Posts Tagged ‘our lady’

Music Moment: St. Vincent, “Human Racing”

January 5, 2010

Some turbulence this week to start the year, which is not a thing I seek or enjoy. I’d like to find a cave to hide away for at least a hundred days, but all I can do is slog through. I will not be pulled by the current toward the drowning deep waters of self-pity and away from solid ground, self-improvement, and good spirits. Today this song, together with the support of my friends and family, is the sturdy field of underwater reeds that are keeping me in the shallows. Cling and inch along with me.

St. Vincent – Human Racing

Romeo, where’d you go?
It’s been years and still no sign
But I’m keeping hope alive

Juliet, how’ve you been?
You look like death
like you sure could use some rest
from this place


Still from Romeo and Juliet (Baz Luhrmann, 1996). Every time this scene begins I want to stop them.

Human racing
and the faces of people
who pound at your door
They’ll always want more
they’ll want more


Still from Romeo and Juliet (Baz Luhrmann, 1996)

Hummingbird, what’s the word?
Are you still your mothers child
or have you found yourself a flower?

Flower child, you’re still wild
Under a harvest moon
can we eat of all the fruits of our youth?

Tell the truth now
Your heart is a strange little orange to peel
What’s the deal?
What’s the deal?

Mary, dear, how you feel?
Are you lost without your lamb?
You know I think I understand

Little lamb, what’s your plan?
Greener pastures in the sky?
it’s a shame you want to die, know why,

Just to find
you’ve been blinded
to the greenest of pastures
they’re right here on Earth

For what it’s worth,
you’re not the first to break my heart

For what it’s worth,
you’re not the first to break my heart
you’re not the first to break my heart


For what it’s worth,
you’re not the first to break my heart

Thank god for the grace of my dear friendohs who help me keep whatever semblance of sanity I have, and I know that with their help and my own determination, I will only improve in my outlook.


Coco Rocha as a naïad in Numero, looking like the glorious intersection of Our Lady with Ophelia and Bollywood and the Llorona. One of my favorite pictures ever.

The good thing about nearness to the bottom is that it’s such a known factor. When you can kick your legs and your knees keep striking the sand, then you know which way is up and truly only better can follow.

I believe that I will surface. I don’t think that giving up is failing, it’s just that I’m not ready to let myself quit.

Holy mother effing heck

October 8, 2009

I am calling the mayor with both hands! Everything in this joint is nutella-related. It is both a restaurant and a store. There are locations in Italy (Bologna), Frankfurt, and that’s all I can find so far but I’ll keep you posted….. I’m wiping away tears of joy that such a thing exists. It’s like Our Lady just reached down and kissed my forehead, I swar to gar.

the Cappy: it is a glimpse of heaven
Christopher Rouxbin: heaven does exist!
Jonohs: That’s a lot of hazelnut.

Way to kill the spiritual mood, Jonohs.

If you’re not a godless heathen and would like to know more, here is an Italian PDF telling you all about the Bolognese location. There are also locations in Frankfurt and in the works for altre citte. Check it out on the official UK and U.S. Ferrero websites.



Photo by Jordan Smith of He Cooks, She Cooks, who modified Giada de Laurentiis’ Chocolate-Hazelnut Ravioli to make Nutella Wontons for Valentine’s.

Perhaps you are all like, “What’s nutella?” Oh, my heavens, I swan. Exactly what the fuck is wrong with you?! You just fall out of a tree to earth?? Quick history.

Nutella® spread, in its earliest form, was created in the 1940s by Mr. Pietro Ferrero, a pastry maker and founder of the Ferrero company. At the time, there was very little chocolate because cocoa was in short supply due to World War II rationing.

So Mr. Ferrero used hazelnuts, which are plentiful in the Piedmont region of Italy (northwest), to extend the chocolate supply.

Mmm… just … I need some time to myself now. Excuse me. Carry on!