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$1 to Haiti for every CD sold at CDBaby.com

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Now is a really good time to buy some new music at CDBaby.com.

Starting on January 25th and continuing for 2 weeks, CD Baby will donate $1 toward Haitian earthquake relief for every CD and album download sold.

Here's some of my top picks on CDBaby right now, and a really awesome way to donate $10 to Haiti, and get some great music in the mix:

Evangenitals (of course)
http://ping.fm/raS9v
Old Californio:
http://ping.fm/kwtL9
Cynthia Hopkins:
http://ping.fm/2dS9f
Diablo Dimes:
http://ping.fm/BYSYM
Pushin' Rope:
http://ping.fm/dUfyo
Izzy Cox:
http://ping.fm/jjrSN
Henry Bermudez Trio:
http://ping.fm/W9NF9
Leslie and the Badgers:
http://ping.fm/9Qwsr
Trainwreck:
http://ping.fm/wlufk
Antioquia:
http://ping.fm/AG9iv

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From CDBaby President Brian Felson:

The earthquake and its aftermath in Haiti have touched all of our lives. Many in the CD Baby family have already contributed as individuals, but we wanted to do more to help the victims of the horrible earthquake tragedy.

Starting on Monday, January 25th and continuing for two weeks, we will donate $1 of our cut from every CD sale through our website, and $1 from every download sale over $8.99 on our site, to the American Red Cross and to Mercy Corps, a Portland-based relief organization with a large presence in Haiti. With your help, we hope to raise tens of thousands of dollars.

I also urge you to make your own direct donation if you haven’t done so yet. Together, we can make a difference. Please click below to make your tax deductible donation right now.

– Mercy Corps donation form:
http://ping.fm/LmfRK
– American Red Cross donation form:
http://ping.fm/u0TLI
– Or text “Haiti” to 90999 and a $10 donation will be charged to your phone bill.

On behalf of all CD Baby employees, I thank you for helping out during this time of great human tragedy in Haiti.

Sincerely,
Brian Felson

**

Music, love, & healing,
Juli Crockett & the Evangenitals

Emptiness

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Essence is emptiness. Everything else, accidental.
Emptiness brings peace to loving. Everything else, disease.
In this world of trickery
emptiness is what your soul wants.
- Rumi

Ralph's

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So I went to Ralph's and what did I think? Well, I'll tell ya -- I thought, "what if I got a job here?" and there was a new guy, and he showed up to bag my groceries and his buddy was working the next aisle (bag boys, man, you know what I mean) and he said, "how long you been working here" and he said "just today" and they were all happy, man. Yeah, they were so happy. To find themselves. Working. At the same Ralph's. In Valencia.

Love and Toast

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I love toast. It's one of my favorite treats. Whether it's just vegan butter & jam, or sunflower seed butter & jelly, or toast dipped in hot soup, or up on the side of my salad... I love it.

What I don't love is when I forget I'm making toast, and end up with a couple of hard-ass pieces of cardboard that I'm too guilty to throw away.

Sunofabitch.

Ah, well.

Listen to this: http://ping.fm/Yqh9e (the song called TOAST)

Evangenitals on Facebook

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Myspace, Facebook, Twitter... and remember Friendster & Tribe??

It's all still pretty confusing to me. However, I am doing my best to figure it out, streamline, strategize, and not barrage anyone with too many emails and posts and pokes and tweaks and twitters from too many directions at once.

It seems I'm spending more time on the Evangenitals Facebook FAN PAGE these days, though, so if you're NOT a member of the Evangenitals Facebook PAGE yet, I highly suggest joining that bad boy now:

http://ping.fm/A2amq

Especially RIGHT NOW... cuz I'm about to send out a free mp3 belated xmas present to all of our Facebook PAGE fans.

So join now and get yer loving & yer loot!

xoxo
Juli of the Genitals
http://ping.fm/rUzXa
http://ping.fm/ODDFr

schizophrenia

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Zui-Gan called out to himself every day, "Master."

Then he answered himself, "Yes, sir."

And then he added, "Become sober."

Again he answered, "Yes, sir."

"And after that," he continued, "do not be deceived by others."

"Yes, sir; yes, sir," he replied.

--Mu-Mon-Kwan.

Interplay

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There is a movement underway. All sorts of isolated individuals asserting their accidental individuality in the face of evolutionary necessity, as some wise man once said. It's a crazy little posse we've got forming. Growing in numbers. United in a feeling that can't even be put into words but we signify it by pointing to the banner flying with the L-O-V-E in big 'ol letters made of that gooey stuff that is pumpin' through your guts moments after taking your eyes off the one you're really feeeeeeeeeeeeeeelin' it for, at that moment, whomever they may be, on that day, at that time, in that instant.

The story has been told many times of how I once fell in love with a man riding a bike up a steep hill on a hot day, simply for the effort he was exerting. For the love of his effort. The effortless, too, hath a glowing space in my heart. Yes. Love the effortless, But shit in my shoes, do I ever love effort! Right effort. Right thought. Right practice. In a world without right and wrong? How completely audacious!

Each man is responsible for his own soul, and each to his own, as they say. However – and this is a most fascinating point when one considers it as one should – there is an interplay. An uncontrollable interplay.

It is hard for me to make a sentence go in any one direction lately. Luckily, at least, when reading (in the English language, and a few others I’ve encountered) we move our eyes from left to right, top to bottom, and follow the phrase withersoever it goes. (some poets and word-artists and linguists and fartists have had some other ideas) however, the instinct of the masses remains. The hoi polloi, in general, in the Americas, reads LEFT to RIGHT.

Compare. When listening to another speak -- save for flights of fancy, blank spots, possible drug interference and intentional or unintentional ignoring -- we listen as we live, in real time, experiencing linearity, following the narrative, abstract though the subject matter may be, withersoever it leads. We listen, much like we read. I, personally, both listen and read, and, speaking from my own experience, since that is all I truly have any authority to speak from, can assuredly say that I listen much like I read.

There is an interplay – yet, within it, there is a need for an isolated thought process. A personal inventiveness, which can be viewed as an interaction with the other (though there be no other) be it a person, book, sound, image, or hallucination. Regardless, there is the need for times of quiet in one’s own (common) mind.

Also, we must allot sufficient time for the mutually adventurous to spend time together and create. To breed and compose. Interact. Discuss. Plan. Reflect. The interplay is everything. The one looking at itself as two (or more). Experiencing itself as two (or more).

There is no explaining what has not yet happened to someone who has not yet experienced it.

It is very difficult to merely exist. Practically impossible.

And now, Oh My Lord Don Quixote, all I ask on this night like any other night is the courage to follow, withersoever thou leadest my aching frame; to heed the call of adventure, wheneversoever it heralds, and to love, my dear sweet holy idiot, to love. To cultivate the unconditional giving of self to thy children and plebeians. Thy hoodlums and wackos. Thy dejected, rejected, snotty and shitfaced. Oh lord, sweet lord, daddy of the sugars, momma of the fuckers, sister of the lovesick, brother of the bigness, cousin of the unconscious, uncle of the uglynasties, friend of the faithless, lover of all things just as they are and however they may want to be... give it up. Give it up to us like a 5am jackpot after a long night of pullin' dry on the one armed bandit.

I can see it. It's already happening. It's as ridiculous and pathetic and gorgeous as it can be. The love is raining down, everywhere I'm looking. The sky is falling and it's about time. The rain is helping it all soak in.

Love,
Juli

something to (not) think about

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You are asked -- temporarily, of course -- to lay aside all of your philosophical, religious, and political opinions, and to become almost like an infant, knowing nothing. Nothing, that is, except what you actually hear, see, feel, and smell. Take it that you are not going anywhere but here, and that there never was, is, or will be any other time than now. Simply be aware of what actually *is* without giving it names and without judging is, for you are now feeling out reality itself instead of ideas and opinions *about* it. There is no point in trying to suppress the babble of words and ideas that goes on in most adult brains, so if it won't stop, let it go on as it will, and listen to it as if it were the sound of traffic or the clucking of hens.

Let you ears hear whatever they want to hear; let your eyes see whatever they want to see; let your mind think whatever it wants to think; let your lungs breathe in their own rhythm. Do not expect any special result, for in this wordless and idealess state, where can there be past or future, and where any notion of purpose? Stop, look, and listen... and stay there awhile before you go on.

- Alan Watts, Tao: The Watercourse Way

Link to Text: http://ping.fm/GVMHQ

a nice reminder

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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
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I believe the following paragraph from a news article officially marks the surety of the next Decline of Western Civilization...

"Ashton Kutcher, who once dated Murphy and co-starred with her in 2003's "Just Married," posted his condolences on his Twitter page today. "See you on the other side kid," it began."

Read more: http://ping.fm/LwEdN

:-(

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