6/27/08

New Artist of Interest

EBONY BONES
She is very fresh and crazy ass hell! You could compare her to like a MIA or Santogold, but don't cause that is so wack! MIA is the only MIA except for Santo and that is because MIA let Santo do it, cause they cool like that. Ebony is from the UK, made out with Grace Jones when she was 15 ( I swear! Fader told me so it is true!) and makes her own out of this world clothes. And once u see the clothes you will see why that is worth mentioning. Yep all signs point to yes for me on this one. What about you, take it of leave it to "Don't Fart On My Heart" ??
Editors Note: Don't judge the damn song before you even listen to it!


VOTE OR DIE!

Dr. Martin's has a design contest, and i made boots i really want! so Kameila since you are the only one reading this blog it is up to u to VOTE VOTE VOTE!

6/18/08

Siren Music Festival

My heart will always be in NY during the Coney Island Siren Festival, no matter where my body is! This year PrettyCheeky favorites RARA Riot will be performing, YAY! It's always good to see another indie rock band from aroudn the way make it. What's next for our Syracuse fam, i predict a Scion Camerical.

**Other Highlights**
Broken Social Scene
The Helio Sequence

Dance Fever Is Sweeping The R&B World!

I am soooo confused! When and how did everyone in R&B decide what the kids really want is a Debra Cox remix of what would be a pretty good R&B song. I thought it was just the kids (or messing with Rihanna) that was the cause when Chris Brown did it...

Forever - Chris Brown

But no, cause Neyo pulled the same fuckry and he is not young or messing with Rih Rih

Closer - Ne-Yo

Now this, and i know it is an epidemic!


**FLASHBACK**
Debra did it first, i ask that she gets her just dues!

New Heat: Old Favorites


New Brazilian Girls album is due to come out July 29th, and it is FLY! i mean you can't really expect much less from the fabulous threesome but trust me it's gonna be the perfect album to ride the summer out to! Nameing the albumNew York City did help them gain a few points with me though, not gonna lie! I'll keep you posted as new music surfaces, that i can share.

Sorry Guys...

If you're not first, you're last.
There is always next year! Lakers fans, don't be hurt your boys are just fine, they make more $$ then most of you will ever see in 3 lifetimes.


6/13/08

13 hours and 3 States later ....

So although I did myself a nice lil vaca in CA, I have to say - it really wasn't all fun and games. A main portion of my trip was to help my very sweet mother move from CA to NM to be with my sister and brother in law. Well for some weird reason I thought that the 10 hour drive I have done on more than 2 occasions was going to be easy per usual ... Well let me just say, I was painfully wrong.

As most people know- taking a large trip like this requires specific time decisions and schedules, which I had planned from the beginning. Well what I failed to schedule was that I was travelling with my 5'0" petite Latin mother which in her head, was on her own schedule. I knew this trip would be emotional for her but I had no idea the level of drama it would get to. This is how we ran:

8am: on public transportation to get our van rental

9am: spend 30 minutes arguing about the schedule and how we needed to load the car

10 am: finally convince mom to start loading the car

11 am: still loading the car and argue over the fact that her NOTHING else fits ... With 3 boxes left to cram in

12 pm: after a argument which left my mother in tears (about her 7 year old water cooler not fitting in a shoe box space in the van) we were finally on the road.

As we were driving I looked over at my mom to see the tears fall from eyes. She has been in California for the past 32 years, longer than she had even been in Honduras. I thought how difficult it must be for her to leave her home, friends and BF- but all in all, this was the decision she had made and moving with my sister and her husband was a something that she originally thought of. So here the journey began.

Driving through valleys, deserts and suburbs we finally descended on what I like to call 'windmill valley' a little past coachella and palm springs- this area is what I always consider my goodbye from CA, miles of wind mills which spin for hours supplying CA with the energy it needs to run every single last air conditioner out there. Ahhhh ..... Arizona here we come.

