the Father
I hope you're happy now...
...I could never make you so...
you were a hard man...
no harder in this world
you made me cold and you made me hard
and you made me the thief of your heart
Winter is cold...oh!
But you're colder still
and for the first time
I feel like you're mine
I share you with the one who will
mend what falls apart
and turn a blind eye
to the thief of your heart
Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
you lost all
you lost all
I'll never wash these clothes
I want to keep the stain
Your blood to me is precious
nor would I spill it in vain
your spirit sings
though your lips never part
singing only to me
the thief of your heart
Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
lost all
Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
lost all
Friday, April 13, 2007
Talk to Strangers
Talk To Strangers
Saul Williams
Composição: Indisponível
Now i wasn't raised at gunpoint
And i've read too many books
To distract me from the mirror
When unhappy with my looks
And i ain't got proper diction
For the makings of a thug
Though i grew up in the ghetto
And my niggers all sold drugs,
And though that may validate me
For a spot on mtv
And give me all the airplay
That my bank account would need,
I was hoping to invest in
A lesson that i learned
I thought this fool had jumped me
Just because it was my turn.
I went to an open space
Because i knew he wouldn't do it
If somebody there could see him
Or somebody else might prove it,
And maybe in your eyes
It may seem i got punked out
Because i walked in their own path
And then went and changed my route.
But that open-ness exposed me
To a truth i couldn't find
In the clenched fists of my ego
Or the confines of my mind
Or the hip-ness of my swagger,
Or the swagger of my step,
The scowl of my grimace,
Or the mean-ness of my rap.
Because we represent a truth son,
That changes by the hour,
And when you open to it,
For nobility is power,
In that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change
And that truth is living proof of the fact that god is strange…
Talk to strangers
When the family fails and friends led you astray
And buddah laughs and jesus weeps and turns out god is gay.
As angels in disguise love can come in many forms,
The hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm,
And when you finally take the time to see what they're about
Perhaps you find they're lonely or their wisdom trips you out.
Maybe you'll find the cycles end
Right back where you began,
But come this time around
You'll have someone to hold your hand,
Who prays for you who is there for you
Who sends you love and light,
Exposes you to parts of you
That you once tried to fight.
And come this time around
You choose to walk a different path,
You'll embrace what you turned away
And cry at what you laughed,
Because that's the only way
We're going to make it through this storm,
Where ignorance is common sense
And senseless is the norm.
Infact we're high above the truth
And that you never touch,
And stolen goods are overpriced
And freedom costs too much,
And no-one seems to recognise
The symbols come to life,
The bitten apple on the screen
And jesus had a wife,
And she was his messiah
Like that stranger may be yours,
Who holds a subtle knife
That carves through worlds
Like magic doors,
And that's what i've been looking for,
The bridge from then to now,
Just watching b.e.t like what the fuck son,
This is foul
But that's where [boston?] represents
This fear that we live in,
The world is not a flat screen
I ain't trying to fit in.
But this ain't for the underground
This here is for the sun.
A seed a stranger gave to me
And planted on my tongue.
And when i look at you,
I know i'm not the only one.
As a great man once said,
There's nothing more powerful
Than an idea
Who's time
Has come.
http://www.myspace.com/saulwilliams
And i've read too many books
To distract me from the mirror
When unhappy with my looks
And i ain't got proper diction
For the makings of a thug
Though i grew up in the ghetto
And my niggers all sold drugs,
And though that may validate me
For a spot on mtv
And give me all the airplay
That my bank account would need,
I was hoping to invest in
A lesson that i learned
I thought this fool had jumped me
Just because it was my turn.
I went to an open space
Because i knew he wouldn't do it
If somebody there could see him
Or somebody else might prove it,
And maybe in your eyes
It may seem i got punked out
Because i walked in their own path
And then went and changed my route.
But that open-ness exposed me
To a truth i couldn't find
In the clenched fists of my ego
Or the confines of my mind
Or the hip-ness of my swagger,
Or the swagger of my step,
The scowl of my grimace,
Or the mean-ness of my rap.
Because we represent a truth son,
That changes by the hour,
And when you open to it,
For nobility is power,
In that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change
And that truth is living proof of the fact that god is strange…
Talk to strangers
When the family fails and friends led you astray
And buddah laughs and jesus weeps and turns out god is gay.
As angels in disguise love can come in many forms,
The hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm,
And when you finally take the time to see what they're about
Perhaps you find they're lonely or their wisdom trips you out.
Maybe you'll find the cycles end
Right back where you began,
But come this time around
You'll have someone to hold your hand,
Who prays for you who is there for you
Who sends you love and light,
Exposes you to parts of you
That you once tried to fight.
And come this time around
You choose to walk a different path,
You'll embrace what you turned away
And cry at what you laughed,
Because that's the only way
We're going to make it through this storm,
Where ignorance is common sense
And senseless is the norm.
Infact we're high above the truth
And that you never touch,
And stolen goods are overpriced
And freedom costs too much,
And no-one seems to recognise
The symbols come to life,
The bitten apple on the screen
And jesus had a wife,
And she was his messiah
Like that stranger may be yours,
Who holds a subtle knife
That carves through worlds
Like magic doors,
And that's what i've been looking for,
The bridge from then to now,
Just watching b.e.t like what the fuck son,
This is foul
But that's where [boston?] represents
This fear that we live in,
The world is not a flat screen
I ain't trying to fit in.
But this ain't for the underground
This here is for the sun.
A seed a stranger gave to me
And planted on my tongue.
And when i look at you,
I know i'm not the only one.
