Scandalous!

So the king of pop has died!

This was shOcking to me for only five minutes, then I felt somewhat at ease knowing that Michael is somewhere other than planet earth. Talk about having a hard life! I only say this because Michaels battle with his family, self-image, career, and public opinion has been hard fought, and very openly so.

Albeit all this-the fact remains that Michael was the greatest performer, and possibly musician in the history of the world.

I know my fair share of muciscal history, and even if your from America and you think that title goes to the the Rolling Stones (we're more partial) or if your actually British and think it's the Beatles. Turn on your televison, pick up a newspaper, newsmagazine, fashion magazine, gossip magazine, surf the net, read a blog where a girl talks about her sins and feeling badly-THEN-you will see that that title belongs to Michael. He is EVERYWHERE!!!! EVEN in death!!!!!!!!!!!

CNN, FOX, CSPAN, BLOOMBERG TV, PREMIUM TV, ABC, CBS, NBC and the list goes on.

If someone were to say that Michael were the most important person ever born, and finished that sentence with "even moreso then Jesus", given all the media and non-media attention of the past week-I wouldnt be suprised if not one person present objected.

Of course MJ (he shares my initials) was not more important than our saviour, but if this keeps up.................

The point I truly want to make with this post is not that the media, are shameless, spineless, soulless, heartless, bloodsuckers-and any other adjective ending with less-This, has looooonggggggggggg since been established.

The point I am trying to make is that many memebers of Michaels own family is too. Yes we've all seen the 'Jackson 5', and the infamous interview. I never thought they were actually one hundred percent accurate. Silly me.

I won't name any person in particular (i think its ridiculously obvious), but BY GOSH-watching the events playing out as they have, and seeing the disrespect, and disregard his own family has played in anything but the memory of Michael being remembered as [the world's GREATEST performer, and contributor to the craft of music and much more] is simply put-SCANDALOUS!

R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON (MJ) K.I.N.G. OF POP!

Fashion Famous:Taylor Swift

KATE SPADE $596

There was a time when I thought that if i heard "Teardrops on my Guitar" on more time my head would explode.

You know that song, and you probably hate it more than I do, but not for the reasons you may think. Its not an ugh, this song is so stupid, how did it ever make it onto the radio hatred. It's more of an UGHHHHH, not this damned song again, how many freaking times are they going to play this thing-and WHY can't I stop humming it.

TRINA TURK $348


Come on, you know it's happened to you. Perhaps not with this song (though i can't see how), but it has happened with some song. Now that I am finally over disliking this song, for it being played so much, and my inability to stop humming it, I cant stop singing Taylor Swift's latest. The song is "Lovestory", I like it so much, I recently bought it on Itunes.

Taylor is a eighteen (18) year old singer from Wyomissing, Pa who shot to super stardom with her self-penned country ballads, and her kiddy romance with JoBro Joe. I think she is a style star in the making, but perhaps she already is because the fashion world has already took notice.
SHOSHANNA $340


ALEX + OLIVIA $390

I dont know about you guys, but i think she's a pretty kick-ass teenager.

Manuscript Excerpt: first draft; unedited; sloppy; intended for tweens; FANTASY!

Chapter 1

Don’t panic. Just keep walking. It sounded far away, it could even be a distant thunder. No need to be frightened. You always leave late, and its always this dark out. Stop being so jumpy. Your almost home. Boom-oh god, its getting closer. Why didn’t I call dad, why didn’t I leave at five?. Mom was probably worrying now, I’d promised her that I’d be home by dessert, I would be lucky if I made it there before all the guests had left. Run-it doesn’t mean your scared, your just anxious to get home. Yeah, that’s it, I’m anxious to get home, and this feeling someone, or thing, is following me is silly. This is Poughkeepsie, nothing bad hardly ever happens here anymore. We’re a forgotten any town, and the air isn’t getting cooler, and my shadow is no bigger than every other night. The public library is the safest place in town apart from the police station. Alright Alder, now your just being sad. When were you taught that, in second grade, and by your grandmother. Grow up, and cross the street already. Home is less than ten minutes away. I pick my head up for a second to stop talking to my subconscious. I leave the iffy safety of the sidewalk, and take the street giant steps at a time. I feel immediately safer on the other side, and escape from my giant steps into a nervous run. Boom! Boom! BOOM! Run!, and fast! I elapse my nervous run into full marathon race speed, not to my home, but to Ms. Rosenberg‘s who lives six houses before mine. I hear the boom becoming even louder, and feel my eardrums begin to pain with every contact my feet has with the pavement. I am seriously frightened now. I no longer understand my surrounding, and I cant see any of the houses around the corner. My body seems to be reacting in its own peculiar way to the sound. My armpits begin to perspire, and my nipples harden. Goosebumps have encompassed my body, and suddenly I am falling to the ground. I hit the pavement hard, and am winded. The boom is no longer audible, and I know I have been caught. I am even more frightened by the thought of what has captured me. Before I attempt to pick myself up I know with an uneasy certainty, that no matter what or who it is that has me, our company will be prolonged. The overwhelming and sudden truth of this hits me hard as I get on me knees, and then my hands. I stretch myself up gradually from the fetal position, my head down, I am afraid to look up. I know now, that he awaits me, and that his hand will be outstretched. The stinging of my left shoulder from breaking my lopsided fall has subsided. Its as though I were never perspiring, and my skin is smooth against the summer nights breeze. My body is still alert, but no longer out of fear. There is completely no fear. I know this moment. My body is erect, and slowly I begin to lift my head. He is there in all his beauty, his hand, outstretched. He is starring exactly where my eyes will eventually be once I am fully erect. I pull my head up to its full capacity, and meet his gaze. His green eyes stun me, and before he opens his mouth to speak my name I allow myself to become overwhelmed by his presence, and the fact that this is no longer my dream, but my reality, and say: “Hello Marcus”. I’ve been waiting for you is what I think immediately after, but I do not utter this because the laughter in his eyes makes me even more aware that this is, reality. I take his outstretched hand, and feel the heat of an early summer day. He kisses my hand, and entwines our fingers as he takes off, and pulls me with him, before he jumps, he looks back and says ”Hello Alder. It is time”.

