Are You Going?

Are you going to Coachella?
by: johanaavi

Harmonize

Vitality

I have been more aware of my body lately. My body as my vessel. My body as a separate entity than my mind. Arguably, I have a healthier lifestyle than the average American, but my lifestyle (activity vs. diet vs. self-inflicted damage) can absolutely be improved upon. I "think" about those factors that I can improve often although rarely take any action. When I say "think" I really mean cross my mind in negative terms causing me to make an empty promise to myself, and immediately forget about it and not take the "thought" seriously - a familiar vicious cycle that a majority suffer from.
Right now, I am probably in the best possible position, given access and availability, to actually take a moment, set real conscious decisions and successfully execute these decisions. This time around I have every intention of doing so. As I stated before, I have been focusing a lot on the body - what it is capable of, how you need to nourish it, it's extreme importance, and how thankful I am to have my body - and at that perfect moment my body has thrown its hands up to me and snapped in the face of my mind.

My movement has been compromised and every day tasks are no longer those simple daily tasks. As simple as that – things change. I am lucky - this is a small, fixable ailment. Not everyone has that kind of luck. Yes, I see that I am lucky, but that does not mean that I am not thoroughly upset and depressed that I am laid up and crossing many of my to-do's off my list NOT because I completed them, but because they are out of my reach now that I am injured.
Back to the perfect timing though. When I finally decide to show my body the importance and respect it deserves it proves to me the extent and need for this change and how powerful and/or cumbersome it can be.

How To Be A Good Person

to be continued...

Death Fucks Me Up

It should though, right? I'm always complaining to myself that I don't think enough. Literally, don't process those things that are going on around me and the direct and greater meaning of those things -- really thinking -- but man, death makes me think. There is an immediate punch in the gut, typically due to shock, and then the awe and amazement. The ramifications of an individuals death are varied, although no matter who or where you are, it's painful for those you left behind near or far.
I absolutely have a 'moment of silence' for people whom I have known, encountered, admired or simply heard about that have passed on. Process the reality into context. Apply it to my life and see where I may be taking things for granted, where I can make changes, those things I am appreciating and doing right. One split second. One decision. One negative remark. One moment can change the course of your or some other life instantly. I am fascinated by that split second and the impact that it has.
Yes, death occurs everyday throughout the world. It is a part of life. The end to the cycle. Respect it.

Hella Coachella 2010

OK, I truly can't believe that it is almost a month past what was the BEST Coachella experience yet. I still feel high from Coachella. I still am listening to all my favorite Coachella artists. I still haven't unpacked from Coachella. In fact, I may or may not be sitting on my rastafarian afghan rug naked in the sun. You think I am joking....
Anyways, long live and love one of the events that has offered me some of my happiest moments in. Sad (nah, not really) but true. Coachella is a year-long cycle. April 24th you are drained, sun burnt, possibly regretful, possibly ill and definitely smiling from ear to ear. You spend the next three months recounting all of the heinous, epic, hilarious and life-changing moments with those who you attended with and maybe with some who have no idea what they are missing. The next three months are spent doing a lot of the same, but by this time you have successfully convinced at least one of your friends who has never been to Coachella to go. 100% they are in. SOLD!
At this point we are only six months out from the event itself....so you have to get started scheming line up predictions, rallying your Mothership troops and reconnecting with your pals who contribute to Coachella to ensure that they haven't had a lobotomy and are still going to meet you in the desert. Of course they are. Coachella planning can make one more paranoid than normal though, so just to be sure you have to start laying out the lines of communicado. The last three months before the actually event, I am talking mid-Jan to April is balls to the wall mothership coordination, ticketing buying/begging/scalping and sickening anticipation. I know that the mothership mama, JoJoMA, can go overboard with planning at times...but it truly wouldn't come to full fruition without her so each ounce of energy is appreciated and does not go unnoticed. The 5/6-day weekend commences and all parties meet under the purple sky...
This year was fucking flawless. I felt like I flew down on my magic carpet, with one of the most awesomely crazy co-pilot's in the world in tow, wafting in on a billow of smoke and landing in a patch of gold sparkled glory. Weather-perfect. People-indescribable. Music - mind blowing. Issues - non existent.

I am still riding that high. Coachella has set my spirit free and I'm gonna be pissed when something bottles it up again. Loves my peoples, my grass bed and my balloon lit sky!

Right Time for a Resurection

It's not clear when I 'fell off the wagon' with this blog, but I feel like it is high time that I start cackling my interests, rants and funny finds out there for no one to read. Actually, now that I wrote my second first sentence it had me thinking on why I stopped writing shit on here. I recalled and I assure you that it was a lame, dumb reason (one that has actually landed me where I am at this exact moment) so I now have to pledge that I will post on here forevermore in fear that I will never break free of where I am now. It isn't THAT bad, but it's pretty bad :)
I also had a ridiculous fear that people might actually read this thing, and if someone did, what they would think of it. Naturally those outside thoughts were negative in my head, but once again, I am now able to see that no one is paying attention and anything I publish here is truly for me first and foremost. Also, there are so many people slogging that 1.) Why can't I? 2.) Most slogging isn't even good so I don't even have to try too hard 3.) I need to visit more websites and play around more on my computer before I am 100% computer illiterate, stuck in the stone age and have to take uploading lessons from a 5 year old.
So, alas, I will begin adding random shit to a random page on the internet....and trying to bimpeccable while doing so.

without further ado....