Coming in it always the same for 1-2 hours .... Coral tone dessert with a beautiful rock display which Arizona is well know for. Then 10 minutes later its a freakin sand storm ... One that seriously doesn't even let you see the car next to you. But its all part of the desert mystique

When reaching Phoenix are smooth drive finally came to a slow very slow pause. Rush hour traffic was a pain, but an even larger pain in the heat. By this time I had to switch off the AC because it was cutting into the gas and seriously starting to give me a head cold. Agghhh ... Lunch time had come and gone- the tostadas and ensalada my mom had made for the road were not holding over anymore. Food was necessary and by chance so was Gas. Time to get off the road and head to Jack in the crack.

Ahhhh the joy of fast food on the road. Nothing like a big greasy burger to fill in your thighs. It had been so long since I even ate solid food because of my braces that I swear this shitty burger was a Lobster Bisque ... Ummmm Lobster. Any who, back on the road. 2 hours in traffic and 5 hours later we finally make it to my sisters place which is about 20 minutes outside of Texas. At 1 am in the morning .... I have never been so happy to seriously go to sleep.

6/9/08

Why the Straight Girl Loves the Gay Club


Come on Now, Do you really have to ask? Look at that picture!

No but really, I have been to the gay club twice in the last two weeks on seperate coasts. Why?

1) its fun
2) I can wear my cute slightly slutty clothes without feeling like a piece of meat

And finally...

3) The praise

Without a doubt every single time I go to the gay club I get atleast 3 co and I mean geniuine compliments not those "dang baby you look good" calls girls get at the straight club. Seriously makes your confidence shoot through the roof! Lol. As for the outfit- all girls have things in there closet which can be taken in any way but going to the gay club looking slightly sexier than usual allows you the chance to let go and got to point 1: Have Fun.
So point to this is, don't judge- enjoy and get your butt over to Circus in West Hollywood or Hiro in the meatpacking district- I guarentee you a good time!

6/8/08

Hanging Out With The Smart Kids


On my sunday mornings i read the NY Times online (because the NY import in LA is $5!) at starbucks. This morning i got to a realllly good article about globalization. I don't know i really think globalization and world economics are really interesting so i try to stay up on it. Anyways this articles stuck out to me because it was talking about US fears of a global market place were we are not the one making all the big decisions and were we are not major power player. I read it and instantly heard my mother "When you go to school, you sit next to the smart kids! learn what they learn do what they do and u will get good grades" I always thought this was lame, until i did and started to see when Sarah got an A and i got a C it kinda bugged me. So i worked harder! i didn't want my friend to be better than me and i didn't want her to think i was dumb. It might seemed dumbed down but somewhere along the way China and India and even Brazil got smart! Before when we were holding their hand and explaining really simple algebra to them they caught on. Now we are stuck looking, well no better than the rest of them. It is a much more even playing field and every day we (America) lose that ground we had on our "peers." i guess all that is left to do now is learn Japanese. 

Read the article for yourself though!

6/6/08

I Vote Yes!


no need for words...shhhh just let it happen. Take me Jason Mraz!

6/5/08

Holy Tortilla Batman! What am I to eat with my frijoles?

Now you know the economy is bad when you can't even get a Tortilla! I just finished reading this crazy article on National Geographic on the Tortilla shortage in Mexico. The Food crisis in Mexico is getting so bad that many are attending rally's and protest screaming out "Tortilla Si, Pan No!" -- a rally against the governments push to get more people to eat bread instead since it is just as filling and dramatically less expensive. It is estimated that the price of tortillas has risen so much that about 5% of the minimum wages salary is going to the product since they are said to be eaten between 7-10 times a day.

" In a New York Times interview in January, Michael Lewis, global head of commodities research at Deutsche Bank, said that the U.S. was responsible for a 60 percent increase in global demand for corn last year due to the expansion of biofuel production."

Seriously, I love Tortillas just as much as the next guy-- but 5% of my salary?? really?? that is just crazy talk. What is our world coming to when the price of a corn tortilla is sky rocketing high enough to cause a shortage in a nation??? I know that the Mexican government has all sorts of trades and tariff deals with the US- but there has to be away to solve this problem without costing some of the poorest people in the world that much of their salary. Now if there government and ours could get out of this whole price fixing situation with gas and corn .... maybe all of us could truly be a little happier.