© 2009 by MJ for anifb.blogspot.com. All rights reserved.

This Manuscript was written by MJ. Permision for usage is not permitted. anifbadly@gmail.com

Announcement!

I am an English major for a reason. I LOVE to write! It is not however, my love of writing that sways me to want to know all there is to know about Literature. It is my love of literature that has driven me to writing.

I am an avid fiction and fantasy reader. Yes, I wrote fantasy. Though Alice Sebold holds the title of MJ's favorite female author, and though I simultaneously would love to take credit for "The lovely Bones" (totally wrong I know, but if you've read TLB, you too would wish you'd written it and not Alice), I am a sucker for fantasy.

J.K.Rowling IS QUEEN!! I have read the Potter books countless times, and her most recent "Beddle the Bard" is currently resting on my right hand side. I love Paolini (Inheritance Cycle-Eragon ect), C.S.Lewis (Narnia), and of course the king and creator of fantasy, in my very humble opinion, Mr. J.R.R. Tolkein. Surely you know that he authored the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy.

In the year 2009 however, it seems only one fantasy writer matters. She goes by the name of drum roll please...........yes, it starts with an S. It's none other than:

Stephenie Meyer


Stephenie is a Mormon mother of three from Arizona, and if somehow, just somehow, you happen to not know who this woman is, she wrote the books below.

If you've never heard of all these books that’s fine-if you've never heard of the first book, then you don’t reside on planet earth, SORRY!

I have read the entire Twilight saga. They were fairly entertaining. New Moon (whose movie will be released in November) is my favorite of the four. The ending of this trilogy is lack luster, and slightly disturbing. Don't bother is what I say, but I guess when you start you have to finish.

The point of this post is to announce, that I will be posting a first draft of a manuscript I have been working on in the following post.

I don’t think that Mrs. Meyer sucks, but she sure ain’t no, J.K., and she sure isn’t even close to a J.R.R. This fact inspire me, because neither am I. Which means, I CAN DO THE SAME THING!

All I ask from my four readers is that you:

PLEASE BE CONSTRUCTIVE AS WELL AS CRITICAL. SPECIFICS WOULD BE SUPERB!

Blue Crush

Last year at a friends company event-translation-Once upon a time at some ritzy dinner on the UES or (Upper East Side) of Manhattan-my then boss attempted to introduce me to his younger brother. I was obsessing over someone else at the time, and could really care less about his brother. I was brash and rude. This may sound rude, but everyone on the east side is brash and rude.

It went a little something like this:

Brother or Joe, hangs around my table all throuhout the night
Brother at one point comes to sit next to me
Brother continues to stare so shamelessly that my girlfriend who was also in attendance that night later says to me that she thought Brother was checking her out.
Brother goes over to boss and they begin to talk
Boss later screams at me from across the room "Hey MJ this is my brother Joe, have you ever met Joe"
I bitchly respond "Yes, I have met your brother" proceed to roll my eyes and walk away

I regret this retort incredibly now, but lets get back to how I got here.

The person I was obsessing about was my bosses boss. Nice, i know. Not only was he married, but he was also far older than me, and my senior in too many other ways. I don't think that I need to say that this didn’t work out, but if you want to know more go back several posts, to something about workplace romance.