As a great man once said,
There's nothing more powerful
Than an idea
Who's time
Has come.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Check out this video: Redline
This movie looks awesome, and by awesome I mean, hot-steaming-piece-of-crap, awesome.
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Sunday, April 1, 2007
Sunday in the park with you George
Today was like a super, fantastic, delicious day.
I really love spring.
We met up with my nephews at the park.
There was a pan-flutist with a funky, patch-worked jacket on, playing and dancing around.
My nephew Myles kept trying to stand next to him and imitate him, but in a very innocent Myles-like way.
Beth just let him do it. It was awesome! Me and my other nephew just sat on the bench and laughed our asses off. My brother was like "Beth..tell him to stop"..but then even he broke out into laughter.
But the Zemphyr dude started getting irritated with my nephew who was just trying to have a good time. Jesus dude, it's flattery---take it as a compliment.
He ended up moving away from my nephew--it's like, if you don't understand kids, you probably shouldn't be playing your damn flute next to a playground. Maybe shoot for an elderly living facility?
But seriously, watching a grown man's ego get threatened by a 7-year old is down right entertaining, esp. when you appear to be such a "free spirit."
Then everyone came over and I cooked a big meal: multi-grain pizza for Myles, falafel, hummus, taboule, jasmine rice with curry, broccoli and green beans and pumpkin pie for everyone else.
Then I cleaned the whole house.
I'm friggin' exhausted, but it was an awesome day.
Then I got this totally random, fucking email from a guy named Ryan Timberlake.
Are Priests from Great Britain allowed to marry? WTF? Scam.
The party starts 12pm-5pm according to our program of the event.
You are to start performing when it is 1pm till the end of the party.
There will no be any dance from guest nor familly for any reason what
we
only need from you is for you to just give us interesting music.
All expenses would be taken care of by me;Please I want the best
service from you, because she is my only wife & i love her so much.
So your best production is needed at this occasion.
Pls Let me know your CHARGES to work for 4 Hours on that day,1pm -5pm
when the event will be ending,moreso let me know how you plan to
move down here with your electronics?
I will want to put it to your notice that i will take care of your
hotel only if requested from you,please let me know how many of you
will be comming for this event?
I hope to read from you soon & also to have your service QUOTE
which will only include your travel,feeding, and your service fee.
I look forward to your response and also your price package so that
i can make quick arrangement of paying you a deposit payment so
that you can book my wife event on your calendar.
Pls email me back asap.
Best Regards
I really love spring.
We met up with my nephews at the park.
There was a pan-flutist with a funky, patch-worked jacket on, playing and dancing around.
My nephew Myles kept trying to stand next to him and imitate him, but in a very innocent Myles-like way.
Beth just let him do it. It was awesome! Me and my other nephew just sat on the bench and laughed our asses off. My brother was like "Beth..tell him to stop"..but then even he broke out into laughter.
But the Zemphyr dude started getting irritated with my nephew who was just trying to have a good time. Jesus dude, it's flattery---take it as a compliment.
He ended up moving away from my nephew--it's like, if you don't understand kids, you probably shouldn't be playing your damn flute next to a playground. Maybe shoot for an elderly living facility?
But seriously, watching a grown man's ego get threatened by a 7-year old is down right entertaining, esp. when you appear to be such a "free spirit."
Then everyone came over and I cooked a big meal: multi-grain pizza for Myles, falafel, hummus, taboule, jasmine rice with curry, broccoli and green beans and pumpkin pie for everyone else.
Then I cleaned the whole house.
I'm friggin' exhausted, but it was an awesome day.
Then I got this totally random, fucking email from a guy named Ryan Timberlake.
Are Priests from Great Britain allowed to marry? WTF? Scam.
Hello,
How is Business,
My name is ryan duke I am presently in the UK here i work as a videographer & Priest.
The reason why i am contacting you is that my wife sharron will be Celibrating her 40th Birthday Party soon, precisely on the 22th Of apr 2007,please check your avalability for this date becouse I will like you to take care of the Music aspect of the event.
I came across your profile and am impressed with your
services,experience,your kind of music of course is okay by me.
The venue address of the event is 207 east 2nd street ,AMHERST MA 01004
We are expecting about 80-100 guest & its going to be an indoor party. How is Business,
My name is ryan duke I am presently in the UK here i work as a videographer & Priest.
The reason why i am contacting you is that my wife sharron will be Celibrating her 40th Birthday Party soon, precisely on the 22th Of apr 2007,please check your avalability for this date becouse I will like you to take care of the Music aspect of the event.
I came across your profile and am impressed with your
services,experience,your kind of music of course is okay by me.
The venue address of the event is 207 east 2nd street ,AMHERST MA 01004
The party starts 12pm-5pm according to our program of the event.
You are to start performing when it is 1pm till the end of the party.
There will no be any dance from guest nor familly for any reason what
we
only need from you is for you to just give us interesting music.
All expenses would be taken care of by me;Please I want the best
service from you, because she is my only wife & i love her so much.
So your best production is needed at this occasion.
Pls Let me know your CHARGES to work for 4 Hours on that day,1pm -5pm
when the event will be ending,moreso let me know how you plan to
move down here with your electronics?
I will want to put it to your notice that i will take care of your
hotel only if requested from you,please let me know how many of you
will be comming for this event?
I hope to read from you soon & also to have your service QUOTE
which will only include your travel,feeding, and your service fee.
I look forward to your response and also your price package so that
i can make quick arrangement of paying you a deposit payment so
that you can book my wife event on your calendar.
Pls email me back asap.
Best Regards
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