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dear paris,
some things are better left alone. your "diary" being at the top of my list. stick with the porn. your book will not be found on my shopping list. however, a night in paris will!
i am rather fond of pink (ok, obsessed) so while the cover of this book appeals to me the actual contents do not. please feel free to drop ship me the couch. we will consider it payment for reading the actual book review (which i suggest doing for pure entertainment-here).
regards,
sarah
frida. the life. the legend. the mustache.
i made my way to the museum of fine arts yesterday to see the portraits of frida kahlo taken by her lover and famed photographer nickolas muray.
i am a long time lover of frida kahlo. her work. her life. her jewelry. her love affairs. her stormy marriage to diego. seeing this exhibit was a must! it was beautiful. simply beautiful. he did it, he captured the haunting beauty she possesed. there is nothing more telling than photographs taken by a lover. a lover, they see something others don't see. beyond the photos-- on display were love letters she sent nickolas. painted on the wall next to the famed letters were these words:
Diego,Beginning
Diego, constructor
Diego, my baby
Diego, my boyfriend
Diego, painter
Diego, my lover
Diego, "my husband"
Diego, my friend
Diego, my mother
Diego, my father
Diego, my son
Diego, I
Diego, universe
Diversity in Unity
Why do I call him My Diego?
He never was and he never will be mind.
He belongs to himself.
i remember reading this before as an excerpt from a journal entry. please go see--i want to discuss!
for information on the exhibit click here.
LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- Actor Pat Morita, whose portrayal of the wise and dry-witted Mr. Miyagi in "The Karate Kid" earned him an Oscar nomination, has died. He was 73.
During his recent trip to Beijing. Dubya tried to exit through a locked door. Realizing his mistake he made a "mock" grimace. After an aide showed him the way out he joked, "I was trying to escape." "It didn't work."
johnny cash. one of the few, if not only things i have in common with the menfolk in my family. we love him, always have. the day he died my grandfather called me near tears to pass on the heartbreaking news. to my family his passing was tragic, we lost a member of our own clan.
apparently when you look this hot you can have an exclusive men's
did i miss something? granted my newest issue of cosmo is laying on my coffee table unopened....but when did this trend hit? whatever. please stop, it hurts my eyes.
full story here
come on honey, i promise it will only take a minute!
in the past i have never been a huge steve martin fan. one scene in the jerk was entertaining but that is the extent of his career in my opinion. i never got around to reading the book, because truth be told i didn't think it would be worth my time. i have been accused of being a literary snob. (who me??)
the movie: i remain impressed, perhaps having zero expectations helped. whatever the case i was pleased. i have and will always be a jason schwartzman fan. rushmore, enough said.
" my old man holds pencils"? 
