Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Pic of the Day

Jennifer Lawrence

Movie of the Day

Title: Se7en
Director: David Fincher
Writer: Andrew Kevin Walker
Starring: Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman, Gwyneth Paltrow, John C. McGinley, Kevin Spacey

Song of the Day

Title: Marvin
Artist: Raekwon (feat. Cee-Lo)
Album: The Wild


[Raekwon:]
April 2nd 1939, the stars is in line
Divine intervention at it's own intention
Birthed a gift
In this DC kid
He sung heavenly
Good values and all
And his father was in the ministry
God fearing man with a mother that's so beautiful
The angels would serve her
What's her name?
It's Alberta
This little boy quickly became a man
From blowing in his father's church
To making his own band
Called the Moonglows
Sensational with his vocals
That drove the ladies crazy
Panties got thrown at his shows
But he was far from happy
He wore a smile just to hide it behind them doors
Him and his father constantly colliding

[CeeLo Green:]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire my soul
What a glory to behold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

[Raekwon:]
Destined for greatness
Counting his blessings
Young'uns struggling with pressures
That the fact that his pops was a cross dresser
But he still loved him
You know the bond between the son and father
That only pushed him and forced him to sing harder
His main man Harvey Fuqua gassed up his car
Believed his sound
And took him down to Motown y'all
That's where it all happened
Success in the palm of his hand
But unfortunate the fame wasn't enough
He wanted more out of life
Took it further and found himself a wife
Pretty Anna Gordy
She made his time sit still
She was the cousin of Barry G
The founder of Hitsville
Please pay attention because the story it gets ill
Shit's real
Trials and tribulations son's facing
You gotta play the cards you're dealt
Ain't no telling what life deals
Death will cause you to have night chills
Enough to keep a nigga bothered
Especially when the negatives start coming from your father

[CeeLo Green:]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire my soul
What a glory to be hold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

[Raekwon:]
Money, women and drugs came into play
Now wouldn't you know
There goes another happy home down the drain
That night life had him speeding through hell
Scarred by the death of Tammy Terell
Couldn't believe it, he spiraled downhill
Secluding himself
From the music and the press
He was sick and really getting depressed
Time passed so he bounced back on track
New and improved
Even got himself a new wife too
Everything is on the up and up
Got his act together spiritually he claims
You could see the glow up on this fella
Tried to make amends with his father
But the hatred is too strong
Revolver in his palm
The warning that death was close
His mother screaming out "Honey don't do it!"
One shot to the chest made Marvin lose fluids
April 1st he died on the spot
The scene was so horrific
How a father could kill his own son
Defines wicked

[CeeLo Green:]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire my soul
What a glory to be hold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

Marvin
Marvin
It's the sound of the music
Marvin
Marvin
Marvin

Artist of the Day

Edel Rodriguez, 1971-present, Cuban illustrator


Thought of the Day

Can anyone stomach what the NBA off-season has become? It's like a bad soap opera starring over-sized adult males. I think the players played with dolls as kids and were hugged too much by their moms.

Quote of the Day

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. - Rumi

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Pic of the Day

Dinosaur National Monument Quarry House, Utah

Movie of the Day

Title: Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Director: Amy Heckerling
Writer: Cameron Crowe
Starring: Sean Penn, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Judge Reinhold, Phoebe Cates, Brian Becker, Robert Romanus

Song of the Day

Title: The Story of O.J.
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: 4:44


(Skin is, skin, is
Skin black, my skin is black
My, black, my skin is yellow)

Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
I like that second one
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga

O.J. like, "I'm not black, I'm O.J." ...okay
House nigga, don't fuck with me
I'm a field nigga with shined cutlery
Gold-plated quarters where the butlers be
I'mma play the corners where the hustlers be
I told him, "Please don't die over the neighborhood
That your mama rentin'
Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood
That's how you rinse it"
I bought every V12 engine
Wish I could take it back to the beginnin'
I coulda bought a place in Dumbo before it was Dumbo
For like 2 million
That same building today is worth 25 million
Guess how I'm feelin'? Dumbo

Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga

You wanna know what's more important than throwin' away money at a strip club? Credit
You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it
Financial freedom my only hope
Fuck livin' rich and dyin' broke
I bought some artwork for 1 million
2 years later, that shit worth 2 million
Few years later, that shit worth 8 million
I can't wait to give this shit to my children
Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, it's fine
But I'm tryin' to give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99
I turned that 2 to a 4, 4 to an 8
I turned my life into a nice first week release date
Y'all out here still takin' advances, huh?
Me and my niggas takin' real chances, uh
Y'all on the 'gram holdin' money to your ear
There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah

Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga

Artist of the Day

Nalini Malani, 1946-present, Indian painter and video/installation artist

Thought of the Day

Too often, adults seem to conflate the world of social media with the actual world. How is it that someone can feel confident judging someone else's character based on Facebook posts and tweets? Really? This is progress? You can be eliminated as a candidate for a job because your character appears unsavory on the internet? 2017: where digital reputation supersedes true reputation.

Quote of the Day

Be truthful, nature only sides with truth. - Adolf Loos

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Pic of the Day

Venice, Italy

Movie of the Day

Title: Roadhouse
Director: Rowdy Herrington
Writer: David Lee Henry, Hilary Henkin
Starring: Patrick Swayze, Ben Gazzara, Kelly Lynch, Sam Elliot
 

Song of the Day

Title: Da Rockwilder
Artist: Redman and Method Man
Album: Blackout!


 
 
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!

[Method Man]
Microphone checker, swinging sword lecture
closing down the sector supreme neck protector
Better warn 'em kid Mr. Method boiling pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
for sheezy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, it's all in together
going all out together it don't take much to please me
Still holmes I'm never satisfied like the Stones
we don't condone biting see them selling crossbones
protecting what I'm writing don't clash with the Titan
who blast with a licence to kill rap reciting
C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) [Blew wind]...put your lights out
got the shit the cracking got you fiendin with your pipes out
time for some action, surfing the avenue
mad at you, where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in
got us busting off these pistols
my niggas got issues...again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.

[Redman]
I was gone too but we roam, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
and Ozone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
three nines and a glove with mad soul D-Die in the car
right behind on the bus
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
now my neighbor doped up
got the cable hooked up. All channels
lift my shirt all Mammal
you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed off shotgun
hand on the pump, sipping on a forty
smoking on a blunt
bust my gun and Red and Meth didn't jump
La la la la, la la la la

yeah c'mon, Red and Meth didn't jump
La la la la, la la la la

Artist of the Day

Aleksandr Golovin, 1863-1930, Russian painter

Thought of the Day

Why do middle and high school kids need crossing guards? These little jamokes don't know how to look both ways?

Quote of the Day

I knew I was alone in a way no earthling has ever been before. - Michael Collins

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Pic of the Day

French guy with a death wish

Movie of the Day

Title: The Ice Harvest
Director: Harold Ramis
Writers: Richard Russo, Robert Benton (based on the novel by Scott Phillips)
Starring: John Cusack, Billy Bob Thornton, Connie Nielsen

Song of the Day

Title: Master of Puppets
Artist: Metallica
Album: Master of Puppets


End of passion play, crumbling away
I’m your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your death’s construction
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
You’re dedicated to
How I’m killing you

Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master

Master of puppets I’m pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can’t see a thing
Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll hear you scream
Master
Master

Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
You’re dedicated to
How I’m killing you

Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master

Master of puppets I’m pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can’t see a thing
Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll hear you scream
Master
Master

Master, master
Where’s the dreams that I’ve been after?
Master, master
You promised only lies
Laughter, laughter
All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, laughter
Laughing at my cries

Fix me

Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season
I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too

Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master

Master of puppets I’m pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can’t see a thing
Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll hear you scream
Master
Master

Artist of the Day

Johann Adam Ackermann, 1780-1853, German landscape painter

Thought of the Day

The one thing I don't like about sports movies is they're almost always underdog stories. I mean, suspension of disbelief can only be taken so far.

Quote of the Day

Everything is funny, as long as it's happening to somebody else. - Will Rogers

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Pic of the Day

Blue footed booby

Movie of the Day

Title: Allied
Director: Robert Zemeckis
Writer: Steven Knight
Starring: Brad Pitt, Marion Cotillard, Jared Harris, Simon McBurney, Lizzy Caplan

Song of the Day

Title: What I Got
Artist: Sublime
Album: Sublime


Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmatian, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot

Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got
'Cause you might get run over or you might get shot
Never start no static I just get it off my chest
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Take a small example, take a tip from me
Take all of your money, give it all to charity
Love is what I got
It's within my reach
And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach
It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You'll feel it when the dance gets hot

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, now remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got

(That's) why I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot
Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, now remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I got

Artist of the Day

Cy Twombly, 1928-2011, American painter, sculptor, and photographer


Thought of the Day

There has to have been an ice cream truck man who moonlighted as a serial killer. Obviously, his targets would be fat children.

