11 posts tagged “vox hunt”

Or...This? (I blame YOU, Napoleon Dynamite!)

Wait, this?

No, no. That song is AWESOME.

I'm gonna have to go with ..... this:


DAMN you, Veronica Mars! I would never have HEARD of this song if that 11 year old hadn't called the radio station 200 times to request this to get LoVe back together! Argh.

This was one of the books that was on my Amazon wishlist for so long that when I finally got it from mi madre on Christmas, I had no idea why I had put it on there. 

I actually received the companion book "The REAL Rule of Four" first, which was full of crazy words that meant nothing to me, like Hypnerotomachia and Salvonara.  I first thought that this had been something my mother had decided I needed to enrich my mind on ancient Grecian principles or the underground workings of Princeton University. 

The book Rule of Four itself is another written in what I keep calling, probably unfairly, DaVinci Code style.  This means it's a book usually focusing on some ancient historical text or painting, (not necessarily the Bible) and attempting to unravel the truth behind it, usually leading to some deep treasure trove of knowledge, gems or art and almost always involving betrayal and murder.

This particular book focuses on a seemingly superficially puzzling text called the Hypnertomachia, which at first just seems like an overly long and ridiculously complicated love story.  But of course, some Princeton boys set out to unravel the great mystery. 

It's not as high stakes as someone trying to decipher the true meaning of Mary Magdalene or the Holy Grail, but it's a great twisty story nonetheless.  It had a bit of personal flavah for me as well since it takes place at Princeton U, bringing back all the somewhat good memories of visiting an ex there repeatedly my sophomore year of college. Ah, the WaWa hoagies. How I do miss thee.

The story is a little more difficult to identify with than The DaVinci Code, as most people don't have access or immediate knowledge of Florencian history, or know the intimate details of Medici for easy reference the same way that everyone's seen The Last Supper or knows, at least vaguely, legends of King Arthur or Mary Magdalene.

Still, the book is entertaining, and one night when I'm feeling open to filling my mind with ancient Italian quirks, that companion booked is getting ROCKED.

Yes, that's a real four leaf clover.  I was just passing time at a little cafe in Burbank, waiting for a callback audition, and had to keep walking back and forth to my car to feed the ravenous Meter Monster.  On my second or third trip, this guy who had been sitting at an outside table stops me, asking if I was an actress. I replied in the affirmative, and we had a lovely conversation somehow revolving around celebrities in the political media.  It was getting close to time for me to leave, and he says "Wait right here, I want to get something for you." 

A little wary, I wait by the table. He comes back with this clover encased in glass in a cute little pink mesh bag. 

"Someone else gave this to me a couple years ago, and I feel it's the right time to pass it on. I hope it brings you luck in all your auditions."

How sweet is that? I sincerely thanked him and went on to my audition (which I don't remember booking, come to think of it. Ah well.)

Pass it Forward in the form of an irish clover. Couldn't ask for anything else :) It's been in the pocket of my bag ever since.

1. Twin dragons bought at a Japanese Bazaar. Age: 7

2. Typical tourist statue bought while in Vatican City. Age: 15

3. Amethyst rock bought after avidly reading "The Secret Circle" by L.J. Smith and deep into the throes of my New Age/Pagan phase. Age: 12

4. Ceramic scooter made in third grade. Was basically the only thing I COULD make. Age: 8

5. Buddha bought during a second grade field trip to a Japanese Temple. Age: 7

6. Manzanita wood sanded and lovingly polished by yours truly during a sixth grade week-long trip to Palomar Mountain. I'm pretty sure this is what I worked on while all the other kids went to the "End of the Week" dance. I am such a geek. Age: 11

7. Ceramic Siamese cat given to me by the director after my stunningly fabulous performance as "Coricopat" in CATS. Yeah, I was 12.

8. "Spike", the first toy I remember buying for myself. Ah, My Little Ponys. Age: 5

9. Little jewelry holder inscribed "Beary Special Stuff" originally bought as a present for my mom, but I think I got greedy. Age: 8

10. Souvenir statuette of the Trevi fountain given to me by an adorable Russian photographer/dancer when he got back from Europe. Age: 23ish

11. Glass slipper bought during a junior year choir trip to Disneyworld. That was the year the band team got busted for smuggling vodka in shampoo bottles. Heh. Age: 16

This shirt is from one of many Lindy Exchanges that I attended while living in the hell known as Washinton D.C. Or more accurately, the hell of Rockville, Maryland just OUTSIDE of D.C.  At the time, I was living by myself, isolated from pretty much anyone and everyone I knew, and was desperate to get out of town as much as humanly possible. This particular exchange was a Blues Theme Dance Exchange held in St. Louis, Missouri, and was one of the funnest times of my life.  There was endless dancing, cross-dressing, a Museum that is essentially a grown-up artistic version of a Chuck E. Cheese playhouse, but far more beautiful and exotic.

What more could a girl want? It has a BIG SLIDE and ENCHANTED CAVES, for god's sake!

The first is compliments of my roommate's stuff being strewn about her room. The ugly wall contraption behind the bike is the divider put up to separate her room from the rest of the living room and the lights are her effort to prettify it. I liked how the lights set off the metal of the old-school bike. The graffiti is courtesy of the warehouse we shot the +44 music video in. Someone was talented ;)