Well we know that GM doesn't really have a right side of their brain when it comes to Saab, but I'm glad they finally made use of their left side and sold to Spyker. I found this vintage ad appropriate to aid in celebration.
My hope is that Spyker will help take Saab back to their roots. Biggest pipe dream: a re-issue of the classic 900 in the Beetle / Mini / Mustang revival vein of recent years. The car has new leather, a new engine, new technology, a new twist on the classic interior... but the OLD body style. A girl can dream.
Spyker and Saab--together at last. A match made in heaven. MFEO.
So our little duo we call The Precinct got asked to play the SLC Festival Cafe again this year for Sundance. Stoked. Hello there, festival credentials and free film tickets, haven't seen you friends since last year...I've missed you!
Even though I feel sheepish and creatively lazy that we don't have any new ORIGINAL songs, we at least have lots of new COVER songs that we can bust out. And that's better than a stick in the eye. Mason made us a flyer that nicely incorporates Sundance's logo / look for the 2010 festival and the venue: The Beehive Tea Room. We're playing from 7:00 - 9:00 on Saturday night, the 30th.
I got a great pair of vintage "lady gloves" (as I like to call any glove that extends above the wrist) as a hand-me-down from Mason's grandma, and I'm trying to get up the gusto to wear them to the show at the Tea Room. They are so beautiful.
The attention to detail on vintage clothing is what keeps me thirsting for more.
What do you think, can I pull them off? It's for a show, I always like to kick things up a notch for shows...
There are many reasons why one would “un-tag” a photo of oneself on Facebook.
·The business time un-tag: “Well, THAT picture of me flipping off the camera in front of Corporate Headquarters won’t really help me get the promotion I’ve been gunning for. UN-TAG.”
·The double-booked un-tag: Used primarily when one doesn’t want to get busted once proof of their ACTUAL weekend surfaces on Facebook. “Oh that’s interesting Sally, I thought you said you couldn’t hang out on Saturday night. Yet Jennifer tagged you in that photo at Suzy McKendrick’s party in Jason Johnston’s photo album that he posted on Sunday morning!”
·The LET IT GO un-tag:“Yes, I realize that we were on the same soccer team we were 11 years old, and it was great to re-connect with you online after all these years, but I don’t really need all 300 of my Facebook friends to see the 58 photos of us in our uniforms that you scanned and uploaded. UN-TAG.”
·The parental un-tag: Used only by those who are Facebook friends with their parents. “Not sure my Mom would see the humor in that photo of me passed out on the kitchen floor of my frat house, wearing beer box slippers and sporting obscene permanent marker drawings on my face and back. UN-TAG.”
·The digital control freak un-tag: Used by wanted criminals, future politicians, overprotective moms, and those with an intense fear of identity theft, all trying to limit their online presence and proof of their existence. “Someone could totally compare that photo with my digital facial likeness in the DMV records and steal my credit card number. UN-TAG.”
·The walk of shame un-tag: You didn’t mean to go out with Clyde last night. You had a moment of weakness. He asked you to hang out, you didn’t have any better offers, you didn’t realize that there would be a camera at that Chess-and-Cheese party, and now there’s proof of you snuggling on the couch with him, while sharing a giant plate of muenster and havarti. But you told that new guy that you weren’t seeing anyone! And you promised your friends that you’d never hang out with Clyde again! UN-TAG.
·The vanity un-tag: Possibly the most popular and prevalent variety of un-tags, used to continue to project the flawless online persona of oneself that one has developed through painstaking photo choices on Facebook. “MAN my arm looks super fat from that angle. UN-TAG.” Real-life example: me un-tagging the following photo of myself...
So what’s the point of un-tagging it on Facebook if you just turn around and post it on your blog, you ask? I’m trying to be bold in 2010.
We were pretty excited to spend our first Christmas in our new home, so we got a REAL tree and did it up right. Due to curious kittens, we have hung our Christmas trees from the ceiling in years past, but this one was luckily too big for Kiddo and Ripley to topple over.
Some details of the tree:
The mantle:
And a close-up of my favorite decoration--the handmade felt stocking that my dear mother made for me when I was a tot. She keeps asking if I want a replacement, and I keep threatening her life if she ever tries to give me another stocking. This is my stocking. Always has been, and always will be.
We acted out the nativity with my family at our house, and I was very pleased with our resident costume designers.