Monday, June 30, 2008

My New Inspiration

Edie Sedgwick

















England had their Twiggy... America had their Edie.


Edie was an American actress, socialite, and heiress who starred in several of Andy Warhol's short films in the 1960s. Because of her loving and trusting personality she was ultimately used by Warhol and the other Factory goers and soon became addicted to drugs and went bankrupt.
Following her departure from Warhol's circle, Sedgwick began living at the Chelsea Hotel, where she became close to Bob Dylan. She is rumored to have been one of the inspirations behind Dylan's seminal 1966 opus Blonde on Blonde, and the raucous stomper "Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat". It was also claimed that the phrase "your debutante" on the track "Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again" referred to her.
Throughout most of 1966, Sedgwick was involved in an intensely private yet tumultuous relationship not with Bob Dylan, but with Dylan's closest friend, Bob Neuwirth. During this period, she became increasingly dependent on barbiturates. Although she experimented with illegal substances including opiates, there is no evidence that Sedgwick ever became a heroin addict. In early 1967, Neuwirth, unable to cope with Sedgwick's drug abuse and erratic behavior, broke off their relationship.
At her all time low, Edie was placed in a Mental Institution by her Father (She had been there once before as a teenager, along with two of her brothers who later committed suicide). At the institution, Edie married another patient named Michael Post.
When Sedgwick married Post in July of 1971, she reportedly stopped drinking and abusing drugs. Her sobriety lasted until October, when pain medication was given to her to treat a physical illness. She remained under the care of Dr. Wells, who prescribed her barbiturates, but she would demand more pills or say she had lost them in order to get more. Sedgwick often combined the medications with alcohol.
Edie died on November 16, 1971. The coroner ruled Sedgwick's death as "undetermined/accident/suicide". The time of death was estimated to be 9:20 A.M. The death certificate claims the immediate cause was "probable acute barbiturate intoxication" due to ethanol intoxication. Sedgwick's alcohol level was registered at 0.17% and her barbiturate level was 0.48 mg%.
She was 28.

Apart from Edie's drug addiction, she can still be a positive inspiration to others. Not only was Warhol drawn to her beauty, but also her independent sense of style. She was creatively independent and followed her own path. Her signature eye make up consisted of double false eye-lashes and dark cat eye eyeliner which curved up into the crease of her enormous eyes. She had pale skin and pale lips, and open made a beauty mark on her cheek with an eyeliner pencil. Her natural hair color was brown, but when she joined Warhol's gang, she cut it to a boyish length and dyed it blonde. She is often remembered by the dark roots that grew out, which she never bothered to color.
Edie's style was also unique in terms of fashion and personality. Another signature item of Edie's were her large chandelier earrings. Tights, black leotards, shift dresses, large lacey sweaters, and giant sunglasses were her clothes of choice. However, when Edie wore her more feminine clothes, she always remained comfortable by sitting anyway she damn well pleased. Edie loved to shock her fellow upper-class socialites by being outragously open and never too proper. She took Jazz and Ballet as a child which helped her regal posture, but her favorite style of dance was entirely different. To me, it resembled pre- glow-sticking. She rotated her hips and arms slowly, eyes usually closed, absorbing the music.
It is this aspect of Edie that can still be respectfully admired. Her unique personality and sense of style can been seen many places still today.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Chelsea and Mark's Hip Hop Routine

So You Think You Can Dance

Chelsea and Mark perform a Hip Hop routine to Bleeding Love.
This dance was amazing! The story is about a man, obsessed with his work, and his wife who doesn't want him to leave. I got chills when I saw this.



Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Summer insomnia has officially taken hold.

I have a problem...

During the summer I tend to get significantly less sleep than I would during the school year. I don't know why this happens... probably because I never have to be up for anything except the rare occasions when I have to work in the morning.

So my problem is that for the last week or so, I have not gotten to bed until at least 3pm. Usually even later than that! Like right now.... its 5:40 in the morning. I have not slept... however I have nothing to do today so this does not bother me, except for the fact that I am fucking up my sleep schedule! Now that its basically light out, I might as well not go to sleep at all. If I do, I will just sleep until probably 3 or 4 in the afternoon and then my day will be pretty much wasted. Instead, I think I will hit the patio and lay out until the expected bad weather roles in... the sky looks pretty clear now. I'll take advantage of it.

Sleep, you lucky bastards, you...

Checklist for June:

1. Graduate   done.
2. Go to Grad Parties   semi-done.
3. Finish "Snuff"   done.
4. Go to the beach   done.
5. Register at Stout   not done.
6. Make better videos for youtube    fail.
7. Beat Pokemon Yellow  semi-done.
8. Start Pokemon versions Silver and Gold   not done.
9. Write thank you cards   not done.
10. Write a new short story that lives up to the
expectations of "the Department Store Anti-Hero"   not done.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

PostSecret

Post Secret is an on going project where people anonymously mail in beautifully designed post cards telling their deepest darkest secret. Not only are the responses deeply moving, but they reflect the everyday lives of people you know... and the lived of people you've never met. I wish that people would see that everyone has problems. I wish the world would see this and maybe the effort to increase our tolerance of other people would become greater the effort we spend not accepting people.



