Lets say you've paused, opened a new browser, and read that post-you see then why I could care less about Joe. I was obsessed.

Several months later, the Joe incident, as I have now come to refer to it began to plague me. I was so blinded by my obsession, that I had failed to realize that the guy was hanging around my table because he was interested in me-yes-despite his brothers blatant introduction. I also failed to realize that he was beautiful. Joe is also kind, funny, and intelligent.

I began thinking about the incident shortly after getting over my ridiculous obsession. I thought about it so much that it nearly became an obsession itself. Determined for this not to happen, I made the grown up decision of sending Joe an e-mail apology. E-mail apologies are very sophisticated in Manhattan. We're both in our twenties, though he is already in corporate America, and I still in school-e-mail is widely considered to be equal opportunity. It's like sending a Facebook invite. Except this invite was actually an apology for being a cold hearted snake :)

The email was short, sweet, brief, and to the point. I conferred with a close gay friend, and was told that a response could go both ways. Either I would get one, or i wouldn’t. I did not. This slightly bothered me, but not enough for me to take the next step and send Joe an actual Facebook friend invite. The incident had happened several months before, and I could only imagine what his actual response-apart from not responding to my e-mail-was. He may have even forgotten it ever took place.

Fast-forward to two weeks ago at a dinner of a similar kind. I walk in and he spots me first. I swear that i either (a) saw him trying to hide behind the bar, or (b) trying to crane his neck to make sure it was me. Both were unsettling so I made up my mind to avoid him, and his gaze all night, despite how great he looked in Givenchy.

It went a little something like this:

We, end up in the same social chatting cluster
We, both stare at each other while we think the other isn’t looking
I, go outside to smoke, he spots me, and continues outside to smoke, where I say hi thus initiating a decent five minute conversation
We, are interrupted by my friend, who asks me to join them once more inside, and I excuse myself.

All of this, and you would think that something might ignite. The night comes to an end, I sneakily look back in his direction, he catches my eye, and hauls ass to the back of the room, I’m assuming so that we don’t bump into each other on the way out. This, not only upset me, but hurt my feelings. I know for a fact he caught my eye. I also hung around out front for an additional ten minutes while the concierge warmed up my car. No Joe, not even then.

Am I mad at Joe? Yes, and no. I comfort myself with the fact that during all of our encounters past or present including the ones not mentioned here, when he was just my bosses younger brother via a brief meeting or two, he never once initiated conversation with he. He's always had a middle man, or I have said the hello's. I am a firm believer that men in particular know what they want, specifically where we women are concerned, and that if they want it badly enough, they will come and get it. He could have responded to my e-mail, and he could have gotten my number the other night. I had put the ball completely in his court, as he had once put it in mine. He too didn’t bite.

I don't really know what the point of this post is. I suppose you could come away with not obsessing with one thing or one person for so long, or so deep, that you miss what's going on around you. Be it better dating options, or someone who might become a good friend. As Joe could have been.

I did not send Joe a Facebook invite, but I did go as far as to look him up yesterday. He does not have a profile picture, however a pretty blonde named Liz does, and he just happens to be in it. His hand around her shoulder, and they are both smiling as though they will one day live in little boxes made of ticky tacky, little boxes made of clay, it may not be a green one or a pink one, or a red one or a yellow one, but whichever color it is, they will all look just the same. New season of Weeds is already awesome!

Reading Lolita In Tehran..........

is pure heaven

Fashion Famous: RIHANNA (This girl is seriously F.I.E.R.C.E)

I've decided to make old blogger here more fashion forward.

Considering that fashion is in my top five favorite everything of all time, and largely one of the reasons I feel really badly, it only makes sense. Right? Excellent, I’m happy we agree. I bring you Fashion Famous. A fashion spotlight of persons that I think are well, fashionable. I think this will be fun.

Where to begin though? With the music, and fashion industry's (as far as muses go) "IT" person of course.

She, is RIHANNA!




Beautiful, Talented(ish), Trendy, Beautiful, Beautiful.......I can go on forever.

In case you've been living under a rock and don’t know who this rock star is:

She is a singer.

I guess you could call her The NEW Beyonce. Google her, and you will find out why. It goes something like more #1 hits than any other artist this decade. Does "Umbrella ella ella ella" ring a bell?



One thing that differentiates her from all the other singers out there(particularly Beyonce-I find her fashion sense a bit questionable) of any race, is her kick ass style. Now there is no way to know whether or not Ms. Fenty (her last name) is actually fashion savvy herself, or whether or not its a stylist dressing her-i'd like to think it were both-, but i guess you could ask that about everyone who is widely considered fashion forward.

So here is to the girl who is kicking some serious Fashion Famous ass right now--for quite some time actually.

Extra points goes to the Bajan Beauty for still shinning after being, well.....Google her already!