Van Nuys, California

What in the world is this? Yaye, do you remember this movie? Is this an old porno? I don't know I just found it.

Fangirl Yaye Discovers Eleni Mandell

A few weeks ago, I came across this video of Eleni Mandell live at The El Ray Theatre. I saved the page as a Bookmark so I could check her out when I had more time. Well, I have three major presentations due Monday, so naturally, I have wisely chosen today to follow-up.

I went by her website, her MySpace page, and watched a few of her videos on YouTube, and I have to say, I am really digging her! Retro, yet fresh; derivative, but she spreads it around enough to keep things interesting. She reminds me alternately of Suzanne Vega and Leonard Cohen, which often results in a Nick Cave-i-ness with a periodic vocal dollop of Bjork. Excellent all around.

I thought at first that she might be French or Canadian, because of the song above and her many Canadian tour dates. However, in visiting her site bio, I have discovered that she bought her first album on Melrose, experienced her first real kiss on Van Nuys Boulevard (standing in front of Straw Hat Pizza, no less!), and fulfilled a teenage dream by working with DJ Bonebrake of X (the significance of which I do NOT need to explain to Tallulah!)!!

HOME GIRL!

And now for something completely different...

What is this beautiful work of art, you ask? A sculpture based on the work of Georgia O'Keefe perhaps?

Clue: function just as important as form.

Click and see!

Kazuville Today

Tallulah's new business occupies the penthouse suite of Kazuville's only high rise. She's fancy.

Talu opens shop in Kazuville

With the influx of new citizens in Kazuville, Talu decides to open a new HI! Tech business and a blue tooth special:

NEW NEW NEW!!! Herbal Tech Tonics
Undefined Citizen-Media Networking
Just 19.95 per undefined citizen but wait there's more if Kazuville acts now, they will receive a complimentary introductory booklet:

Harnessing embedded APIs in the 21st Century
by Dr. Tallulah Kazu, UVA-UVB, Doctoral of All, Masteral of Nothing.*

*to learn more about Dr. Talu's Tech Tonic please click here

Further Proof that Yaye is a Boob

In an effort to shed any remaining dignity I may have inadvertently overlooked in my last blog confessional (that would probably be the whole Pride & Prejudice gush from June '06), I submit My Minicity, Kazuville, Day One (yesterday):


What is it, you ask? I don't rightly know, but that didn't stop me from marching right over to the site and setting one up. There's just something about New Technology available for FREE from the Internets. I can't resist it. That's sort of how Tallulah and I ended up with a blog in the first place.

Okay, here's Day Two (today):


Behold, I have agriculture, electricity and a neighbor! No idea how that happened. Maybe just because I went back there today to see if it was still there. You see, you don't sign up for anything, you don't have to download anything; you just name your Minicity and then I guess you pimp it in order to lure visitors.

This is my best guess, peeps.

Here's my pimp: Visit Beautiful, Mostly Empty Kazuville to validate my paltry existence and increase the ad revenue on a French website!

Tidbits from Tallulah's last trip

During the last days in California before the big move for mom, we decided to drive by the old homestead for one last look. At first I didn't want to see what "they" had done to the old 40's tract house, but I was at the mercy of my family. With a lump in my throat I got out of the car and gazed upon the new Mediterranean style. The first thing that I noticed was my tree was gone. Quickly I took this picture cause the occupant was leaving for work and I didn't want to make him uncomfortable by snapping tons of pictures.

After this picture was taken he was staring right at me, so I just went right up to him and told him the story, his reaction was a good one. Wearing a Jerry Garcia t-shirt with an anti bush sticker on the back of his Prius, he offered to take me on a tour. I declined however deep inside I couldn't help but feel a twinge of happiness, As I grew up in a staunch repugnican presbyterian household, the thought that the new occupants were prius owning, deadhead donning professionals made me elated.

I told him, if those walls could talk you'd have a great story. He then told me that all the drywall had been replaced, terrazzo tiles covered the floors (ugh how could they do that to hardwood floors!) and walls knocked out. Deflated, I realized that the walls that had a story were now in a landfill. Reality quickly reminded me that things and places are just that, life is constantly changing, my old house is simply a memory. I am one of the lucky ones to have had the same home base for 39 years. Silly how one can get so emotional over a thing.