Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Do not go gently...
Since I was a little girl, I've had a bit of a thing about Elizabeth Taylor. Hers was one of the few pictures of women that graced my walls over the years (I was BIG on posters. In fact, I would plaster my walls from floor to ceiling, like wallpaper.) She was magnetic and beautiful and awe-inspiring in so many ways. And she had sass, which is probably the biggest reason I adored her!
My favourite Elizabeth Taylor movie also stars my eternal favourite leading man, Paul Newman: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I've seen it hundreds of times, and I never tire of it. The beauty and passion of that film always make me want to cry for some reason! (*rolls eyes* Yes, every now and then I'm a total chick! Still, if you're going to get sappy about something, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is a pretty good thing, right? Right?!)
It's sad to think that there aren't really many true Hollywood giants left. All we have now is celebrity. YUCK! Give me stars! Give me talent! Give me grace and elegance and astounding ability and class! And give me just a pinch of scandal! I don't want to see people who are famous for the sake of fame! I don't want to see girls flashing their Guadala-somethings at the world every day, and falling down drunk and drugged and revolting.
*cough* So... in the spirit of celebrating the class and elegance of days gone by, and passing us by even more swiftly every day, I give you:
The Selvedge Yard has a spectacular memorial post up today. You should check it out. The site is always gorgeous, but this post is especially so.
Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt: The truth, the truth! Everybody keeps hollering about the truth. Well, the truth is as dirty as lies! (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof - 1958)
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My favourite Elizabeth Taylor movie also stars my eternal favourite leading man, Paul Newman: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I've seen it hundreds of times, and I never tire of it. The beauty and passion of that film always make me want to cry for some reason! (*rolls eyes* Yes, every now and then I'm a total chick! Still, if you're going to get sappy about something, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is a pretty good thing, right? Right?!)
It's sad to think that there aren't really many true Hollywood giants left. All we have now is celebrity. YUCK! Give me stars! Give me talent! Give me grace and elegance and astounding ability and class! And give me just a pinch of scandal! I don't want to see people who are famous for the sake of fame! I don't want to see girls flashing their Guadala-somethings at the world every day, and falling down drunk and drugged and revolting.
*cough* So... in the spirit of celebrating the class and elegance of days gone by, and passing us by even more swiftly every day, I give you:
Dame Elizabeth Taylor
(1932 - 2011)
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| Via The Selvedge Yard |
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| Cat on a Hot Tin Roof |
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| Cat on a Hot Tin Roof |
Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt: The truth, the truth! Everybody keeps hollering about the truth. Well, the truth is as dirty as lies! (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof - 1958)
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Wednesday Wonders
It’s that time of the week again!
The past week has been pretty spectacular. Well, except for today, which has had a bit of a sour twist. And I don’t mean the smell of vinegar, which I’ve used to deter the ants from my bin.
All the same, there’s always something to be grateful for, and listing those things is a sure-fire pick-me-up. So, without further ado…
* Little girls in full Snow White gear, including the princess collar and crown, spelunking in the muddy puddles outside my office after an epic thunderstorm.
* Teenage girls on motorbikes. Who have gorgeous grunge style. And little sisters who are dressed like princesses, and look at them in awe. Had there been a thought bubble, it would have read: “When I’m big, I want to be just like you, sis!”
* Getting a whole lot done on Friday, when everyone else had gone home. It’s when there’s nobody here, the phones are quiet, the bleeding radio is off and I can play my own weird and twisted music that I’m most productive.
* A long weekend! Monday was Human Rights Day (Hence: no Monday Music. I was too hung-over. Fact. I’m sorry. ) We had a pretty hectic long weekend, but a fun one all the same. I’ll break it down by day, otherwise it will get a bit confusing. Trust me, I was looking at my note book thinking, ‘HUH?’
~ Saturday
: Went to the doc for a follow-up on my new tablets. And?
*drum roll, please* I’m down. Like 5.6 kgs down! *cue ticker tape*
: Had my hair done, and went for a big change! No more pink and purple! Now: shorter and darker! Also: purple and orange. (Not enough purple though, but it’s okay. Only six weeks and we can add more!) Also: I MISS MY PIIIIIINK! : Lunch with friends of Maja Boo. What a scream! : I finally bought a primer for my make up! I figured with my hair being so much shorter, there is even less room for flawed skin (of which I am the disgruntled owner). So… I’ll fake it!
