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Ear Candy des Tages: “Loose Lips” von Kimya Dawson (u.a. in “Juno” zu hören) - fantastischer Song!

Kimya Dawson, u.a. bekannt als weibliches Gegenstück zu Adam Green bei The Moldy Peaches und Verfechterin der Anti-Folk - Bewegung, arbeitet im Moment an ihrem neuen Album “Alphabutt”, das voraussichtlich im August 2008 erscheinen wird. Ihre anderen fünf Soloalben ( “I’m Sorry That Sometimes I’m Mean” (2002), “Knock Knock Who?” (2004), “My Cute Fiend Sweet Princess” (2004), “Hidden Vagenda” (2004) und “Remember That I Love You” (2006) ) sind wärmstens zu empfehlen und beim gut sortierten Plattenhändler eures Vertrauens erhältlich.

Filme, die ich mir liebend gerne anschauen werde. Ganz ohne Überzeugungsarbeit:

Religulous

Burn After Reading

Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay

In Bruges

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Ich bin kein großer Freund von Gruselfilmen. Komödien ja, Krimis ja, Thriller ja, Dramen ja, Schnulzen jein, SciFi noch weniger. Mein Dilemma: S. will unbedingt ganz ganz bald “Mirrors” von Alex Aja anschauen. Das Problem: er will, dass ich mitkomme! Wie soll das denn bitte gehen?! Ich mach mir ja beim Trailer schon fast in die Hose:

Mein einziger Trost: Kiefer Sutherland spielt die Hauptrolle

Anne Sexton: “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs”
No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,
lips like Vin Du Rhône,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes
open and shut.
Open to say,
Good Day Mama,
and shut for the thrust
of the unicorn.
She is unsoiled.
She is as white as a bonefish.

Once there was a lovely virgin
called Snow White.
Say she was thirteen.
Her stepmother,
a beauty in her own right,
though eaten, of course, by age,
would hear of no beauty surpassing her own.
Beauty is a simple passion,
but, oh my friends, in the end
you will dance the fire dance in iron shoes.
The stepmother had a mirror to which she referred–
something like the weather forecast–
a mirror that proclaimed
the one beauty of the land.
She would ask,
Looking glass upon the wall,
who is fairest of us all?
And the mirror would reply,
You are the fairest of us all.
Pride pumped in her like poison.

Suddenly one day the mirror replied,
Queen, you are full fair, ’tis true,
but Snow White is fairer than you.
Until that moment Snow White
had been no more important
than a dust mouse under the bed.
But now the queen saw brown spots on her hand
and four whiskers over her lip
so she condemned Snow White
to be hacked to death.
Bring me her heart, she said to the hunter,
and I will salt it and eat it.
The hunter, however, let his prisoner go
and brought a boar’s heart back to the castle.
The queen chewed it up like a cube steak.
Now I am fairest, she said,
lapping her slim white fingers.

Snow White walked in the wildwood
for weeks and weeks.
At each turn there were twenty doorways
and at each stood a hungry wolf,
his tongue lolling out like a worm.
The birds called out lewdly,
talking like pink parrots,
and the snakes hung down in loops,
each a noose for her sweet white neck.
On the seventh week
she came to the seventh mountain
and there she found the dwarf house.
It was as droll as a honeymoon cottage
and completely equipped with
seven beds, seven chairs, seven forks
and seven chamber pots.
Snow White ate seven chicken livers
and lay down, at last, to sleep.

The dwarfs, those little hot dogs,
walked three times around Snow White,
the sleeping virgin. They were wise
and wattled like small czars.
Yes. It’s a good omen,
they said, and will bring us luck.
They stood on tiptoes to watch
Snow White wake up. She told them
about the mirror and the killer-queen
and they asked her to stay and keep house.
Beware of your stepmother,
they said.
Soon she will know you are here.
While we are away in the mines
during the day, you must not
open the door.

Looking glass upon the wall . . .
The mirror told
and so the queen dressed herself in rags
and went out like a peddler to trap Snow White.
She went across seven mountains.
She came to the dwarf house
and Snow White opened the door
and bought a bit of lacing.
The queen fastened it tightly
around her bodice,
as tight as an Ace bandage,
so tight that Snow White swooned.
She lay on the floor, a plucked daisy.
When the dwarfs came home they undid the lace
and she revived miraculously.
She was as full of life as soda pop.
Beware of your stepmother,
they said.
She will try once more.

