Showing posts with label Christin Turner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christin Turner. Show all posts

February 19, 2012

Girls Gone Superbowl Sunday

Yeah, I know that was TWO WEEKS AGO, but I've been having too mildly of a good time to give you a proper update.

Superbowl Sunday, Christin Turner (one of my favorite music video directors--we'll watch something from her in a bit) and I took a trip to LACMA to see the In Wonderland exhibit: The Surrealist Adventures of Women Artists in Mexico and the United States. Because you know, that's what mild ladies do on Superbowl Sunday.

When she first arrived, she had to talk me down from the ugly ledge that was SHORTS AND UGGS:

And what would we do at my place when all I have going for me here is this mild-girl-bachelor-fridge?
Um...

Here's C.T. before we even left my apartment, sitting under my AFFIRMATIONS. No big mild deal.

Once we got to LACMA, there was A LOT to look at. Mildly best way to spend a Sunday.

But like always, I mildly had time to self-portrait in the bathroom. (One day, I will move beyond this.)

This was one of my favorite pieces. I had mildly fantasized about this image my entire life, but never knew how to even go about making it happen. So I was happy to see that my fantasy painting already existed.

If you're wondering who it's by:

We were however, mildly underwhelmed by the Chris Burden METROPOLIS piece. (Sorry, it's blurry, but trust me, you're not missing much, Burden fans.)

But then some light art in the permanent collection got us going again (well, mildly going):

Like awesome mild ladies, we were excited that the full moon was a-coming:

Afterwards, we kept the mild factor going and saw PINA IN 3-D where I looked like this. And yes, I had to drink movie theater coffee because I worried about falling asleep after all the women painter excitement which really took it out of me. (Kidding, it was awesome, but I was mildly sleepy by the end of it and we did have some martinis somewhere in there.)

P.S. Here's one of Christin's beautiful videos for the amazing Dum Dum Girls:



Until we mildly meet again
C.

February 2, 2012

On the second mild day without Facebook...

1. I had an amazing 1.5 hour convo with my astrologer. Her name is Rosie and she lives in Washington state. You can talk to her over the phone from wherever you are. I actually found her through my former boss who was given advice to QUIT her job (!) and assured she would be OK on her next life journey. She was/is OK. Rosie's that kind of astrologer. She makes you feel assured what you're thinking is going to pan out...or not. Rosie tells it how it mildly is.

2. After sending some friends links to yesterday's blog, I learned that one of them (Jamie, I'm looking at you!) had previously thought about making a life-without-Facebook blog. Yeah, that means I'm mildly unoriginal, but so what. Here's Jamie as a kid, mildly rocking Mariah Carey's SOMEDAY:



3. I got REALLY excited about NEPTUNE GOING INTO PISCES TOMORROW. Mild.

4. I had some mild sadness for child actors.

5. THE ONION wrote that I am "married now." And yes, by un-cloaking my anonymous-ness there, I am also un-cloaking MY MILD INSANITY. (That ex and I are totally still friends by the mild way!)

6. My friend, Kate wrote this beautiful blog entry about teaching art to kids in Africa. Mildly INSPIRING.

7. I realized that I am even too mild for the Natural History Museum tomorrow, as the show I intended on going to is MILDLY SOLD OUT.

8. I learned that on little sleep, I can be TMI with the barista. TOO MILD OF INFORMATION!!! You know you love me, Cafecito Organico!

9. I had an awesome phone catch up with a mildly wonderful lady friend who might come to visit me from out of town this weekend. I actually said to her "You shouldn't come on Saturday night, but Sunday morning instead. I don't want you to be let down by my Saturday night MILDNESS." Seriously people, plan ahead--I am not a party animal anymore.

10. The Mild Award Of The Day goes to how truly happy it made me to get my oil changed today. Mildly responsible adult after years of being "the baby" in the family. Yeah, I admitted it.

Always mild,
Cathy