Photo Phriday!! The Remix

Per Vinnie Costa’s suggestion (in order to increase reader traffic) I am changing the spelling of my Photo Friday to Photo Phriday. Apparently the blogging world has their own dictionary which I am sure will send Webster and my Mother spinning in their graves.

However, I Brandy Rowell being a “joiner” will follow my friend’s advice and sub come to “blog conformist pressure” so my blog will not be like that tree in the woods; or as Vinnie likes to put it, “and that is why we write, right, for others to read? I, of course, do it for the attention...” A true poet after my own attention starved heart.

I am considering taking on yet another creative project. After being exposed to an artist named “Banksy” I feel inspired to become a graffiti artist a “burner or tagger” if you will. But not in a vulgar sense of random filth or rage but as a means to invoke thought. Banksy has been a mystery on the walls and streets of England for more than 3 decades. He is political, thoughtful, humorous, morose and provoking. After seeing some of his work and how powerful the images are, it seems to me that arts natural evolution is to break free of the museum establishment and go back out into the world where everyman can see it. I invite you to “google” the mystery burner and see for yourself….here are a few of my favorites:

RITZRAT


GUANTANEMO


KISSING COPPERS


THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE

One More Time from the Top!

Below you will find a brief interlude with my current and steady Sunday night date, Mad Men. Shameless self promotion is one thing, but schilling for a show you aren’t even remotely connected to is true love.

At least in the television listing in my mind….enjoy! If you get hooked let me know there's always room for one more at my house on Sunday nights.

Dinner will be served.

Yesterday my baby leg was hurting I thought it was because the humidity was coming back. Making me feel like a character from an old movie who can forecast the weather with an ailing joint. Ma & Pa Kettle anyone?


After work I took a hot shower and when I went to dry my baby leg, POP! The heel broke open and something from the Alien movies oozed out.


Unbothered, I squeezed what would usually make an NFL player pass out, into some tissue until it was just blood. I cleaned and dressed the opening. Thank god my father was a medic in the Marines and I watched every episode of M.A.S.H bring on the sucking chest wound I’m ready.


However enough is enough….18 months later I am still dealing with this bullsh*t, I spy with my little eye a law suit!

Christ on a Cracker!!

This is a follow up to my current summer obsession Katy Perry. I just read this article
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1046018/Shameful-disgusting-The-No1-song-sparked-outrage--singers-parents.html
am completely shocked that Katy got out of that house alive.
In a nut shell, Katy Hudson’s evangelical parents are NOT happy about her success with the song of the summer, “I kissed a girl,” or the fact that its beat the Beatles, “I wanna hold your hand,” on the top ten, no they are appalled by the notion of homosexuality even in the context of silly pop lyrics. Um...Mary & Keith Hudson bugger off! (Katy uses her mother’s maiden name Perry)

The only thing that makes me more upset than ignorance is when parents don’t support their children and in this situation we have both. I understand you believe what you believe and that’s fine but as long as Katy isn’t hurting anyone, or hurting herself, bugger off. Katy can’t sing a song about kissing a girl out of curiosity but her father Keith Hudson can call himself a ‘prophet/evangelist’ and claims to be used by the Holy Spirit to heal people. Riiiiggghhhhtttt.

Thank GOD Katy has more common sense and has acknowledged the rift with her parents, by saying: “I stopped trying to change them at 21.”

Katy I learned this a long time ago, we raise them the best we can and then we have to let them make their own choices. That’s all we can do….rock your jelly.

Photo Friday

Last Friday I took off from work. Slept in late, got up, took Kayla for her walk and ended up going to Central Park. We went to Kayla’s favorite romping ground, we ate sticks and rolled down the hillside. All the while jamming in tune with a 3 piece Jazz Band that had set up to play for money. A perfect NYC moment, on our way back to the Magic Treehouse we crossed 5th Avenue and when I looked up at the beautiful building I noticed this….

A basement apartment on 5th Avenue labeled 2 ½.
I stopped cold and was like who the hell lives there?
Hobbits that have gotten rich off the Lord of the Rings coffers???
Maybe retired Ringling Brothers midget clowns (sorry, little people clowns) or maybe it’s just a playhouse for the rich kids whose parents don’t want them getting the Persian rug dirty.

I know that the ½ addresses are very popular in Los Angeles but I’ve never seen one in New York so close to the upper crust. In fact it was in a building just around the corner from where Woody Allen lives. (unless he moved) I watched the Super Bowl in his building once. It was awhile ago when the paparazzi still dogged him.

When my friend and I left the building, one of the guys took my picture, and I was like, "what are you doing?" He said, “You’re going to be famous and I wanna be ready.” I laughed and said, "whatever strange foreign man." He was like, “no really you’re going to be on TV.” Tiffany, my friend, looked at me and said, “well you are hilarious why fight it.”

Who’s fighting??? I know I should be on TV, only I’m not sure how. I hadn't thought about that in a while...I remember his face, the little paparazzo looked like Mario from Nintendo, wonder if his prophecy will still come true? Keep tuning in and find out!