Snow White, the dumb bunny,
opened the door
and she bit into a poison apple
and fell down for the final time.
When the dwarfs returned
they undid her bodice,
they looked for a comb,
but it did no good.
Though they washed her with wine
and rubbed her with butter
it was to no avail.
She lay as still as a gold piece.

The seven dwarfs could not bring themselves
to bury her in the black ground
so they made a glass coffin
and set it upon the seventh mountain
so that all who passed by
could peek in upon her beauty.
A prince came one June day
and would not budge.
He stayed so long his hair turned green
and still he would not leave.
The dwarfs took pity upon him
and gave him the glass Snow White–
its doll’s eyes shut forever–
to keep in his far-off castle.
As the prince’s men carried the coffin
they stumbled and dropped it
and the chunk of apple flew out
of her throat and she woke up miraculously.

And thus Snow White became the prince’s bride.
The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast
and when she arrived there were
red-hot iron shoes,
in the manner of red-hot roller skates,
clamped upon her feet.
First your toes will smoke
and then your heels will turn black
and you will fry upward like a frog,
she was told.
And so she danced until she was dead,
a subterranean figure,
her tongue flicking in and out
like a gas jet.
Meanwhile Snow White held court,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes open and shut
and sometimes referring to her mirror
as women do.

Schneewittchen mal anders. Und weniger geeignet für Kinder. “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” ist 1971 erstmals im Gedichtband Transformations erschienen. Anne Sexton (*1928, t 1974), eine meine Lieblingspoetinnen, wandelt darin einige Grimmsche Märchen ab und erzählt diese neu. Transformations hab ich noch gar nicht so lange im Regal stehen; es bewusst und aufmerksam aus demselben genommen, um darin zu lesen, aber erst vor einigen Tagen. Habt ihr schon den Sex and The City Film gesehen? Gegen Ende liest Carrie Charlottes Tochter ein Märchen vor, weist sie aber sofort darauf hin, dass es märchenhafte happy endings im wahren Leben selten gibt. Da musste ich sofort an Anne Sexton und besagte Gedichtsammlung denken. Und an Sara Bareilles. Die besingt nämlich in ihrem Lied “Fairytale” (wie passend!) Märchenheldinnen wie Dornröschen, Rapunzel und Schneewittchen zum Kringeln komisch aus wunderbar realistischer Sicht (”Snow White is doing dishes again / ’cause what can you do / with seven itty-bitty men?” - nur, um nochmal mich nochmal auf Schneewittchen zu beziehen ). Zu hören auf ihrem Album Little Voice (von wegen!) und natürlich hier:

Aus gegebenem Anlass: “After dark” von Tito & Tarantula

Mit dem coolsten Mexikaner überhaupt: Tito Larriva!!

“Attention pussy shoppers! Take advantage of our penny pussy sale! If you buy one piece of pussy at the regular price, you get another piece of pussy of equal or lesser value for only a penny! Try and beat pussy for a penny! If you can find cheaper pussy anywhere else, fuck it! All right, pussy, pussy, pussy! Come on in pussy lovers! Here at theTitty Twister we’re slashing pussy in half! Give us an offer on our vast selection of pussy, this is a pussy blow out! All right, we got white pussy, black pussy, Spanish pussy, yellow pussy, we got hot pussy, cold pussy, we got wet pussy, we got smelly pussy, we got hairy pussy, bloody pussy, we got snappin’ pussy, we got silk pussy, velvet pussy, Naugahyde pussy, we even got horse pussy, dog pussy, chicken pussy! Come on, you want pussy, come on in, pussy lovers! If we don’t got it, you don’t want it! Come on in, pussy lovers!” - Chet Pussy

Gestern seit langer Zeit mal wieder “From dusk till dawn” geschaut. Ich hatte ganz vergessen, wie witzig der Film doch ist! Sogar in der synchronisierten (und gekürzten…grmpf..) Fassung. Okay, ein bisschen brutal ist er auch. Und eklig. Aber die Dialoge sind einfach das beste! Und das kann man ja nicht von jedem Film behaupten.

