mariachi band serenades a beluga whale.

If anyone ever lies to you and tells you that animals don't have feelings, please show them this video.

This incredible footage shows a Beluga whale having a fine day. Mariachi Connecticut, after finishing a gig at Mystic Aquarium, headed over to the whale talk to serenade the whales. This is the amazing reaction they received...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZS_6-IwMPjM&feature=player_embedded

help London small labels

OK Productions out of Atlanta made a request today in assistance of the independent London labels affected by the Riots.
 Here's what they said... 
"OK Productions would like to encourage you to support the independent labels who saw their inventory go up in smoke due to the London riots by purchasing digital tracks from the labels affected. We've always supported independent labels and musicians and they need your help right now."

I also encourage you to consider it. Perform a mitzvah and help a label out. More reading on it here...

http://www.thevinyldistrict.com/memphis/2011/08/in-the-news-how-to-help-labels-whose-inventory-was-destroyed-in-the-london-fires/

Pachelbel's revised Canon. Much better this time around.

I hear from string players that Pachelbel's Canon is one of the most annoying pieces to play because it's the same darn notes over and over and over again.

So, here's a cute video on the YouTubes doing something about it.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v​=PxvGz_LUKoo

meh.

So not feeling it today. Or yesterday. Or Friday night.

This link below is a good sum up of what it feels like in my head this week.
My life is a cross between two lives. It's hard at times.

http://www.babble.com/mom/work-family/epic-fail-parent-baby-motherhood/

Today, Tuesday

I have several friends visiting Chicago this week, and I'm more homesick than ever. It's easier to feel the pangs when the dialogue is open. Soon, they'll be boarding a plane back to ATL fresh with stories and experiences. It's hard for me not to ramble about Chicago facts when they tell me. It just a verbal purge.

There's a song I think about every time I consider my move from my home. The song is "Today, Tuesday" by Frida Hyvonon off her album Until Death Comes. In her song, Hyvonon captures the emotion of leaving your comfort zone of unconditional love to accomplish the goals that you feel are worthwhile to your well being. I think that "Today,Tuesday" fully encapsulates the isolation and loneliness that any implant feels (silicone aside).

I used to burst into tears every time I heard the song. But, I'm in a coffee shop, so I have to keep my cool. It usually gets me by the 2nd verse, so I have to turn it off...now.

Thanks to Kristin Komar and her amazing mix CD abilities for turning me onto this song. Here's Frida Hyvonen live at Motel Mozique.

American Medical Association issues a stance that photoshopped photos can be unrealistic and damaging

I guess that U.S. stats for citizens with eating disorder may have reached an alarming rate, for last month the AMA issued an announcement that it is concerned about the very common practice of photoshopping images in the media.

According to the AMA website,"Advertisers commonly alter photographs to enhance the appearance of models' bodies, and such alterations can contribute to unrealistic expectations of appropriate body image – especially among impressionable children and adolescents. A large body of literature links exposure to media-propagated images of unrealistic body image to eating disorders and other child and adolescent health problems."

In addition, the New York Daily News demonstrated just how far the industry has gone to promote eating disorders in a 2009 article. In 2009, Ralph Lauren went too far when the company "touched up" a photo of a model posing. The ad embarrassed the company in which they eventually issued a public apology. As you can see for yourself, the picture, grossly distorted, is an un-human advertisement.

When was the last time you wanted to fuck a scarecrow??!

Is it the malnourished war refugee look that turns you on, or is it getting scratched by raw bone?

We will see if the AMA stance holds any weight in the upcoming years. God, I hope so. Who knows? Maybe the fashion pendulum will swing to Victorian ideals?Victorian ideals would be a welcome change.

Read more:  

AMA announcement: http://www.ama-assn.org/ama/pub/news/news/a11-new-policies.page

http://www.nydailynews.com/lifestyle/fashion/2011/06/24/2011-06-24_ama_takes_stand_on_photoshop_medical_association_altering_contributes_to_unreali.html#ixzz1RNps5gvV

outdoor festival tips...

For those planning on attending an outdoor music festival this summer, here's some great tips for keeping your cool. THANKS, The Onion!

Music Festival Tips

This summer promises to be a vibrant one for music festivals, due to the growing popularity of the Pitchfork Festival, Bonnaroo, Lollapalooza, and others. Here's how you can keep safe and comfortable during these multiday events:

• Only take ecstasy with people you've known for part of an afternoon or longer.
• Lines to the portable toilets can be unbearably long. Rig a makeshift chemical toilet in your cargo shorts using an adult diaper and formaldehyde.
• For the band's sake, it's best to be within the first 15 rows if you'd like to flash your rack.
• Get on a security guard's good side by complimenting him on the way he's standing there like a total asshole.
• Don't be afraid to be the screaming shirtless dude in a great big funny hat. Someone always buys that guy a hot dog.
• If at all disoriented, yell, "WOOOO!" until you feel well again.
• The acceptable time at which a festivalgoer may sit down is after five hours if he or she is 32 years old or over, or after eight hours if he or she is between 24 and 31. There is no acceptable sit-down time for festivalgoers ages 24 and younger.
• 3XL poncho will allow you to make a few bucks renting out space during storms.
• Remember, a positive festival experience is as simple as urinating into a jug, fiercely guarding against frottage amid the dense crowds, and staying awake for 72 hours straight to make sure people don't steal your shit.