6/4/08

And it all started

So as some of you read from my early blog on Friday, I was nothing but excited to be on my to LA on Friday. I got to the airport all but 4 hours early- just missing the previous flight by a couple minutes. So instead I decided to venture through the airport and become a consumer buying a cheesy romantic book by a well known Latina Chick Lit writer, buying Starbucks and then finally settling in at my gate to watch a recap of game 1 of the Lakers vs Spurs game on Sport Center. Everything was as close to perfect as it could be ... I should have known better. First my flight gets delayed 30 minutes .... No biggie right? Everyone gets delayed? Then finally make it on the plane and we are all of a sudden on some tour of JFK. Its like we are literally going around in circles, 1 hour later we are literally #14 in line to take off. Then I start to get irritated. By this time I should have my first snack and beverage- I mean my stomach is literally asking for it, but instead I'm stuck in my window seat next to a Kiwi Tourist which is on her way back home from a great week in NY.

Ahhhhh ... And finally we take off. I look out my window and see how gorgeous the 80 degree weather looks on Long Islands green water. I am sooo glad to be going home. And as I start to slowly doze off into a long nap, the captain comes on to the intercom with a friendly message, "Ladies and Gentlemen we are approximately 30 minutes into our trip and have discovered that we are having a small mechanical error limiting the amount of gasoline making it to our engine. Please hold tight as we turn around and head back to JFK". OMFG. I am going to die on this plane in a pair of chanclas (I don't wanna hear it Solis). I swear as the plane sharply turned we got closer and closer to the water (which by the way we weren't flying over when leaving NY). I swear he is dumping gas in the water and he is getting closer to the water to make a landing.

Finally we get over JFK and land in some far off corner of the airport where you couldn't even see a. Building in sight. As soon as any sign of life is visible- what do I see? About 10 Counter Terrorist police Cars and 5 Fire Trucks on my side of the plane alone. OMG ... There is a terrorist on the flight and we are on fire!!! So of course I start looking around at who I have to throw a shoe at to save my life and skip over looking at the obvious Muslim man in a scarf and look at the nerdy white guy with a small brief case under the seat in front of him. He is the one I have to jump on for trying to kill us- it has to be him- he'd looks to damn smart. As I get my Charlies Angels Kara-tey plan in my head the captain comes on again and says " OK guys, as you can see we have landed safely and will taxi into Gate 33 where you can wait a 2 hour delay while we fix this plane and take off again".

Oh Hell No! This fool actually thinks I am getting on this same flight again? He is smoking some serious crack. I know move my energy from becoming a cooler version of Cameron Diaz to how to get the fuck out of NY on a different plane as soon as possible. If there is one thing I learned a long time ago is you attract more bee's with honey than you do with vinegar. So I turn on my phone, put on my nice voice and get AA customer service to get me on the 4:30 pm flight which leaves in 7 minutes. I now have 7 minutes to run from Gate 33 to Gate 27. This is not going to an easy task considering I have been on a liquid diet for the past 2 weeks because of my new grill and am real week. Panting and tired as hell, 15 minutes later i realized that i had missed the boarding and that there was no way that they were going to let me board that flight. The lady at the counter was a bitch. No other way of putting it cause i know i was being patient and nice for that matter and she STILL refused to help anybody else out. So .... i settled into my seat and waited for them to announce what the heck they were going to do with the 120 people waiting to get to LA.

About 30 minutes later i got myself a ticket for the the 7:20 pm flight and managed to keep my seats for my original flight in case that one left first- on another plane of course. So i sat and waited. As I waited i met a very nice Soap Opera star which told me all about her kids and bi-coastal living situation and how often this 'gas' problem happened on planes. She was sweet but I had absolutely no idea who the heck she was. 10 minutes later the 7:20 pm flight was delayed until 9pm and my original flight was cancelled indefinitely due to mechanical error. Great. I left work early for this shit. As I started to get hungry and the night began to get longer- the airline handed out food vouchers and let us know that they were trying to get another plane up from Philly to take us all home. Fat Chance I thought. With the way the Airplane industry is ... it's doubtful i will get anything other than a freaking shitty free ham sandwich out of this. And well ... I was wrong! 30 minutes later I was boarding a plane and hour later we were taking off and 6 hours after my original scheduled arrival i was in LA hearing my Dad Bitch about how late I was. All in All it was a crazy dramatic entrance to the Westcoast, but what else could you really expect. I mean it is Hollywood and I did need some sort of fireworks to announce my arrival.