: Impromptu rugby party with P-&-P. Even though BOTH my teams lost – miserably. At least there’s still hormonal value in the teams, regardless of whether they win or lose. In fact, when they lose, they need consoling.
~ Sunday
: I started making a bag for Nix, who is going overseas in April. She was looking for something sturdy, fun and big enough to easily put souvenirs and brochures and pamphlets in, along with the usual cameras and things. I started with my beautiful teal brocade, lined it and put a zip in. Et voila! (If only it was as easy as that! Just as well I find it therapeutic and calming, or I’d go out of my mind!)
: Lunch at Jax & MJ. How we laughed! What a cool day! It poured with rain for most of the afternoon and evening – the guys even had to abort the braai because they were trying to cook the meat in a monsoon – but it all turned out for the best. We had a delicious (Yes, really, Jax!) meal, and such a good time! We went for lunch, and got home not long before midnight. J
: The so-called ‘old aunties’ (who are neither old, nor do they behave like you would expect old aunties to behave) lambasted me for not writing more stuff more often. Not only here at Miss Boo, but in general. I promised I would focus on it more if I could. I had a dream that night that has led to a story formulating. Like, a proper story.
~ Monday
: Holiday!!! Sleeping in! Pizza for breakfast! Loud music! Comfy clothes!
: Bag-making, Part 2. See also: finishing Nix’s bag! Woohoo!!!
: Writing. And writing and writing and writing.
: Re-visiting old Glee episodes: Good idea. While doing my nails: Bad idea. Meh. *shrugs* You win some, you lose some.
* Walking double the distance we usually do and still feeling like a million bucks! I have the blisters and aching muscles to prove it. And the good news? We’re doing it all again tonight!
Little things that made me smile this week:
* Mister Boo’s randomness * Sleeping in * Calm in the face of sheer panic * Body confidence * My new haircut * “Bits and bytes and dust” * Avon Plum Gorgeous lipstick * Clear Matt top coat nail polish * Writing * Selling my first bag * 5.6 kgs people! For The Win!!! * Rugby * Crazy dreams. No, really. Batshit Crazy. * Janis Joplin Chuck Taylor All Stars. Oh. My. God. * Maja Boo’s new car, Bella! She’s gawjus! * Nirvana, to get me through the rough times * Hunter S. Thompson shirts * New header plans. Hopefully to stay for a long time. I think I've found what kind of defines me best now. I hope so! *
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It’s that time of the week again!
The past week has been pretty spectacular. Well, except for today, which has had a bit of a sour twist. And I don’t mean the smell of vinegar, which I’ve used to deter the ants from my bin.
All the same, there’s always something to be grateful for, and listing those things is a sure-fire pick-me-up. So, without further ado…
* Little girls in full Snow White gear, including the princess collar and crown, spelunking in the muddy puddles outside my office after an epic thunderstorm.
* Teenage girls on motorbikes. Who have gorgeous grunge style. And little sisters who are dressed like princesses, and look at them in awe. Had there been a thought bubble, it would have read: “When I’m big, I want to be just like you, sis!”
* Getting a whole lot done on Friday, when everyone else had gone home. It’s when there’s nobody here, the phones are quiet, the bleeding radio is off and I can play my own weird and twisted music that I’m most productive.
* A long weekend! Monday was Human Rights Day (Hence: no Monday Music. I was too hung-over. Fact. I’m sorry. ) We had a pretty hectic long weekend, but a fun one all the same. I’ll break it down by day, otherwise it will get a bit confusing. Trust me, I was looking at my note book thinking, ‘HUH?’
~ Saturday
: Went to the doc for a follow-up on my new tablets. And?
