Fire Flies Captured in a Photograph: Joshua Citarella Photographs

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Looking for a Halloween Costume...

Tokyo Rebel
Cosplay Costumes----> Bioshock

Kuroneko

Will be playing at the Film Forum on the week of October 22.

Underwater Camera

Cat with a Brave Heart

Harabuji

He's just going to the doctor for his regular physical therapy sessions, but he is always the best dressed. He has never been out of fashion.

 

Flower Star

 

Anima

Most recent music box:



This playlist shows some of the music I dig, or that I would like to explore further in depth.

AKIRA

below, the whole movie ordered on a playlist ;- D

Cell Phone Pixs of KUMA

Below: The water is on... Kuma 1 yrs old and like, 20lbs. He is washing his sweater.




































Above: Recent pix of Kuma... I placed my teddy bear there. He is smiling :- )
Kuma means bear in Japanese

Red Book

Hello everyone, I am very excited because I'm expecting for C.G. Jung's book, practically an illuminated manuscript, to be delivered within the next day or two.

The reason why this is important to me is straight forward, I want to remember my dreams and learn from them. From my own experience I have seen how illustrations I made in sleepless nights actually manifested and became a part of my life in the future. Sometimes shortly after I drew the images or years after. All I know is that sometimes, when I look at my notebook I find that the images I drew in my past actually happened in real life... Maybe when I have a scanner I can show this and explain... maybe in the future. (This is after all a big steps, since its the first time that I've actually written on my blog. I've been using it as a bookmark that I could access easily)

I believe that this invisible side of your life, our unconscious, is a vital source of energy and creativity. Sadly, I have a hard time remembering my dreams and I have been illustrating the same scene for the last year... (a landscape illustration of the building I occupied when I was living in Greenpoint, BK). I need inspiration and I'm hoping to find some from this individual, Jung, who had developed complete control over he inner life and dreams. Recently I read my first book about Jung, his semi-autobiography Memories, Dreams and Reflections. I found it at Tomskin Sq. Library, it is literally falling apart, showing that this book has been read and digested more than any other book in the library. Though Jung's work is primarily on subjects/aspects of the universe/mind as a doctor he is able to discuss them lucidly in analytical terms. I have only read on the surface about this man, and I will be studying his works in greater depth but one this is clear, he helped to create a language to discuss our spiritual, inner life that could only be expressed through music or art in the western hemisphere since Descartes.



The following is the NY Times article on it that stirred my desire to purchase it:

The Holy Grail of the Unconscious

By SARA CORBETT
Published: September 16, 2009


This is a story about a nearly 100-year-old book, bound in red leather, which has spent the last quarter century secreted away in a bank vault in Switzerland. The book is big and heavy and its spine is etched with gold letters that say “Liber Novus,” which is Latin for “New Book.” Its pages are made from thick cream-colored parchment and filled with paintings of otherworldly creatures and handwritten dialogues with gods and devils. If you didn’t know the book’s vintage, you might confuse it for a lost medieval tom

(for some reason I cant put a link to the NY times article... -_-;;)

This afternoon (Memorial Day) Roger and I went to Odessa Cafe. He looked calm because he was coming back to life, he had spent the last two day really sick at my apartment. I had to really force him to get out, so we were finally able to see The Girl with the Dragon Tatoo. We both really enjoyed it. At Odessa I had two eggs over easy with half a Kebasa and he had a ham omlette with american cheese in the middle. Roger also ordered mozorella sticks and a coke. He looked very happy to find this diner and so I was happy too. Our server was the nicest guy, he high-fived me twice, and then ran around the place like a mad man. In the end, it turned out to be kinda pricy since I had to give the server an equally matching tip. Very expensive eggs...

Try A Little Tenderness Otis Redding

Try A Little Tenderness
Otis Redding

oh she may be weary
them young girls they do get wearied
wearing that same old miniskirt dress
but when she gets weary
you try a little tenderness
oh man that
un hunh
i know shes waiting
just anticipating
the thing that youl never never possess
no no no
but while she there waiting
try just a little bit of tenderness
thats all you got to do
now it might be a little bit sentimental no
but she has her greavs and care
but the soft words they are spoke so gentle
yeah yeah yeah
and it makes it easier to bear
oh she wont regret it
no no
them young girls they dont forget it
love is their whole happiness
yeah yeha yeah
but its all so easy
all you got to do is try
try a little tenderness
yeah
damn that hart (hard?)
all you got to do is know how to love her
you've got to
hold her
squeeze her
never leave her
now get to her
got got got to try a little tenderness
yeah yeah
lord have mercy now
all you got to do is take my advice
you've got to hold her
don't squeeze her
never leave her
you've got to hold her
and never
so you got to try a little tenderness
a little tenderness
a little tenderness
a little tenderness
you've got to
got to got to
you've gotta hold her
don't squeeze her
never leaver her
you got
got got got to
now now now
got got got to
try a little tenderness
ye




the silver apples
machine

Zero

Sweet Sweet Honey

Queen Bee, Taj Mahal



Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, baby been sweet on me
Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, my queen bee
Oh she rock to my soul, mama love me to my soul
Love me to my soul, oh she rock me to my soul

She's a strutter, she can shake it some yeah, oh watch her now look at her run
A strutter, she can shake it some, oh dancing having fun
She love me to my soul, oh she love me to my soul
Oh love me to my soul oh rock me to my soul

Honey in the honey pot and, your pot is hot
Honey in the honey pot and the pot is what you got
To lova rocka rocka me to my soul
Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul
Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul

Baby won't you come by me yeah, spare me this misery
Sugar won't you come by me, oh I know you'll agree, 'gree, 'gree, 'gree
To love me to my soul, oh to rock me to my soul
Ooh rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul

Sweeter than a honey bee oh, baby been sweet on me
Sweeter than a honey bee oh, my queen bee
Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul
Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul
These songs were made for lovers
Lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers
And lovers and lovers and lovers, And lovers and lovers
My soul, my soul
Queen bee
Queen

Jolie Louise, Daniel Lanois

Ma jolie, how do you do?
Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux
I come from east of Gatineau
My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie

J'ai une maison a Lafontaine
where we can live, if you marry me
Une belle maison a Lafontaine
where we will live, you and me
Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise

Tous les matins au soleil
I will work 'til work is done
Tous les matins au soleil
I did work 'til work was done
And one day, the foreman said
"Jean-Guy, we must let you go"
Et pis mon nom, y est pas bon
at the mill anymore...
Oh Louise, I'm losing my head,
I'm losing my head

My kids are small, 4 and 3
et la bouteille, she's mon ami
I drink the rum 'tilI I can't see
It hides the shame Louise does not see
Carousel turns in my head,
and I can't hide, oh no, no, no, no
And the rage turned in my head
and Louise, I struck her down,
down on the ground
I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind

En Septembre '63
kids are gone, and so is Louise.
Ontario, they did go
near la ville de Toronto
Now my tears, they roll down,
tous les jours
And I remember the days,
and the promises that we made
Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise.