Monthly Archives: May 2008

Black and proud

I know the 40th anniversary of the assassination of MLK was roughly a month ago, but above is an amazing video of James Brown performing in Boston the night after the shooting, and here is the accompanying story of how JB prevented a massive riot from happening that evening. (Via AskMe)

Ran into fellow member of top …

Ran into fellow member of top secret running club at estate sale this morning. Do I know you, I asked, and he whispered his nickname to me.

All James Brown, all the time

Jesus, James Brown’s widow is my new hero.

Best line: My husband would not let anybody see him not made up. I was his hairdresser, trust me. He had to be fly, okay! All the time!

(Via Dlisted)

Today is my wedding anniversar…

Today is my wedding anniversary and my husband is a hemisphere away. Two hemispheres, actually.

@MissPinkKate With Ringo or Ge…

@MissPinkKate With Ringo or George Carlin?

Who Is Singing Me Lullabies?

Her childhood was sort of desolate,” he says. “Orphaned, alone, she had been sent away (from Ireland) to America to live with a rather forbidding maiden aunt. She had no conscious memory of the first five years of her life. No memory of her mother, of Ireland, of home.” Mrs. O’C confessed to Dr. Sacks that she had lost all conscious memory of her mother. “She had always felt this as a keen and painful sadness,” he says.

A touching NPR story in honor of Mother’s Day.

Art Car sadness

Tom Jones and Swamp Mutha

Tom Jones, curator at the Houston Art Car Museum, was killed early this morning, just a few hours after the annual Art Car Parade wrapped, after he was hit by a speeding car while sitting on the curb outside the museum.

So sad. The parade is one of the things I love best about Houston. I spent all afternoon taking pictures and had an excellent time, as usual, and part of that is due to the hard work Jones lovingly put into the museum and the parade over the years. Truly a devastating loss for the Houston art community.

Above is Jones riding yesterday in a car called Swamp Mutha. Click the image for more pictures of the parade. To quote Jones: “Keep America’s roads weird — build an Art Car!”

Shakin’ that stick and drivin’ me crazy

For those of you who know me and have already heard this rant, yes, I am still seething about this, and no, I will not get over it. For those of you who haven’t, the story that follows is pretty gross, both in terms of bodily functions and general human behavior. There is a picture at the end. Read on if you have the fortitude. (more…)

Races, wrecks and wheelies

Scooter Pattallion

Friday is my birthday and I am unnaturally excited about making my way down to Gruene and New Braunfels, TX, for the recently resuscitated Texas United River Rally. There will be scooting! And tubing! I have never been to the Guadalupe River. I am entering the last two years of my 20s! I am camping alone in my tent but will be surrounded by friends old and new.

Here is a collection of silly videos from the last rally that had no place to live, so I mashed them into one great movie instead.


Sandblast II from Brittanie on Vimeo.

Baseball fan


Photo taken by Keefe Borden (a.k.a. VE) at last Sunday’s hash. Click to see more of his work.

Twenty eight

My house is empty. The dog is with doggie friends, husband is millions of miles away. It’s hard sometimes to sleep when it’s like this, even harder when I am excited about something.

I will be spending my birthday tonight on the banks of the Guadalupe River, figuring out how to attach my digi-cam to the handlebars of my scooter so I can capture the Texas Hill Country scenery as it passes by during tomorrow’s ride.

Yesterday during a bizarre spring-y rainstorm I looked at the umbrella I bought in Seoul, the one that reminds me of a Magritte painting, and had a very strange feeling.

I looked at this umbrella in my hand, and for a split second I felt a fondness and nostalgia for the monsoon season in Korea, for waking up in the mornings and watching the fog rise over the bay and walking everywhere with a umbrella in my hand, the smell of humidity in the air before the stifling heat of summer.

It’s the first time I’ve felt any kind of longing for Korea since we got home. And as soon as I realized what it was, it was gone.

Texas United River Rally 2008

How much fun did I have this weekend?

I’ll post a full update when I get around to it.

P.S. Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes!

Under Construction

I’m messin’ with the site a bit. Do not be alarmed.

Auf wiedersehen

I had an awesome weekend at the museum. Really awesome. I got paid to attend a party, got to drink a glass of wine and flirt on the job, met dozens of fascinating people and was invited to three (three!) after parties.

So I am really sad that tomorrow is going to be my last day. I gave notice two weeks ago because C comes home Wednesday and I want to be able to spend as much time with him as possible. The whole purpose of this living apart experiment is that we could spend every day together on the months that he is home but with me working that has just not been possible. We are now halfway through his assignment and we are determined to make the second half better than the first half. We are determined to do it right.

I will not be bored when he is gone! I will hang out at the museum and write all day! I will take the dog to the dog park and read a book a week again and finish the baby blanket I’ve been knitting since December.

I *was* Angela Chase

Sorry. I just spent the past month watching every single episode.

My lady parts do not ache for Hillary Clinton

I am a full-blown feminist and would love to see a woman in the White House. Just not this woman.

The Village Voice’s Allison Benedikt articulates much clearer than I can the problems with the Clinton campaign.