*drum roll, please* I’m down. Like 5.6 kgs down! *cue ticker tape*
: Had my hair done, and went for a big change! No more pink and purple! Now: shorter and darker! Also: purple and orange. (Not enough purple though, but it’s okay. Only six weeks and we can add more!) Also: I MISS MY PIIIIIINK! : Lunch with friends of Maja Boo. What a scream! : I finally bought a primer for my make up! I figured with my hair being so much shorter, there is even less room for flawed skin (of which I am the disgruntled owner). So… I’ll fake it!
: Impromptu rugby party with P-&-P. Even though BOTH my teams lost – miserably. At least there’s still hormonal value in the teams, regardless of whether they win or lose. In fact, when they lose, they need consoling.
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| COME ON! |
~ Sunday
: I started making a bag for Nix, who is going overseas in April. She was looking for something sturdy, fun and big enough to easily put souvenirs and brochures and pamphlets in, along with the usual cameras and things. I started with my beautiful teal brocade, lined it and put a zip in. Et voila! (If only it was as easy as that! Just as well I find it therapeutic and calming, or I’d go out of my mind!)
: Lunch at Jax & MJ. How we laughed! What a cool day! It poured with rain for most of the afternoon and evening – the guys even had to abort the braai because they were trying to cook the meat in a monsoon – but it all turned out for the best. We had a delicious (Yes, really, Jax!) meal, and such a good time! We went for lunch, and got home not long before midnight. J
: The so-called ‘old aunties’ (who are neither old, nor do they behave like you would expect old aunties to behave) lambasted me for not writing more stuff more often. Not only here at Miss Boo, but in general. I promised I would focus on it more if I could. I had a dream that night that has led to a story formulating. Like, a proper story.
~ Monday
: Holiday!!! Sleeping in! Pizza for breakfast! Loud music! Comfy clothes!
: Bag-making, Part 2. See also: finishing Nix’s bag! Woohoo!!!
: Writing. And writing and writing and writing.
: Re-visiting old Glee episodes: Good idea. While doing my nails: Bad idea. Meh. *shrugs* You win some, you lose some.
* Walking double the distance we usually do and still feeling like a million bucks! I have the blisters and aching muscles to prove it. And the good news? We’re doing it all again tonight!
Little things that made me smile this week:
* Mister Boo’s randomness * Sleeping in * Calm in the face of sheer panic * Body confidence * My new haircut * “Bits and bytes and dust” * Avon Plum Gorgeous lipstick * Clear Matt top coat nail polish * Writing * Selling my first bag * 5.6 kgs people! For The Win!!! * Rugby * Crazy dreams. No, really. Batshit Crazy. * Janis Joplin Chuck Taylor All Stars. Oh. My. God. * Maja Boo’s new car, Bella! She’s gawjus! * Nirvana, to get me through the rough times * Hunter S. Thompson shirts * New header plans. Hopefully to stay for a long time. I think I've found what kind of defines me best now. I hope so! *
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* Contrary to all the images of gorgeous men I post, I don't spend all of my time perving at these divine examples of testosterone. It is fun, though!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
It's the Luck of the Irish...
... to have such talented, and often gorgeous, people representing them out in the world!
I give you a short list (click on the names for links):
Dolores O'Riordan
: Singer - The Cranberries
: Hair colour experimenter
Bob Geldof
: Activist, Actor (Pink Floyd's 'The Wall'), Singer - The BoomTown Rats, LiveAid
: Lover of unusual children's names
Roisin Murphy
: Singer-songwriter - Solo, Moloko
: Lover of crazy hats and crazy fashion
Jonathan Rhys Meyers
: Actor
: Happens to have an incredible singing voice, and sings a lot of his own stuff in his movies
: Considered going into the priesthood before 'making it' in the movies (I guess he would have been a perfect tool for converting masses of hormonal girls to Catholisism, though...)
Liam Neeson
: Actor
: Maja Boo's future husband... hands off!
All of U2
: Infinitely amazing band.
: Human rights activists
Daniel Day-Lewis
: I'm not sure I can even say anything about this guy without turning into a hyperventilating, hormonal teenager all over again. Just... *looks out the window dreamily* *suddenly starts blushing* Yup. That's all.
