one day i woke up soo early, and i could not go back to sleep (i was hungry too), even though it was 6 am on the weekend and i didn’t have to be up until at least 12/1pm…so i went for a walk. a quite good one at that!

i found lots of stuff:

more stuff:

if you don’t believe me, here’s more proof:

the balloon on the stop sign that matched my red walk sweatshirt told me it was time to stop walking.

all i’m saying is you can have a nice time on a walk, no matter what time of day! and with or without a friend or animal companion!!

what i like most about livin the dream, is this!

i love the world, full of its life and its stories, its pictures, images and people, all only available on the web.

grood night.

Bella and Kitten lick-a-lips!

just watch out for Ewok and the Eiffel Tower (battling in real live nature)

oh boy….i’m not done yet….let’s get back to my niece that’s all growing up and my other one that’s practically all grown up!:

deary me, i have to go settle down and watch a gangsta movie so i can not break down about all the cuteness i’m not spending every moment with!!!

We found the cutest kitten, oh the cutest kitten ever:

He was outside by my apartment meowing louder than anything- we thought it was an adult cat stuck under some boards or a bucket. Nope! Just a poor, scrawny, mewey, dehydrated and starving tiny kitten.

Of course Bella loved it right away! She loves all little things (and wants to knock them over and eat them) I’ll put up some videos right away. (videos coming soon(ish))

So we went to the 24hr evil unmentionable store and got kitten milk. It bit the nipple of the bottle off it was so hungry. Now it’s looking more vivacious, but still mewing quite a bit! I love you little cat!!!

Would you like it for your home?!?!

My manager told me I need to highlight how I used to be mentally ill and then I got over it, in order for to get more readers of to this blog.

Here’s the story, once again, for the millionth time, I used to be paranoid and delusional, and they called me ‘crazy names’ and I got over it. I do want to move past all that because it casts more of a dark shadow on me than a heroic enlightenment, in my opinion. Truly, though, I would like to and will write a book about it. It’s all just a little too near still. It’s been about 27 months since then. I’ve learned so much about myself and I know that I both do not need any of that, and I do not need any of that. I’m talking about private stuff here, but you could piece together anything from reading this websterpieceblogliture, or you could ask me. I may start giving online counseling sessions to earn more money. I mean, to help people!

So life goes on. I am much stronger for having lived through all of that, and sometimes when I start to fear that a slight delusion is upon me, I remember that 98% of the world is deluded and I would fit right in if I got some again. However, I want to be sane, saintly, and savvy enough to be able to write insightfully about me, myself, and you and your life too.

Until I am a full-time blogger, I will not be able to write the quality and quantity that I’d like. I guess that also happens to be the opposite attitude of what one should have- I must say “I’m going to blog and blog a lot and well despite all the roadblocks and then someday I will just be able to write. Lots.” Well, I am unsure as to whether my current policy is quantity over quality, or vice versa.

I guess the future will tell.

i did have some weird parts of dreams though. like that cute mouse that i kept trying to find and carry places with me, especially after he got that check and took it and ran away. he still had the check when i found him, and i think this relates to my nagging sensation that i recently lost a check i need to cash. he would also bite me, which isn’t far from the love bites from my cats i recently have shared so much love with so here you go…….

luna yeti ubuntu, my special love of a cat:

:asked me to give her some water from the tap (she’s just a little spoiled like that as you can see in the photo she also drinks bottled water)

finally on a note about nothing but a humorous story indeed:

Couple divorce after online ‘affair’ (they were having with one another!)

i enjoy the humor of it, but don’t you feel like maybe if they saw this new person in their partner and felt that way, it could have been used to get some therapy/marriage counseling and re-kindle the flames of bottomy love?

it is funny, but i wish they could have used it to overcome the near-impossible. i’m not getting married anytime soon here people. but when i do! (i actually have no idea what i’m saying, it’s all hypothetical and we know how that ends up when it really plays out)

off to work!

i’ll apologize for it right now, the lack of connectivity between my blog titles and their content. but having to think of a witty and matching title for posts brings up those dreaded essays in school and how important the title was. it also brings up the painful realization that 94% of the time my title was nowhere near as catchy or awesome as i would have liked. some of the the assignments weren’t so hot either.

“Tippy Canoe: he’s a poo!”

do people realize how important hydration is? even i feel like i don’t get enough to drink, but most days i get much more than my 64 oz. in. some days definitely not enough, but a lot of days i’ll chug a few 20 oz cups of water in an hour or two and continue with other things. also, it’s important to get water in you. soda and coffee do not truly count (count them as half their ounce count, i still try to trick myself into thinking it’s an okay hydration source, and it’s not) let water be the choice for the lubricating and cushioning of your organs. aight? 70% of your body (if not 80% or 175%)

if you stumbled across my blog i would wonder if you knew what type of humor i am? yes and no. writing is not the same as saying and living, plus i always free consciousness type write these blogs as opposed to putting more time and thought into them (not always true) but i do hope it’s entertaining for some people who have some random free time for random reading.

i started reading a book in French last night “La Mélancolie des Innocents” (here is a review of some french books and it, but i will tell you what i think after i read it (which could take a while!!!) i need to brush up on my french for the Praxis II (aka formality stealing waste of money tests)

i better go try to rehydrate my skin (with more aqua and more lotion), take care of business, and maybe work on some musicking?!?!?! i must! to meet madlib later i must!!!

These are SOME Videos!

They make me tear a happy tear of joy.

Look at all three different ones to get a better idea of each.

I just endorse this kind of thing. For Our Children, Our Future!

