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Vocals/Guitar... Thomas Watson
Lead Guitar... Casey Hanson
Bass/Vocals... Alex Holmes
Drums... Mike Yantha
Friday May 1'st 2009
Mavricks, Ottawa
Back of the Bold Street fruit & Veg stall, August 2009. Now demolished.
These people have been selling fruit and veg on this site since the 1980s. Very convenient for local residents, restaurateurs, passers-through etc. Also very conducive to the ambience of the street. Whenever I visit a strange city, I usually find myself wandering through a street market, and this was the closest we had to that romantic ideal. No, St John's will not do.
Suddenly, it was discovered that the structure does not have planing permission, and had to be demolished. Much was made in the local press of the landlord's 'gangster connections'.
This coincided with the opening of a Tesco just across the road.
Matt. 7: 3-5
And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother’s eye.
We went for a late-night massage. The place is small - just one communal room with curtained divisions and god knows how many people being rubbed. I was bouncing off the walls when we got there - the result of the chocolate truffle-filled mochi ball I ate. While waiting for the masseuse, I tried putting my legs over my head but kept failing miserably. This made me and Ruby laugh (but not Jill who was quiet the whole time), pissing everyone else off. People from the other curtained partitions started shushing us, making us laugh even more. I had to lie on my side and take slow, deep breaths to finally stop laughing because I was worried they'd start throwing stuff at us.
When the massage finally started, instead of relaxing and falling asleep like I should have, I couldn't stop thinking about a script I've started writing. I ended up writing the entire script in my head. Which is pretty remarkable considering that I also felt like peeing the whole time I was being kneaded like putty.
At some points the urge to pee was so strong that my head was screaming "Enough! End this massage so I can pee!").
When I told Ruby about wanting to pee in the middle of the massage, she said, "Why didn't you?" Yeah, why didn't I?
But I have bigger things to think about now - like actually seeing the script in black and white. Typing it will take longer than my hour-long massage, I'm sure. I swear, someone should invent a mind to word document translator - I'd be the first in line to buy it - after I get my hands on a black Macbook, that is.
Exclusive performances from Blame, Tinchy Stryder, Fuda Guy, Jocelyn Brown, Selah, Alex Mills, Dynamite MC & Camilla at the BBC's Maida Vale studios (broadcast on BBC Radio 1Xtra).
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Blåmes som flyger ur sitt bo i en trädstam. Blue tit bursting ouf from its nest in a tree.
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Blame Sally is, left to right, Monica Pasqual, Jeri Jones, Renee Harcourt, and Pam Delgado, the baby boomers’ answer to grrrl power. Rob Strom is helping out on bass, but as the band’s designated newby (new boy), keeps his testosterone in check.
The Marin County anti-divas range in age from 44 to 53, and have frequented Placerville over the last couple years, developing a loyal local following along the way. Their flirtation with the indie-pop edges of Americana is grounded on imaginative songwriting, often both personal and political, and estrogen-fueled vocals that raise goose flesh.
Powerful arrangements give these delightfully normal-looking women control over the throttle on their sonic locomotive. Their best songs begin delicately, then build to a crescendo of overlapping vocals, powerful roots rhythms, off mic hollers, guitar leads and exquisite keyboard work by Pasqual, who bounces between piano and accordion. The result is a percolating soulfulness that’s emotionally charged, highly melodic, and completely compelling.
OOTD 6.11.09 Photo taken by my awesome hubby in our backyard.
Skirt- Target, thrifted. It's pinstriped.
Audrey Tshirt- Target
Blingy sandals- Payless
Name Necklace- 2008 Hannukah gift from my mother-in-law, detail picture in comments.
I was wearing a red sundress this morning. My cat Felix decided to get a little too close while I applied makeup and I ended up with a mess everywhere. Not pretty. I hurriedly put this together. I don't think it's highly flattering, but I liked it overall. I started to just wear my red Saucony sneakers but decided that Audrey deserved a bit more bling. The ponytails were an obvious choice.
It's May 7 and we're in a WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY.
I'm not blaming this on global warming.
I'm not blaming this on El Nino.
I'm not even blaming this on Al Gore or the internet.
I'm blaming the oil spill.
jerks.
It's at least partially my cousin Burt's fault that I'm a car nut. He used to come by in his latest car (including a white '63 Vette coupe with red interior) and tell stories about his various escapades. He hasn't changed, just expanded...
Manilla Road is a State/RTA funded road. Do not blame Tamworth City Council.
Sign seen by the side of the road during a roadworks created hold-up
Blame Sally is, left to right, Monica Pasqual, Jeri Jones, Renee Harcourt, and Pam Delgado, the baby boomers’ answer to grrrl power. Rob Strom is helping out on bass, but as the band’s designated newby (new boy), keeps his testosterone in check.
The Marin County anti-divas range in age from 44 to 53, and have frequented Placerville over the last couple years, developing a loyal local following along the way. Their flirtation with the indie-pop edges of Americana is grounded on imaginative songwriting, often both personal and political, and estrogen-fueled vocals that raise goose flesh.
Powerful arrangements give these delightfully normal-looking women control over the throttle on their sonic locomotive. Their best songs begin delicately, then build to a crescendo of overlapping vocals, powerful roots rhythms, off mic hollers, guitar leads and exquisite keyboard work by Pasqual, who bounces between piano and accordion. The result is a percolating soulfulness that’s emotionally charged, highly melodic, and completely compelling.
Vocals/Guitar... Thomas Watson
Lead Guitar... Casey Hanson
Bass/Vocals... Alex Holmes
Drums... Mike Yantha
Friday May 1'st 2009
Mavricks, Ottawa
Blame Sally is, left to right, Monica Pasqual, Jeri Jones, Renee Harcourt, and Pam Delgado, the baby boomers’ answer to grrrl power. Rob Strom is helping out on bass, but as the band’s designated newby (new boy), keeps his testosterone in check.
The Marin County anti-divas range in age from 44 to 53, and have frequented Placerville over the last couple years, developing a loyal local following along the way. Their flirtation with the indie-pop edges of Americana is grounded on imaginative songwriting, often both personal and political, and estrogen-fueled vocals that raise goose flesh.
Powerful arrangements give these delightfully normal-looking women control over the throttle on their sonic locomotive. Their best songs begin delicately, then build to a crescendo of overlapping vocals, powerful roots rhythms, off mic hollers, guitar leads and exquisite keyboard work by Pasqual, who bounces between piano and accordion. The result is a percolating soulfulness that’s emotionally charged, highly melodic, and completely compelling.
The Eurasian blue tit is a small passerine bird in the tit family Paridae. It is easily recognisable by its blue and yellow plumage and small size.
My boyfriend Blame, who now can add "Breeders Cup Classic Champion" and "Dethroner of the Queen" to his long list of accomplishments
<3 my little buddy. Would say good morning and good night to him every day during the Saratoga meet!