No Age Is Knarl Kill

I’m working too much!  I need to post more often and I’m really sorry for the long delay.  Soon, today, later today I will update/inform.


For now, I’m super duper duper duper stoked on these guys.  No Age, check ’em out.  They kill!!


The Fall

Everyday when I get off work, I pretend that I just woke up and that I have a bright, new day ahead of me.  So I walked out of Moondoggies and took a deep breath and walked up the street to paint some pottery.  As I was leaving I noticed a line in front of The Palm, a quirky indie movie theater.  So I stood in line and asked the man in front of me what movie he was standing in line for.  The next thing I knew I found myself submerged in the most amazing film I’ve seen all year.  I even put it in front of all the other movies on my Myspace favorites, as if that is the most passionate declaration of love…  but honestly.

The Fall is an imaginative tale of two characters who meet at a hospital in Los Angeles.  Little Alexandria, played by Catinca Untaru, brings innocence and light to an otherwise dark film… her character was flawlessly and utterly charming;  Untaru sparkles with a curiosity and honesty that will capture your heart.  After Alexandria finds Roy Walker, broken hearted and bed-ridden, the movie comes to life with vivid photography and masterful cinematography.  He tells her an “epic” tale of bandits and swimming elephants and Charles Darwin. The central theme of the film is, quite obviously, falling–the fall from grace and what happens thereafter.  The story was beautifully tragic, appropriately sarcastic, provocative and velvety-dark.  Here is the trailer, I highly reccommend you indulge in this awesome film :  )

I know I haven’t written in a long while, but my computer isn’t currently working.  This is not so good since I being 2 online classes tomorrow, and I don’t have a car to use the Cuesta computers, and today my rear bike tire got a flat… and strangely enough, my cell phone has been on and off recently and I feel as though many important things in my life are falling apart, all the while I’m doing just fine.  I’ve been working 7 days a week, I’m moving out of my apartment, and really just feel like I’m a young adult now!  I quite love it.

But I’m not going to kiss any boys for a while.

The End.

love, Music, Nineteen, Thoughts

Rolling Stone Rolled Right Over My Heart


The cover and contents of Rolling Stone Magazine this month are like… they’re just… it’s like love, or lust or something.  It makes my heart pound and feel all full of happiness.  I’m giddy and smitten over Rolling Stone.

First of all, the cover has pictured: Kirk Hammett, Carlos Santana, Buddy Guy, Eddie Van Halen, Jimmy Page, B.B. King, Omar Rodriguez Lopez and (last and never, ever least) John Mayer.  John Mayer, looking like the sexiest, most perfect man to ever walk the earth.  He’s got this amazing head of dark brown hair, this little smirk on his pretty lips, and he’s wearing his new irezumi tattoo sleeve, a white v-neck and nike air force ones.  Side Note: I’ve seen B.B King and Santana in concert, and now I’m about to see John Mayer, I feel so spoiled-bratty-like.

That said, I’ve had to make a decision not to see Coldplay.  It breaks my heart…. really, it feels like I’ve taken a punch to the gut or something… it hurts. But I can’t do everything.  And I’ve already seen them in concert… BUT THE NEW ALBUM IS SO FREAKING AMAZING IT LEAKED ON THE INTERNET AND I FOUND IT AND OHHHHHHHHHHHH….. but no… I’ll survive without seeing them on tour this year.  I will survive, even if I don’t feel like I will 😦  So since I can’t go see them, Eva and I are going to make a HUGE deal out of the release of their new album, like wait in line for Boo Boo Records to open and then blast it as loud as we can with our eyes closed to pretend like we’re seeing Chris Martin in the living room.

I move in to my new loft soon, it’s so adorable and it will be nice to have my little cubby of a space to call my own.  I will miss my roommates a lot.  I just love them so much, and can you imagine… I found them on  Lucky, lucky girl I am.

Back to Rolling Stone:  Statesboro Blues by The Allman Bros. is number 9 greater guitar song of all time.  No. 1 is Johnny B. Goode, Purple Haze no. 2, Crossroads by Cream no. 3.

“Once, on T.V. I saw John Lennon say he wished he could play like me.  I almost fell out of my chair.”
–B.B. King

Killing in the Name by Rage is no. 24 (Tom Morello is a god,) Seven Nation Army is no. 21, and London Calling is no. 48.

John Mayer said,

“[The blues] are so fundamental in me that I have to imagine that it was just born into me.  You either want to hear those notes bend or you don’t.”

“With guitar, you get out what you put in, and it’s the ultimate shield for other people trying to fuckin’ take away your heart and soul.  It’s a completely exposed craft.  There is no facade.”

I mean, I really adore that man.  He’s the absolute most impeccable, indefectable, immaculate, consummate character that I’ve ever imagined.

john mayer

Concerts, Life, love, Nineteen

Tennis Ball In My Teacup

Play this song before you read my blog post. It’s pure magic.

Coldplay Viva la Vida

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls: I am going to see Coldplay.

I am going to see Coldplay
I’m going to see John Mayer.

And then I’m going to die the happiest girl in the world. OHHHHH MY GOD, I just, I just, have no words for my excitement. The thought of missing either of the two in concert makes me feel heavy and sad and depressed, it makes me feel broken hearted. And so, it must be done. I must imerse myself in their music.

My mind has been toying back and forth with my summer plans….I’ve almost posted my plan a half dozen times, but have stopped myself due to my uncertainty. Alas! I have the plan.