Tomorrow and the days to follow I will tell you guys about my night out with my main gays, My 13 hour drive to NM, possible Sex with an X, Shoe Shopping Heaven, Sex and the City-in LA and why it is not good to fall in love with Gay men (Yes Yanna, I'm still convinced he is Gay! That's my story and I'm sticking to it!)

xoxo

Quote of the Day!

I read a rumor on an internet message board blog that if you put on shutter shades, u can see through the clothes of any1 who is at least 50% alt.


HAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA

6/3/08

Plane Crash in Honduras


I don't think many of you will realize how close to home this plane crash hit. About 95% of my family still lives in Honduras and about 45% of them live within 15 minutes of this airport. Notoriously known for being one of the most difficult airports to fly into, A Taca airplane (the carrier my family and i have been using for years) overshot the runway and crashed into a road next to the airport killing 5 people. Luckily it was only 5 people because as we can all see from this picture- many more could have been killed. I hope all the families and loved ones of these people are doing well and wish them nothing but my true condolences.

6/2/08

I Vote Yes!


Congrads baby!

Thanks Aunt Pat...

But i'm good on these...

RIP to First Love

It was my first love that that really put me on to the greatest of Yves Saint Laurent. I remember he use to always use this YSL wallet, old and worn but classic. Even after we broke up i still looked at YSL like that, like a first love. Classic and a found memory of the past. Like a good jazz standard or something. So this morning when i heard that Yves Saint Laurent pasted, my heart was alil bluer. Almost like it brought an end to that old romance...

The Post You All Have Been Waiting For



** Disclaimer** do not read this if you have NOT seen SATC i am going to talk about it all!

Twice this weekend i went to see Sex and The City and both times I was reminded how much i LOVE that damn show, Patrica Feilds and New York!




The first night I did it the right way, put on my heatherette glitter top (thanks Kamelia) and some heels and waited in line for an hour and a half. I almost fought a queen ( "I know u are not trying to rush in front of me!?") and i'm not sure if it was all the wine I brought in and drank or what but i cried sooooooo hard! I cried from beginning to end! I never cried during the TV show, so i knew that this movie was special from the jump!


Not only was it top notch chick flick tear jerker quality it was also funny. That was my biggest fear going into it that it was going to be watered done pon-filled jokes like season 6 but nope it was right on! (Hello i live here!)


The second time was the following morning, Kamelia was in town and since we are friends first, blog buddies second we meet up and saw it around 11 the next morning. No line, no glitter, just two good friends seeing a movie about friends :) This time some things really stuck out to me. Like how grown up the girls are! I know this should not be a surprise to be but while i am watching it i am looking at Carrie like damn u are FINALLY a grown up! hahahaha i finally believe that u could afford those shoes! And for a sec i felt like i had grown up with her almost. All the chicks just seemed finally settled into the people they were meant to be. I'm sure u can calk that up to good writing.

I was not feeling the "here's to another 50 years." line though. Because with a flash i could see these old broads in their 80s wearing Channel going to Bangolo 8 talking about "What do you meeeean i can't come in!?" or Samantha freaking her male nurse as her grandchildren walk in on her.... and then i thought maybe i don't need a second and third film :/

I can honestly say though it was everything i wanted! I wanted Carrie to freak the freak out on Big but i wanted them to end up together (get over Aden he has moved on they are not getting together!) I wanted Samantha to leave Smith (that was getting boring) i wanted Charlotte to have a baby and curse someone out and i wanted Miranda to finally just love Steve! And i think i got all that :)
The one hiccup was there were not enough clothing changes for me. Did anyone else notice that that studded belt and those black heels were in the movie just one too many times?? i noticed! i wanted to see SHOES and BELTS and HATS. i mean really SATC couldn't get a devil wears prada wardrobe budget?? I’m being a bitch but whatever!

To wrap it all up, Jennifer was cute, braidy is BIG, LA is wack and WILL make u fat, NY is amazing, don't drink the water in Mexico :) oh and forgive!