Finally, the long awaited Alice in Wonderland is coming to theatres tonight. Myself, I'll be watching it in 3D. I'll be grinning like the Cheshire Cat the whole way through, even as the Queen's of Heart's fury's unwraths, ordering the beheading of characters as things don't go her way.
The Mad Hatter wasn't named that in the original book. Carroll called him the Hatter - the term Mad Hatter came about because hatters often used mercuries to make hats, causing them to become a little "crazy". The Mad Hatter's character is of course eccentric, provoking Alice at the Tea Party but scared in front of the Queen, and of course, celebrating the Unbirthday Party.
As Alice follows the White Rabbit, her guide throughout the movie, his mannerisms will be interesting. He's nervous, timid, always in a hurry, but has the strength to confront the King of Hearts when he needs to. I love his big watch.
Do you think the hookah-smoking Caterpillar, advising that Alice eats mushrooms to change her size, is a hidden message about the use of drugs?
Anyway, I'll be looking forward to see Alice in Wonderland tonight!
Royksopp, from Norway, is hands down one of my favorite electronic DJ groups because they bring deep house elements along with warm singable and danceable melodies that many other groups do not have.
After seeing them live for the first time at Club Nokia in Los Angeles in November 2009, I became even a bigger fan. Although some of their songs were simple ambient sounds, I give their newest CD, Junior, released in May of 2009 two thumbs up because of these four outstanding pieces:
1. You Don't Have a Clue (This one is my personal favorite)
This song features singer, Drecker, who wears some interesting exotic costumes featuring an owl mask and an orange cape.
2. The Girl and the Robot
This song features pop sensation singer, Robyn. As she passionately sings the song and dances her heart out, acting out this song wonderfully.
3. True To Life
4. This Must be It.
"You don't have a clue" + Graphic Art Video
After seeing them live for the first time at Club Nokia in Los Angeles in November 2009, I became even a bigger fan. Although some of their songs were simple ambient sounds, I give their newest CD, Junior, released in May of 2009 two thumbs up because of these four outstanding pieces:
1. You Don't Have a Clue (This one is my personal favorite)
This song features singer, Drecker, who wears some interesting exotic costumes featuring an owl mask and an orange cape.
2. The Girl and the Robot
This song features pop sensation singer, Robyn. As she passionately sings the song and dances her heart out, acting out this song wonderfully.
3. True To Life
4. This Must be It.
"You don't have a clue" + Graphic Art Video
"You don't have a clue" Lyrics:
It's late in the night, dancing is done
The music has died, you're ready to run
But you don't have a clue, this party hasn't ended yet
Not for me and you, now you're just pretending
You're hiding from yourself,
Yes you are, yes you are
Like golden rays of sun in the cloud
We're meant to be one, I know we are
If I am the sky, then you are my star
Hey you don't have a clue, this party never ended
Not for me and you, I know you're just pretending
You're hiding from yourself,
Yes you are, yes you are
Like golden rays of sun in the cloud
I will make you see
Haven't you got, haven't you got it yet?
Just lay down for a while, next to me
Didn't mean to make you panic, didn't mean to put you off
Baby it's the way that you've got me
I listen to my heart and it takes you high
And you ask me how, can I show you how?
I need your love right now, now, now.
Oh, oh.
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The theme of this site is unconventionality, named after a scene in Alice in Wonderland called The Unbirthday Party.
While Alice fully immerses herself in a fantasy about anthropomorphism, size issues, & playing card royalty, she attends an “Unbirthday Party,” a celebration of each day that is not one’s birthday. This generally means 364 days out of 365 days. At the Unbirthday Party, the attendees are singing, dancing, celebrating everyone’s unbirthday, and having the time of their lives.
The event may seem absurd, however, if you take a step back you might notice that it's a liberating way of thinking that celebrates life uninhibitedly. Instead of restricting oneself to the idea that one's date of birth is more special than the other 364 days, why not switch it up and celebrate the 364 days instead?
I found this idea so humorously enlightening, acted out by animate animals and characters at a tea party in a children's fairytale, that I had to name this site after the Unbirthday Party event.
This site is a place to review and celebrate music, movies, film, sociological thoughts and issues and more with the overall theme of unconventionality, deviance from the norm, and championing life every day, as if it is one's first and last day.
While Alice fully immerses herself in a fantasy about anthropomorphism, size issues, & playing card royalty, she attends an “Unbirthday Party,” a celebration of each day that is not one’s birthday. This generally means 364 days out of 365 days. At the Unbirthday Party, the attendees are singing, dancing, celebrating everyone’s unbirthday, and having the time of their lives.
The event may seem absurd, however, if you take a step back you might notice that it's a liberating way of thinking that celebrates life uninhibitedly. Instead of restricting oneself to the idea that one's date of birth is more special than the other 364 days, why not switch it up and celebrate the 364 days instead?
I found this idea so humorously enlightening, acted out by animate animals and characters at a tea party in a children's fairytale, that I had to name this site after the Unbirthday Party event.
This site is a place to review and celebrate music, movies, film, sociological thoughts and issues and more with the overall theme of unconventionality, deviance from the norm, and championing life every day, as if it is one's first and last day.
Some of Hollywood’s most provocative stars take on humble roles while Monique turned from her usual comedic persona to that of an abusive, monstrous mother to help paint a heart-wrenching upbringing of “Claireece Precious Jones.”
Precious Jones lives in misery in which she escapes by imagining herself being courted by handsome men and stardom during her regular episodes of mental and physical abuse mainly by her unemployed mother and absent father. Although she realizes her bleak situation, she still longs for affection and love from the very hand that deals her bitterness and sorrow; explaining why she still sticks around.
After enrolling in an alternative school where she makes some great friends, learns how to read and write, and gives birth to a healthy baby boy (although fathered by her own father), she begins to feel a sense of personal empowerment and self worth. This ultimately leads to the revelation of a more sensitive, yet still stubborn side of her mother during a conversational confrontation and then the leaving of her horrid nest.
We cheer Precious on as she fights for her dignity: from the slapping of her insulting classmate, to the holding of a pan while her mother ostracizes, we weep for her pain and wishes she will leave her tragedy and rise to higher ground.
Precious Jones lives in misery in which she escapes by imagining herself being courted by handsome men and stardom during her regular episodes of mental and physical abuse mainly by her unemployed mother and absent father. Although she realizes her bleak situation, she still longs for affection and love from the very hand that deals her bitterness and sorrow; explaining why she still sticks around.
After enrolling in an alternative school where she makes some great friends, learns how to read and write, and gives birth to a healthy baby boy (although fathered by her own father), she begins to feel a sense of personal empowerment and self worth. This ultimately leads to the revelation of a more sensitive, yet still stubborn side of her mother during a conversational confrontation and then the leaving of her horrid nest.
We cheer Precious on as she fights for her dignity: from the slapping of her insulting classmate, to the holding of a pan while her mother ostracizes, we weep for her pain and wishes she will leave her tragedy and rise to higher ground.
What used to repel me now fascinate me. Why is it that we can somehow love something so much that we used to despise? Is it because love is something to be learned? Is it because love and hate are so similar as the saying goes “a fine line between love and hate?” Or is it our desire to be won over, to be proven that some things we thought were wrong. Is it that subconscious feeling of deep relief of contempt to ecstasy that gives us that natural high that we long for?
How come something I once found of bore
I now so adore and want more and more
From
Tomatoes
Random conversations with strangers
The color pink
Coffee
Electronic music
The show Entourage
And the list continues...
I live to learn. I live to love. Until one day, I cannot live, learn, or love anymore.