Unfortunately, Boston is out of the picture. We all know why: a sandwich is just as much as a gallon of gas. And I have this new theory working about how a sandwich is human fuel, and maybe it can fuel us just as far of a distance on a bike as a gallon of gas could a car. Depends on the car I guess… depends on the person.

So anyway, no east coast for me this summer. I’m sad, but I had to be practical. A week of vacation means no work hours, no paycheck, in the middle of summer school, costing about $700 dollars, not including opportunity cost. It just wouldn’t be smart, you feel me?

So instead, my summer fun is going to be 2 major concerts here in beautiful Calif. My justification for them is the opportunity cost, and the fact that I’m not paying for an airplane ticket to Boston. Basically, 2 nights off for 2 concerts in California versus 7 nights off for 1 concert in Boston. Am I making sense?

I love this website:

Check it out, seriously kicks booty.

And if you’re ever feeling blue: This website will make your heart melt.

Thank’s for that, Max.

Last night I had a dream where every single time I tried to pour tea in my teacup, a tennis ball was in the bottom, which frustrated me to no end. Furthermore, I was never able to take it out! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?


Change, Dip Dive, Life, Obama, politics

Obama, Olive You.

Barack and Michelle Obama

I’ve been so ridiculously involved in laundry, packing, and internet browsing for airplane tickets and Coldplay tickets today that I only JUST found out that Barack Obama is the presumptive Democratic nominee. I was sitting there watching MSNBC, fuming at the ugly sight of Senator McCain, when…. Breaking News! BARACK OBAMA IS THE PRESUMPTIVE DEMOCRATIC NOMINEE.

There I sat, stiff with excitement, my jaw on the floor, my eyes wide and watery and bright. I was stuck, struck, my insides and my head felt like a whirl of political passion… I didn’t know what to do with myself! So I ran next door to share my excitement with the neighbor boys, who said “Duh” and starred at me all cow-eyed; not quite the response I’d hoped for, but then one of my best friends Andi called me and we squealed on the phone for a good 5 minutes and discussed possible VP candidates the rest of the time. All of a sudden I had this huge moment of clarity. Barack Obama is soon to be our President of the United States of America.

I’m watching the news right now, and here he is. He’s walking out from behind the bright blue curtain toward the podium with U2 playing in the backgroud, his beautiful wife (clad in bright purple) at his side. They are a sight to behold, and I just feel so, so, so proud. I feel so proud of him. Proud of my country, of my generation… It’s amazing when you know that you’re witnessing a historic moment.

In his speech, John McCain used the word “change” 32 times (33 if you count “climate change.”) The backdrop behind him was a bright shade of green with white block letters that read, “A leader we can believe in.” Even Senator McCain has acknowledged the need and desire of the American people for change. Funny thing is, I don’t think McCain knows anything about change… his policies certainly don’t reflect that he does.

Obama’s speech is phenomenal. It’s perfect and passionate and inspirational. Here are some quotes I typed fast enough to capture:

“What you won’t see is a campaign that uses religion as wedge, and patriotism as a bludgeon.”

“America, this is our moment, this is our time, our time to turn the page on the policies of the past…. our time to offer a new direction for this country that we love. I face this challenge with profound humility, and knowledge of my own limitations. But I also face it with limitless faith in the capacity of the American people… I am absolutely certain that generations from now we will be able to look back and see that this was the moment, this was the time that we came together to remake our nation so that it would reflect ourselves…”

I can’t believe that after all of this time, after 16 months… since he introduced himself in Boston as a skinny man with big ears named Barack Obama, since the beginning of “Yes We Can!” and now, finally: “Here Is How.” Let’s all just enjoy this moment. The Obama campaign has issued statements saying that they’re going to take 10 minutes to enjoy their victory. And so now, LET’S PAARTY!

love, Nineteen

My Sexy Ten


Benicio del Toro1. Benicio del Toro is even sexy as a heroine addict in Things We Lost In The Fire. I love his furled brow and his strong gaze and the way he holds his mouth when he thinks, but most of all I love his full name:

Benicio Monserrate Rafael Del Toro Sanchez

Oh la la.

john mayer

2. John Mayer. Everyone knows how I feel about this fella…. not much more to be said except for I need to do everything in my power to try and get to Boston in a month.

Steven Colbert

3. Steven Colbert is truly fearless. He has every right to his arrogance because he really is as amazing as he believes himself to be. If you don’t believe me, watch part one of his speech at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner.

4. Smart, good looking, articulate, clean… who wouldn’t want this man, lover, President, or otherwise?

Barack Obama Black and White

I want his babies.

5&6. Just to clarify, it’s JEmaine, not JERmaine. Yes, I want he and Bret’s collective babies. Though if I had to choose one it’d be Bret. I know, there might seem to be a trend in my choice of tall, dark and handsome men but of course I can never be predictable. That said, I love Bret’s boyish, perhaps slightly elfish face and small frame. But really, it’s his occasional facial hair and moppy head that gets me– and I’m not usually one for the scruffiness.

Bret McKenzie

8. Have I mentioned my love for E.E. Cummings in the past? Perhaps. Anyway, he’s perfect feel, like Impressionism. Abstract and created without rules, just emotion. He’s raw and edgy but sexy and soft at the same time. Like handcuffs. Just hear these lines and try to appreciate :

e.e. cummings

Humanity i love you 
because you would 
rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose 
soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would 
be embarrassing for both
parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words 
country home and mother 
when sung at the old howard
Humanity i love you because
when you're hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you're flush your pride keeps
you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually 
committing nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
lifer in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down
on it
and because you are
always making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

9. Heath Ledger