STOP Guillermo Vargas!!!

This is a very serious matter...
In 2007, the 'artist' Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery, and starved him to death. For several days, the 'artist' and the visitors of the exhibition have watched emotionless the shameful 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, until eventually he died. Does it look like art to you? But this is not all... the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the 'installation' was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the biennial of 2008. PLEASE HELP STOP HIM. http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition.html It's free of charge, there is no need to register, and it will only take 1 minute to save the life of an innocent creature.

No surprise here - this has illicited an overwhelming response of pissed off people. One of my personal favs...
"Fuck that so-called art. If there is anything that could change my mind about conceptual art it would be this. It sick that people would be SO FUCKING IGNORANT to accept this as art. Someone should tie this peice of shit to a wall so we can watch him starve and die.
Even Duchamp would not approve. And I dont think this peice is conceptual.
It is not always entirely clear what 'concept' ultimately refers to, and it runs the risk of being confused with 'intention.' Thus, in describing or defining a work of art as conceptual, it is important not to confuse what is referred to as 'conceptual' with an artists 'intention.'
This is INTENTION. Fuck guillermo!"

Someone please tell me how this works. HOW!!??

I'm Gonna Buy This

Although I doubt they will sell it to me for $25 on accident two years in a row

Killer Klowns from Outer Space

Tapas!

Cruzin the beeyotch and came across an awesome mediterranean tapas restaurant. It was decently priced, BYOB and had the best mushrooms I've ever tasted. I tried paella for the first time ever and enjoyed these yummy dough-ball roll things that they had. It is definitely one of my new fav places!!!
I was waxing nostalgic though....I started thinking about my one previous tapas experience, which made me think of going to Spain...and now i really want to go somewhere!!
BARCELONA

Buck bed on Train

Mad Tapas - some good, Some Nasty

Boqueria!

On the train with Jo's foot

Sean Paul’s songs sparked woman’s seizures

Post-brain surgery, the 25-year-old can safely listen to her favorite artist

Thurs., Jan. 17, 2008

GARDEN CITY, N.Y. - Now that surgeons have operated on Stacey Gayle's brain, her favorite musician no longer makes her ill. Four years after being diagnosed with epilepsy, Gayle recently underwent brain surgery at Long Island Jewish Medical Center to cure a rare condition known as musicogenic epilepsy.

Gayle, a 25-year-old customer service employee at a bank in Alberta, Canada, was suffering as many as 10 grand mal seizures a day, despite being treated with medications designed to control them. The condition became so bad she eventually had to quit her job and leave the church choir where she sang.

Eighteen months ago, she began to suspect that music by reggae and hip-hop artist Sean Paul was triggering some of her seizures. She recalled being at a barbecue and collapsing when the Jamaican rapper's music started playing, and then remembered having a previous seizure when she heard his music.

Her suspicions were confirmed on a visit to the Long Island medical center last February, when she played Paul's hit "Temperature" on her iPod for doctors. Soon after, she suffered three seizures.

"Being that the seizures could be triggered by the music, this was a very interesting opportunity to study Stacey's brain," said Dr. Ashesh Mehta, the hospital's director of epilepsy surgery.

During the first surgery, doctors implanted more than 100 electrodes in the right side of her brain to pinpoint the abnormal area of her brain.

The surgeons followed that procedure with a second surgery to remove the electrodes, along with parts of her brain suspected of causing the seizures.

"We used the latest techniques, including image guidance, to pinpoint the areas of abnormality, and the operating microscope to perform the procedure during a four-hour operation," Mehta said.

Within three days, the woman was released from the hospital and has not experienced a seizure since.

"I always live each day like it's my last," she said. "I want to show others that life does not end at epilepsy. I know I have what it takes to succeed."

That Would Suck

Thrash Unreal

Find me by the speaker, bouncing in my skull
Tell if its you and if you're bringing it all
Pull me even closer, hold me to your neck
Tell if its you and are you bringing it all

Tony Lives On...

-----Original Message-----
From: Katie Greisiger
Sent: Thursday, April 03, 2008 1:57 PM
To: McNulty, Jaclyn
Subject: HAHA
Hey...our writer's PA had this pic on her Myspace...look familiar?
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Katie Greisiger
Assistant Production Coordinator
CALIFORNICATION

Go naked or Go home

----- Original Message -----
From: McNulty, Jaclyn
To: Simpson, Brian
Sent: Tue Apr 01 21:10:10 2008
Subject: party in my pants and youre on the list
i am bopping around the office in my moon shoes by myself working up a sweat I LOVE THESE THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!