I must always remind myself that life only exists because of odd circumstance.
The strange things that happen in the world that make other things happen that makes other things... and so on.
If Hitler was killed in the first (organized) assassination attempt (by Hitler's own people) was on March 11, 1944, the war would have ended 14 months earlier, saving countless lives. Entire generations would exist. But that attempt failed. As did SEVENTEEN other, one as early as November 8, 1939 in which a disgruntled cabinetmaker who resented Nazi control over unions planted a bomb during one of Hitler's speeches. For some reason, Hitler left 8 minutes earlier than planned and avoided his own death. When the bomb exploded, it killed several Nazi party members and even injured Eva Braun's father. Can you imagine if Johann Elser had succeeded in killing Hitler in 1939. A mere 8 minutes cost the world so much.
And there is also Alicia Foster. She started acting when she was 3 but didn't recieve her big break until she was 14. And all the while a young man was watching, pining over the beautiful girl on the silver screen. He began writing her love letters and following her around Yale's campus while she made her way to classes. She would call her at all hours and became increasingly creepy. John Hinckley Jr. decided he would have to kill then president Ronald Regan to get her attention. Jodie Foster would later state in court that they had no relationship, to which he flipped his shit and stated "I'll get you Foster!". Hinckley fired six times. Four were hit. Everyone survived. The press secretary was hit in the head and lost the use of the left side of his body. The last bullet he fired missed the president, hit the presidential limo, allowing the bullet to richote and hit Regan in the armpit, collapsing his lung. Think of all the things that had to happen for that moment to happen... Little Alicia's mom decides not to take her to the Coppertone commercial, that acting isn't what her child needs. Or perhaps John sought help for his increasingly delustional thoughts. Or even if the president had moved a little to the left, George Bush Sr. would have been president 4 years earlier than he was.
(By the way, Hinckley is currently living only part time in the mental hospital. He has 4 days/nights a week he's allowed to stay with his parents, under their supervision. Keep an eye out Jodie... If I were you I would not be cool with that...)
All to a simple twist of fate.
Now there are some who say, it doesn't matter, it all would have happened anyway. Hitler could have died in 1939, but someone just as bad would have taken his place and history would have taken the same path. Or if Jodie hadn't been a star, Hinckley would have found someone else to obsesse over and still have shot the president. I don't know. I'm no psychic.
I just think "What if?"
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Lucky no more
I'm thinking about getting a puppy.
My friend Lane has a 4 month old Yorkshire Terrier, Lucky, and with her crazy schedule she doesn't feel like she can take care of him like she should. So that's where I come it.
But the name "Lucky" would have to go...
These are the alternative names I've come up with so far:
My friend Lane has a 4 month old Yorkshire Terrier, Lucky, and with her crazy schedule she doesn't feel like she can take care of him like she should. So that's where I come it.
But the name "Lucky" would have to go...
These are the alternative names I've come up with so far:
- Pickle
- Chilli
- Flapjack
- Max
- Frankie
- Henry
- Tevye
- Peanut
- Wedge
- Lando
- Rhett
- Oliver
- Riff
- Roscoe
- Harry
- Chewie
- Tzatziki
- Stoli
- Neville
- Charlie
Labels:
Lucky,
Puppy,
Yorkshire Terrier
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Up and running

I have found my experience thus far quite enjoyable.
I am up and running my jewelry business through Etsy.com, which by the way is an amazing website. I can get myself a one of a kind piece and feel good about supporting an undiscovered artist.
When I sat on those long, boring flights, I would find myself doodling, inadvertently designing jewelry. So over the last few months I have been working on my line and now it's open to the public. I simply loaded photos up, wrote out descriptions and there it was, up and running. Etsy doesn't take a huge cut like ebay does and the community is much more supportive.
Got any handmade wonders at your house? Sign up and go for it on Etsy. I love it and you will too.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Just a few of my favorite painters and my favorite works of theirs-
- Gustav Klimt (see Tree of Life, Musique, Adele Bloch BauerI)
- Maxfield Parish (see The Dinky Bird, Ecstasy)
- Maurice Sendak (see Where the Wild Things Are)
- Tamara Lempicka (see La Dormeuse)
- Marc Chagall (see La Mariee, Promanade, Les Fiancees)
- Van Gogh (see Almond Branches)
- Auguste Rodin (see Hands, Kiss)
- Da Vinci (see Female Head)
- Picasso (see Blue Nude, Dog)
- Degas (see Le Tub)
- Edvard Munch (see Madonna, Vampire)
- Amedeo Modigliani (see any portrait)
- Ando Hiroshige (see Navaro Rapids)
- Monet (see Poppies, San Giorgio Maggiore)
- Rembrandt (see A sketch of Hansken)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Screw V-----'s Day
I will not be bitter.
Just because I'm going through a love crisis doesn't mean I can't be filled with love on this corporate made holiday.
My best friend Benny gave me a bear with a heart on it's belly, holding a bag full of chocolates. He said that he knew I hated V day but that he thought it was a nice gesture and he knew I needed a little something. Sweet guy. Good friend. Cute bear.
So I will accept that V day is about recieving love from friends, family and the universe and not necessarily from a boyfriend.
But I'm still not going to say the word.
Happy V day everyone. And share the love.
Just because I'm going through a love crisis doesn't mean I can't be filled with love on this corporate made holiday.
My best friend Benny gave me a bear with a heart on it's belly, holding a bag full of chocolates. He said that he knew I hated V day but that he thought it was a nice gesture and he knew I needed a little something. Sweet guy. Good friend. Cute bear.
So I will accept that V day is about recieving love from friends, family and the universe and not necessarily from a boyfriend.
But I'm still not going to say the word.
Happy V day everyone. And share the love.
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