Everyone has a secret. What's yours?

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Right now...

There is a really hot guy on my roof... checking for hail damage.


i wish he'd check me for hail damage...

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Finally


I finally finished Alex's Painting!

Confessions of the Department Store anti-hero.

Confessions of the Department Store anti-hero.
By. Skye Adams

What i am, is not a nice person. I'm a selfish, heartless being. I could care less about you or your family. I don't think your children are cute, but i'll smile and pretend like they are. I sit here behind the department's counter, the sleeping registers behind me, and i smile and say hello when you walk in, but only because i have to. Really, I'm staring through you into space, at the merchandise arranged in an eye appealing manner on various tables and shelves.
In the back of my mind I'm saying, "If you're not going to buy anything then get the fuck out."
I'm saying, "that is the ugliest coat anyone has ever spent $2000 for."
I'm saying, "don't you dare open and unfold that 500 thread count 100% Pima Cotton sheet with hemline detail. I can tell you right now, you don't want it."
When duvet covers only come in one color and cost $400, you know 99% of lookers aren't buyers. People ask me questions and i just bullshit them. At 17-years-old, i don't care about mattress heights, box springs, or if the elephant brooch pillow contains any lead. Instead of being ethical and telling the truth, I've begun to just tell people what they want to hear.
When a mouse of a woman takes half-an-hour deciding wether or not to buy some decorative silver pine cones on major sale for $3.50, I say, "Yes, those would look great on your mantel." I don't say, if your house is a combination of old-home cabin fever and retro-shiek. Also known as a bad combination. I always dance around their questions with suggestive phrases disguised as answers. Eventually they come to their own conclusion.

I see people walking down the tiled walkway that separates the departments and I'm thinking, "don't you dare come in here. I can tell you right now that you will walk in and look blindly at the intensely over-prices merchandise and then oh-so-subtly you will browse over to the reduced price section and ultimately, you will leave empty handed."
It's only the incredibly rich and snobby that are willing to buy the bed set that comes to $2050. Those people are the worst. I hate all of these people. I want to wave my hands in front of their faces and scream," Hello?!! The things you own end up owning you! Can you hear me!?!"
I want to save these people from their feverish need to spend. The ability to purchase a $900 purse isn't something you should be proud of. And wishing you were able to buy a $900 purse isn't any better. Either way, the product is you, not the purse. You are what you eat, not what you wear.
Zombie isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind.

When my shift becomes slow and starts to drag I start to write little inspirational notes and secretly tuck them into the folds of pillow shams and the pockets of designer handbags, as well as other pricey items that our store supplies. I leave them there for the consumer to find and read.
Fortune cookie isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind.
Notes like, Don't let the world tell you who you are. Sane or insane. Saints or sadists. Heros or victims. Be who you want to be, not what the world wants you to be.
Notes like, There's more to life than ESPN and MTV. Open your eyes and watch anything but FOX News.
And notes like, 500 kids die every month working in the factories of war-torn countries just so you can have this one drastically expensive sweater-vest.
Most of these notes are never found and go unnoticed into the trash. But every once in a while a note must be found and the finder becomes either enlightened or enraged. Depending on the content of the note. To cover my own ass I usually leave them in the merchandise of other departments. That way the customer gets angry at their manager, not mine... therefore, I remain employed.

What I am, is not a normal person. When business is slow I'll juggle deco balls and hope one breaks. I'll make a sign that says, "Hi Camera!" and hold it up for the guys behind the door of the operator booth can see. They know me, though we've never met. They never tattle on my little shenanigans, like making faces behind the backs of customers, or sitting on the countertops. We have a bond. The kind of bond that only a bored cashier could have with a fisheye camera lense.
They know I'm a good student, they know i don't care about Jimmy Choo shoes or Juicy Couture tops. They can see me through their fisheye lense doing my homework and wearing ballet flats bought at Target. They know that even with a discount, I would never buy anything from here. They know I pick my nose just to see if anyone will notice. Me and them, we're cool. Tight.
Friend isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.
One might ask, "If you hate it so much, why not quit?"
It's because the money is just too good. When someone buys a $4000 bed and you are paid on commission, the sale tends to be in your favor. Even though such transactions are rare, it's still worse faking a smile.

This isn't all that I do. This was a taste, a free sample. Call it a forward, a prologue. I hope to expand on the topic of my occupation in my quaint Home Goods department of this high end department store. Maybe I'll write a novel?

What I am, is not a good person. I'm a liar. There won't be any novel. I lead you on and then take it all away, like teasing a dog with a biscuit. No need to scour the shelves of your local Barnes & Nobel. I never finish anything I start. They guys behind the fisheye know this too.
Failure isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

This is why I rock...

Well, Hi!





So. It's the summer now... and besides working at the capitalist clusterfuck occasionally, I'm pretty much not doing anything except attaining skin cancer during frequent outings to the beach. Hence, I decided to start blogging! I've tried journaling in the past and keeping diaries but I never managed to keep up with them. I started one about a year ago... made it about 3 months. So I'm taking another approach. Hope you enjoy.
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