Quote of the Day

What separates the winners from the losers is how a person reacts to each new twist of fate. - Donald Trump

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Pic of the Day

Parthenon, Athens, Greece

Movie of the Day

Title: Daddy's Home
Director: Sean Anders
Writer(s): Brian Burns, Sean Anders, John Morris
Starring: Will Ferrell, Mark Wahlberg, Linda Cardellini, Thomas Haden Church, Bobby Cannavale, Hannibal Buress

Song of the Day

Title: Humble
Artist: Kendrick Lamar
Album: TBA (upcoming studio album)


Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I'm countin' this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I'm downin' this
D'USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil' bitch, hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down
Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch)
(Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble)
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol' up, bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)

Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
I make a play fuckin' up your whole life
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil' bitch, hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down
Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch)
(Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble)
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol' up, bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)

Artist of the Day

Nobuyoshi Araki, 1940-present, Japanese photographer

Thought of the Day

Truthfully, it would make me a lot happier if my novel were banned in multiple countries, including the United States, than if it became a best-seller. That's just the pure artist in me.

Quote of the Day

Even if what you're working on doesn't go anywhere, it will help you with the next thing you're doing. Make yourself available for something to happen. Give it a shot. - Cormac McCarthy

Debut Novel Now Available!

A Sinner Glimpses Paradise

by (yours truly) Shea Kelly

Paperback: createspace.com/7035050 and Amazon.com (search title)

Kindle and GoogleBooks digital versions available in near future (stay posted)

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Pic of the Day

The Great Wall of China

Movie of the Day

Title: Being John Malkovich
Director: Spike Jonze
Writer: Charlie Kaufman
Starring: John Cusack, Cameron Diaz, Catherine Keener, Orson Bean, Mary Kay Place, John Malkovich

Song of the Day

Title: Otis
Artist: Jay-Z & Kanye West
Album: Watch the Throne


[Otis Redding]
It makes it easier, easier to bear, yeah
You won't regret it, no no
No, girls they don't forget it
LOVE is their home, happiness, yeah
Squee... squee... squee... squeeze her
Don't tease her, never leave her

[Jay-Z]
Sounds so soulful, don't you agree?
OWW! Uhh

I invented swag
Poppin bottles, puttin supermodels in the cab
Proof...
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublot's
Or the big face Roley, I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city, I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes; go

[Kanye West]
"Damn Yeezy and Hov', where the hell you been?"
Niggaz talkin real reckless, stuntmen
I adopted these niggaz, Phillip Drummond 'em
Now I'm 'bout to make 'em tuck they whole summer in
They say I'm crazy, well I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another 'gain

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, photo shoot fresh, lookin like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way I might murk ya
Flee in the G-450 I might surface
Political refugee asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never goin to jail

[Kanye West]
I made "Jesus Walks" I'm never goin to hell
Couture level flow, it's never goin on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't 'custommed to goin through customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house got 'em showin off
I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-naaaaaaaaaa!

[Jay-Z]
Welcome to Havana
Smokin Cubanas with Castro in cabanas
Viva México, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Drivin Benzes, with no benefits
Not bad, huh? For some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin tunnels
Can't you see we gettin money up under you?

[Kanye West (Jay-Z)]
Can't you see the private jets flyin over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin (uhh) 'Ye is chillin (uhh)
What more can I say? (What more can I say?) We killin 'em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see we done bodied the damn lanes
Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne

[Otis Redding]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Scream it! [3X]

Artist of the Day

Tomoko Takahashi, 1966-present, Japanese multimedia artist





Thought of the Day

I respect all people, regardless of identity. But, I do occasionally look forward to the day when the fear of a black planet becomes the fear of a brown planet, compliments of a certain few brave, good European-Americans who were bold enough to say, "Enough is enough. Nein. Let's move into the future people. A future devoid of stereotypes, class warfare, and religious zealots. A future where the highest praise one man or woman can receive from another is, "I respect you so much I'd like to fight you."" ONE LOVE.

Quote of the Day

Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. - Barack Obama (and perhaps Donald J. Trump)