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Abuelos, Grande y Grande, Grande
There is a freedom in surrendering to far more powerful phenomena, accepting its influence. The billions of seconds and billions of variables that decided you be here right now– the percentage of them that had nothing to do your own motion, nothing to do with your conscious thoughts. If I think back in my life [...]
VeganMoFo #4: Rotten Tomatoes
Food shopping and cooking for one is a nuanced art. But I am learning. As a kid I always accompanied my mom to the supermarket for weekly food shopping. With the dry erase etchings transferred to an old piece of junk mail, we set out with our game plan. The list was written in my [...]
Vegan Red Lobster Cheese & Garlic Biscuits
Had I not wanted to allow for internet searchers to easily find these vegan Red Lobster cheese and garlic biscuits, I would have called these my “Holy Sh*t Motherscratcher Ever-Lovin’ Biscuits”… or some such name that adequately expresses my great excitement about them. Many, like me, have fond memories of chomping on Red Lobster‘s complimentary [...]
Life Recap: 10 Best Shows So Far (I.N.P.O.)
Bon Jovi/Tesla, Nassau Coliseum, Long Island, 1987: I was 9. Let’s keep this in perspective. Faith No More, Roseland Ballroom, NYC, 1992: Ozzy Osbourne, Paramount Theater at MSG, NYC, 1993 Built To Spill, Tramps, NYC, 1997 Unwound/Blonde Redhead, Kill Rock Stars/CMJ Festival, NYC, 1997 Elliott Smith, Time Cafe, NYC, 1998 Modest Mouse, Knitting Factory, NYC, [...]
Lasagna
Lasagna, coca-cola and pig tails. These were three of my favorite things as a little one. Luckily for this little Italian girl, Easter time meant all three of these things– and a bunny head-shaped pink cake with jelly bean eyes (as seen in the distance of this picture). I often winced at a baked noodle [...]
Cinderella and Cinderella
When I was a tween watching Headbangers Ball, I internalized the possibility that long-haired metal guys could infiltrate my daily life and save me from the tedium, save me from, say, school, or an arguing father. It seemed completely rational to me that Twisted Sister might show up to help convince my folks to let [...]
Thriftshopping… In My Closet, Part II
8. Buttons to Push Buttons. When I was a kid there was one phone in the in the house and it was in the kitchen. This phone had a ring so powerful you’d hear it from the basement, the attic and in any of the 4 top floor bedrooms. With four youngins in the household, [...]
Thriftshopping… In My Closet, Part I
Yesterday I cleaned out my storage closet. Re-discovering my lost treasures was so exciting. It was like I was at an estate sale of a woman with my exact taste and penchant for kitsch. Below is a list of some of my favorite unearthed treasures and the chain of thoughts they provoke. 1. Sunday gloves [...]
One in 8 Million: Reclaiming My Home
When I was a little girl poking around my father’s coin stash, the stray New York City Subway tokens always intrigued me. I remember the subway: the turnstiles like a bathtub faucet turned upright, a rotating propeller I could slip under easily; anyone could. And I remember the trains, arriving colorful and coated in bright [...]
Spring Cleaning Tidbits, Part II (Photo version)
The Valentina exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York. I’ve always found fashion to be the most trivial of the arts… but then again I’ve been wearing the same clothes and shoes for at least ten years. Had I been amongst New York’s high society in the 1940′s, I may of worn [...]
Multimodal. Sounds Kinky.
A picture is worth a thousand words.Below are some examples of multimodal literacy in its spectrum of utility. Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of American Empire is an example of how graphic novels are moving beyond entertainment and leisure reads to become tools for education and social action. Another notable political graphic novel is the [...]
The Path to Salvation: The Salvation Army
Denver, CO I am an avid thrifthunter. Apparently it was decided in the stars, as noted in Starsky and Cox’s Sextrology {Thee most spot-on description of the Libra woman I ever did read, including such accurate details as my shoe size}. I’ve traveled coast-to-coast collecting knick-knacks and thing-a-mybobs, often expeditioning solely for a thrift prospect. [...]