If you’re too lazy to clink a link and look at a new-looking idea thing, go here in your face for more instant gratification:

You peep-holes!

i wasn’t even nervous when i went recently for my first real teaching job interview. fine, maybe i was a little nervous. but the secret was that i didn’t find out i was having it until the night before. plus, i knew i wanted a job in the field of education and it sounded just perfect enough to transcend me up, up, up, and away from my current state of boredworkdum.

then i realized that i couldn’t teach full time all of a sudden after barely having taught at all, and the double standard is that i would have to demand tons of money (it was a full time teaching job with five french classes a day) and i haven’t had much ‘real’ teaching experience so i can’t demand a ton of money.

not to mention i know i should just be patient and wait until i have my teaching certificate and masters degree so i can ask for righteously large amounts of money.

it’s just hard to wait. but now i’m not nervous about teaching interviews- it was relaxed, went smoothly enough (even though i inverted two words at one point), and i felt genuine which is very nice when you are trying to get a full-time jobby.

now i’m nervous in my stomach. not sure what job i’m going to get or do (though i still currently have my two jobs, i am ending both by mid-october), and i really want an education teaching tutoring type sort of thang. i think i can find it. craigslist is a great place to look (for some stuff).

anywho, the point is this, you never know what’s going to come of the future. there is no need to be overly nervous, a bit is good, but you go with your gut. your instinct. theory and research are good too, you have to know your stuff, but in the end for me it’s always about intuition and feeling. that’s me. that’s a lot of people too.

boring post. sorry.

(I got this from here, but I don’t like their stupid ads and stuff, so I want it here, on the handle).

Many Names, One Big Talent

Madlib’s fondness for aliases obscures the fact that he’s one of hip-hop’s pre-eminent creative forces. Can one guy be doing all that?

-By Joshua Alston

Sept. 6, 2007 - Give Madlib a compliment, and you get back a question. I told the idiosyncratic underground hip-hop producer I liked his new record, and he asked “Which one?” It’s a reasonable response. Since the year started, Madlib, 33, has released four albums, counting “Liberation,” a full-length collaboration with rapper Talib Kweli; a deluxe rerelease of “Champion Sound,” his project with dearly departed producer J Dilla; “Yesterday’s Universe,” a collection of amorphous jazz fusion; and, most recently, the latest installment of his instrumental hip-hop series “Beat Konducta.” This is to say nothing of the numerous tracks and remixes he’s done for other artists over the course of the year.

But if one were to make a shortlist of hip-hop’s workhorses, a few names might come to mind—Kanye West, Jay-Z, P. Diddy—but Madlib’s name probably wouldn’t make the cut. That probably has a lot to do with the peculiar attribution of his impossibly constant flow of material. He likes to make up aliases. A lot of them. For example, “Yesterday’s Universe” is credited to Yesterday’s New Quintet, a jazz band consisting of Madlib (going by his birth name, Otis Jackson Jr.) and four imaginary band mates, despite the fact that he’s playing all the instruments. “Universe” also introduces 10 new totally imaginary groups, among them The Last Electro-Acoustic Space Jazz & Percussion Ensemble and Kamala Walker & The Soul Tribe. The reason Madlib doesn’t immediately come to mind when one thinks of hip-hop’s pre-eminent creative forces is the same reason he is one of hip-hop’s pre-eminent creative forces: he’s just really, really eccentric.

The Madlib story begins in Oxnard, Calif., a city much better known for its strawberries than for its hip-hop. ’Lib was born to Otis and Senesca Jackson, both musicians, who surrounded him with sound from a young age and whom he still considers his biggest musical influences. “My dad would take me to the studio with him, and I would touch the buttons and play with the knobs. I showed that interest at a very young age.” In his 20s he started to collaborate with a group called Lootpack, who caught the attention of L.A.’s Stone’s Throw Records, a label that has established itself as a place of refuge for outré musical minds. It’s a perfect spot for Madlib, who since graduating from Lootpack has created a huge, quirky catalog of woozy jazz and off-kilter hip-hop.

I try to compliment him on being so prolific and he asks another question, then answers it. “Do I release a lot of music? I don’t know. I guess, but not as much as I’d like to. For every album I release there are 10 more I don’t. I have 20 installments of ‘Beat Konducta’ finished. The groups on ‘Yesterday’s Universe’? Every one of those groups has five albums completed.” His restless creativity and Calvinist work ethic are attributed in part to a love of marijuana and the fact that he “gets bored a lot.” And just as the best writers are the most voracious readers, Madlib is listening to music as much as he’s making it, mostly because his hip-hop work is largely composed of samples he pulls from other albums—lounge, psychedelia, soul, whatever obscurities he can find. His most recent release, “Beat Konducta in India,” is made up of beats he constructed from old Bollywood soundtracks.

Madlib takes chunks of music and recontextualizes them to create a completely new form of art. If what he does were executed with tangible materials on a canvas board and hung in an art gallery, it would probably be called “mixed-media pop art.” Because it’s hip-hop, though, it’s often just called creative theft. This is an idea that heats the unusually laid-back Madlib up a few degrees, the notion that sampling is less musical than playing live instruments. “I don’t understand that mind-frame at all,” he says. “You can take a sample and chop it up, and it’s like you’re a conductor. It’s a different skill, but it’s equally musical. I’d like to see a musician try to do what I do.”

By that he means make music using samples, but naturally he could easily be talking about his ability to crank out album after album. He says he makes one every week, but doesn’t put an emphasis on quantity over quality. So with such a large body of good music, why doesn’t Madlib get more recognition? He’d probably love to wax poetic on that subject. Unfortunately, there are hundreds of records to make and thousands of noms de plume to think up.

c 2007 news(ads)week