nw i got nth to du..

lookin thru my piccas on fb...

playin social interview for nth//

Yo!

I am slow with pop culture and I apologize if Yo Gabba Gabba is old school. Watching the program with my nephews over the weekend, however, I found a striking resemblance, if not karmic, between my old student Andrew Pillow (class of 2007) and DJ Lance. Although Andrew never donned orange hair and spandex, his behaviors in room 301 of the Brown School are canning to the emcee of this Nickelodeon television show.

For some reason, I can totally see him as an actor climbing to the top of Hollywood finding his culmination as a Yo Gabba Dabba performer. The smarminess is there and I believe, full-heartedly, he should be DJ Lance for Halloween.

Monday Music

Ah, Monday.

Why not welcome it with a little Dexy's Midnite Runners from the 1980s?

It's peppy, fun, and a decent way to get back into the grind (not that the weekend ever ended the grind). I thought of the song last night and it put a karmic smile on my face. I will need it to kick myself in gear this morning.

Moose and Syracuse

One of the father's of a goalie, Matt, whose son, Dan, keeps for CNS, is known as a phenomenal supporter and believer in all the athletes in the CNY area. I met Matt during many winter practices in a soccer arena while some of the young kids I've been working with played with his son. He was great company during the cold practices and talked passionately about his desire to see these kids achieve great things.

Yesterday, I attended a benefit for Matt at the Moose Lodge on the west side of Syracuse. Matt has brain cancer and the day was designed to raise funds for his treatment and future. The place was packed with hundreds of people - many of them young athletes showing Matt and his son that they care about all he's given them. It was a beautiful event and inspirational.

During times like this, I see such possibility in what we are able to do.

"shawty.s lyk a melody in my head..."

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"hawty.s lyk a melody in my head...."

yesterday;;shoppin.....

#1 cardigan [cotton on]

#2 2 printed tees [giordano]

bought dem!!

<3 dat tee.!! purple....

we go eat lunch,,

as usual, my pick is italian.

no fettuccine there..

i took ham&mushroom spaghetti

fabulous!!

den.............we go burger king ..buy food

den we go west coast for nth..

so bored there.

allo of a sudden decided to go there.

no bike no anth.

wad to du.....

sigh...

den we go home...

ystd luh dat one..

todayy....

i just came back frm a weddin ceremony.........

very grand.

@da frontier the rooftop..

>air conditioned

>its orange+black

>great fabulous fantastic food,,

>desert;;choco choco choco !! cake&eclair damn savouring,,

<333333

ltr we going to buy shoes...

tv premier of hairspray is tonight,,

wana go watch((:

get comfy,get chocos  and get a great couch.

nth lyk a great mvie.

tlkin bt mvies i wana go watch DATE NIGHT & THE LAST SONG

!!

.......

we shud hav a mvie night every wk..

a grp of friends..

to the cinemas evry saturday!!

wudn.t it be great..

but den sigh.........we'.ll b broke

lol

"earthquakes can shake us,cyclones can break us.hurricanes can take our love away..."

^pyramid^ 

"now you see girl.you ain't gotta say nothing. your lips are callin me like they wanna do something"

 

kiss n tell

hehassss

 "they say that hate has been sent.so let loose the talk of love.before they outlaw the kiss baby giv me one last hug.."

NEVER LET YOU GO

<333 dat song!!

ouhkae. i.m goin,

buh bye.

for Ulla

In 1998, when I first went to Copenhagen, Ulla Okby brought me on a boat tour of her youth. We went to Christiania and talked about her squatting days and then traveled by a light post that had an angel on top. She told me that an old boyfriend gave that angel to her as a gift and every time she saw it, she remembered her youth. It was a cheap, flattering gift that still stands as a monument (and that was placed there by someone else)

I knew Ulla as the zany, witty, and dedicated teacher she was for the young people at the Roskilde Lile Skole in Denmark. She came often to Kentucky and I cherished our talks and get-togethers. In Denmark, she cooked me brilliant food and kept my spirits alive. In my home, she marked every book in my library that she's read with a Danish flag sticker. She and I both had a love for Douglas Coupland.

When she passed, I bought the wooden angel as a memory I could keep in my home of her friendship. Whenever I see angels I think of her and the karmic influence she had on my life. I think of her often and the impression she made on me. I was thinking about her last night and write this post in her memory.