Colin Farrell
: Actor
: Surprised everyone in 'A Crazy Heart' with his singing
: Donated his salary from 'The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus' to friend and co-star Heath Ledger's daughter
: Notoriously badly-behaved
Granted, Ireland has also given the world war, hunger strikes, weird associations with potatoes and ... Shane MacGowan (look it up, I'm not going there!). Still... I prefer to focus on the positive.
Excuse me while I go and drool more at some terribly sexy people, while listening to astounding music.
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I give you a short list (click on the names for links):
Dolores O'Riordan
: Singer - The Cranberries
: Hair colour experimenter
Bob Geldof
: Activist, Actor (Pink Floyd's 'The Wall'), Singer - The BoomTown Rats, LiveAid
: Lover of unusual children's names
Roisin Murphy
: Singer-songwriter - Solo, Moloko
: Lover of crazy hats and crazy fashion
Jonathan Rhys Meyers
: Actor
: Happens to have an incredible singing voice, and sings a lot of his own stuff in his movies
: Considered going into the priesthood before 'making it' in the movies (I guess he would have been a perfect tool for converting masses of hormonal girls to Catholisism, though...)
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| Bless me father... |
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| For I'm about to sin! |
Liam Neeson
: Actor
: Maja Boo's future husband... hands off!
All of U2
: Infinitely amazing band.
: Human rights activists
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Daniel Day-Lewis
: I'm not sure I can even say anything about this guy without turning into a hyperventilating, hormonal teenager all over again. Just... *looks out the window dreamily* *suddenly starts blushing* Yup. That's all.
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| Oh... |
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| my... |
: Actor
: Surprised everyone in 'A Crazy Heart' with his singing
: Donated his salary from 'The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus' to friend and co-star Heath Ledger's daughter
: Notoriously badly-behaved
Granted, Ireland has also given the world war, hunger strikes, weird associations with potatoes and ... Shane MacGowan (look it up, I'm not going there!). Still... I prefer to focus on the positive.
Excuse me while I go and drool more at some terribly sexy people, while listening to astounding music.
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La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da (St. Patrick's Day)
Ah, St Patrick’s Day. The feast day of St. Patrick, inspiration for the central character in countless “An Irishman walks into a bar…” jokes. Also, the inspiration behind this song.
Traditional celebrations of St. Patrick’s day include parades and parties, and sports festivals (mainly football and rugby, mainly in Ireland), and… well… drinking. LOTS of drinking. I think the good Saint would probably be less than impressed with that development, and all the craziness that goes with it, but hey… at least he’s being remembered, right? *
A few random facts you can use to impress your mates while you down your green Guinness:
* St Patrick is the most commonly recognised Patron Saint of Ireland.
* St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated on the anniversary of his death, unless it falls in the same week as Holy Week, in which case, it is celebrated either in the week before or after Holy Week.
* St. Patrick’s path to sainthood started when he was just 16. He was kidnapped and taken to Ireland to be a slave. He dreamed of God visiting him. In the dream, he was told to escape to the coast, where he would be rescued and taken back to Britain. Indeed, he was, and when he finally got back to Britain, he joined the Catholic Church. Years later he returned to Ireland as a bishop, on a mission to convert the still very Pagan Irish to Christianity. It is because of his teachings that the shamrock is associated with Ireland so strongly; he used it to explain the Christian Holy Trinity .
* Green (or grey, if you're colour-blind) is the colour most associated with St Patrick, although it wasn’t always. Originally, blue was the colour that came to mind when talking of St. Patrick. Most likely because of the use of the green shamrock in his teachings, people began wearing shamrocks on his feast day, and as an extension, the colour came to represent it.
* As Guinness says, “Everyone’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day.” Loads of rivers and fountains are dyed green for the day. Even the White House fountain has been dyed green in the past few years!
So, what are you doing to celebrate the far reaching Irish touch of partying? I'm wearing green... a green top, green hair accessory, emerald shoes, green make-up. No time for green nail polish, though. Pity...
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| Despite the look on my face here, I haven't yet had any green beer. |
There are plenty of cabs out there, there are plenty of people who are happy to party without drinking. Unless you’re planning to lament your green-tinged downfall with the saint in person on the other side, drive sober, or be driven by someone who is.
** Source of information: mainly Wikipedia, but the Internet in general.
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