JUNO featuring mein ZITAT DER WOCHE:

“He’s the cheese to my maccaroni.”

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Zustand: Totmüde.

Heute Morgen: Babysitten. Frühstück mit L. verpasst. Dafür: Blaue Flecken und Rückenschmerzen vom Rumtragen der Gören. Macht nichts, das Geld stimmt ja. Und Kinder mag ich ja auch, sonst würde ich den Job ja nicht machen (nicht, dass das hier jetzt falsch verstanden wird, is klar). Draußen sieht’s öde aus, einfach viel zu grau heute! Wo bist du, mein Sonnenlicht?! Und eigentlich sollte ich mich ja weiter an meine Hausarbeit machen, ich bin nur leider viel zu faul. War gestern ja schon fast zu fleißig. Immerhin sind Deckblatt, Inhaltsverzeichnis und 60% der Einleitung fertig. Jipi…? Ich weiß es nicht. Wird wohl heute nichts mehr mit dem Weiterschreiben.

Aber apropos Kinder: In der Kategorie “Ewwww!” DIE Meldung des Tages:

“Top Model” Hopeful drinks her own breast milk

Tyra Banks’ hit show “America’s Next Top Model” has had its share of quirky contestants, but one of this season’s hopefuls may qualify as the most bizarre of all, after she admitted to the competition’s judges that she drinks her own breast milk.

The contestant, Claire, a 24-year-old native New Yorker, told host Banks that she wants to keep her breast milk flowing so that she can continue to nurse her daughter after she leaves the show.

But when asked by Banks if she’s FedExing the milk home to her baby – a common practice by mothers who are separated from their nursing children – Claire’s response was surprising. “Right now I’m actually drinking it,” said the bikini-clad Claire, whose last name, like that of all contestants on the show, was not revealed by the show’s execs. “It tastes kind of like light soy milk.”

(…) “I drank my breast milk only during audition week because I did not want to waste it after putting all my effort into making and extracting it. Dumping milk just seems wrong,” Claire said, adding that at one point she was drinking two or three glasses of breast milk a day.

Source: http://abcnews.go.com/Health/ReproductiveHealth/story?id=4341462&page=1

Mja…. Soviel dazu. Ich frage mich, warum mein Lieblingsblogger Perez Hilton seine Meinung DAZU noch nicht geäußert hat. War wohl grad wieder Haarefärben oder “Unfitney” (haha) auf den Fersen.

Was gibt’s sonst noch Neues. Uh, ja, Oscar-Verleihung war ja grad. Eins meiner alljährlichen Highlights.

Julitas Lieblinge 2008:

Marion “trés jolie” Cotillard. Sehr süß. Und wie sie sich gefreut hat!

Javier “mi mamá es la mejor a.k.a. f*** Penelope” Bardem.Meow!

Helen “sexy senior” Mirren. Hat mit 62 besser ausgesehen als so manche 20jährige.

Cate “boy/girl/both” Blanchett. Die über-actress schlechthin, wundertoll!

Anne “big eyes and mouth” Hathaway. Wer diesen Namen und so ein schönes Kleid trägt MUSS zwangsläufig in meine Top 10

George “Witzvoggl” Clooney. All time favorite, da muss ich eigentlich nichts zu sagen.

Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová. Wie gut, dass es keinen OSCAR für “Enchanted” gab!

Tilda “I’m from Scotland, I don’t need make-up” Swinton. So schön erfrischend anti-typical-Hollywood-plastic-surgery. Da stört auch nicht, dass sie sich einfach ‘nen schwarzen Sack übergeschmissen und sich ein Loch für ihren linken Arm ausgeschnitten hat!

Heidi “Fräuleinwunder” Klum. Hat sensationell ausgesehen, nur was macht sie bei der Oscar-Verleihung? McDonalds Werbung macht noch keine Schauspielerin…

Und GANZ GROß:

DIABLO CODY. Ehemalige Stripperin, fantastische Drehbuchautorin (JUNO!! unbedingt anschauen, so toll!!!), die jetzt für Steven Spielberg schreibt. Quasi wirklich from rags to riches. Und bei ihrer Dankesrede (”And most of all, I want to thank my family for loving me exactly the way I am”) hatte sogar mein Papa Pipi in den Augen. Ohne Scheiß.

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