I wonder which is preferable - to walk around all your life swollen up with your secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you're depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin - everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?
Monday, November 22, 2010
Fluorescent Label
I wonder which is preferable - to walk around all your life swollen up with your secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you're depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin - everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
What have we done...
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
...eyes with wonder
Stuff your eyes with wonder.
Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.
See the world.
It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tiny Like A Lion
a storm. a tiny girl.
a tiny piece of sea-glass caught in her heart.
eyes opening and limbs unfolding, akin to newborn deer.
lungs dancing like ghost swans; warm breath melting iced veins.
now everything was beautiful, less distant.
dreams resumed once sleep returned, like the songbirds in spring.
unrelenting, this feeling grows, and it is stronger than a lion.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Gypsy Viola
Gypsy Viola
by: Tom Yak - Electric Tattoo
Say hello to Viola. The newest permanent member of my tattoo family. She's fresh and new and bears lots of meaning. In fact, every detail actually represents something/someone in my family. Bet you didn't see that one coming ...
I figured I'd set in stone the meaning behind this tattoo, each and every detail, so the ones I love that were incorporated in this tattoo can read for themselves what they mean to me.
The gypsy itself was originally a painting done by my good friend Matt Cinnirella, an extremely talented artist that I can not thank enough for taking the time to put every single detail I requested into this. Cinni Bunz, you rule. I chose the name Viola for this little lady, because it was my grandmother's name. She was an amazing woman, had more energy than I did until her passing at 86 years old about a year ago, and said the most ridiculous, funniest things. She loved her beer and scotch and sodas and could make some mean potato pancakes and stuffed cabbage. She was also the luckiest woman I knew (she was the one you went to the casino with, and asked which lottery number to play, literally). It's quite fitting that gypsy tattoos bring good fortune, as that's what my grams was filled with.
The skin tone represents my background - half Portuguese, part Irish, part Polish. My dad, where my Portuguese descent comes from, is super dark skinned, and my mother is much lighter.
Her dark, wavy hair belongs to my sister Nicole, who has beautiful long, dark, wavy hair. She's an amazing sister and has had a huge impact on my life. I admire her beauty and how it's so natural and effortless.
The pearls are a representation of my sister Stacey. She's much more clean cut and proper than I. She also has had a huge impact on my life. I adore my sisters. We're all so different and I think we're the perfect fit as sisters.
The peacock feather is for me - I love love love feathers. I think they're beautiful and delicate and represent so many different things to me. Peacock feathers represent nobility and beauty. Having the feather placed on top of her head shows that she is proud of who she is, what she's made of, and where she comes from. The big, red rose is also a representation of beauty ... and I really love anything with floral in it. :)
Love this new addition!
Special thanks to Matt Cinnirella for his time and talent.
And much love to my family, who will always have a little piece of them on me. <3
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The Hipster Sister on the Interweb!
It has been quite some time since I posted a rather "personal" blog.
It's interesting to read my blog, cover to cover - from day one to my last post. I see change, inspiration, growth, maturity...
Amazing. Considering that my life has been documented, without meaning to actually document it. I started this blog purely for others' pleasure. In fact, I had written my first blog post, tweeted about it, and had my followers asking for more. Because I love them dearly, I obliged. I just wish I had the time to make The Hipster Sister a bit more fluent and consistent. Unfortunately, twenty four hours is too little for me to accomplish what I would like to in a calendar day. But while we're on that topic ...
I am currently working on a few "projects" for The Hipster Sister. I had received MANY requests to spread the name through other outlets. (apparently a barely consistent blog is just not enough). So, I'm working on exactly that. I barely have the time to keep up with it (which is why my blog has been so scarce of posts lately), but ... I'm making it work, to make you all happy! You know who you are ... you're the ones wearing that cheesy smile, glued to your mac books...
In the meantime, I've grown up, settled down, play mommy on the weekends and been doing everything but making time for me. Do I love it? Yes. Am I still having fun? YES! I've been going to amazing shows, meeting amazing people, going to amazing places ... I'm living my dream life, so to speak. And things are only seemingly getting better. Here's to good people, good times, and a good, good life.
So kidz, stay tuned for more announcements on where to find The Hipster Sister. I promise to keep you posted on where to find me, all over the interweb.
Don't forget to follow me on Twitter! @hipsterrr
Love You, Monsterz,
Ali
Current Listen: Get You Off - 80kidz
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Makes Me Happy
I want to spend a day doing the absolute most miniscule things that make me happy.
Like spending all day scouring through thrift store after thrift store, and at the end of the day, have change from my twenty dollar bill that I used to do so.
Like sipping tea from a mug outside on a blanket in the sun with my favorite person, talking for hours about where flowers get their colors from, and the different shapes of the moon.
Like eating falafel at my favorite place, and listening to my favorite album the whole way home.
Like walking down the street and seeing basket upon basket of fresh cut flowers, stopping to look at them, smell them, and then steal one to wear in my hair.
Like riding the subway and smiling at every single person that makes eye contact.
Like walking through art galleries, being completely inspired.
Like laying by a lake or in a big field, taking in the beauty of what's around you, and realizing how small you really are at that exact moment.
Like making my favorite person smile or laugh ... or both.
Like reading a quote, or a poem, or a book that hits you the same way an epiphany does.
Like having a long, in depth, meaningful conversation, and looking into the other person's eyes to try and feel what they're feeling.
Like having an impromptu picnic.
Like eating tacos, burritos, and guacamole for lunch and dinner, in the same day.
Like taking a nap in the middle of the day and picking up right where you left off.
Like playing your favorite song over and over again, because there's nobody around to tell you to turn it off.
Like creating something that's beautiful in your eyes, and having others see beauty in it too.
Like devouring the feeling of being in love.
Like taking the time to stop, just for a moment, and realize that you're alive and happy, and living, in the way that pleases you most.
... Just so I don't take the small things and the little cracked smiles for granted.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Destroy What You Know And Read These Words
Read these words and decide ... is the life you lead who you are?
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and topes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from it's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Monday, August 23, 2010
The Strange Thing Was ...
The strange thing was ... she thought about this all the time. That no matter where she went, it would change her life forever. By choosing one place above all the others, she would be choosing against fifty or sixty possible lives who's details she could never know, and how was she supposed to decide which unseen life she wanted to live?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
My Favorite Words
My Favorite Words:
promenade
lovely
wonderful
eloquence
plethora
rutabaga
chartreuse
debauchery
ambiance
silly
dew
willow
imagine
create
wilted
poodle
essential
depth
serene
scramble
original
moss
moleskin
vermouth
soundtrack
intimacy
spectacle
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Head For Your Big Prize: FREEDOM
Somebody once told me once before you can never go back home again once you leave. Say anything just to tear me away from the truth of who I am and what I believe. So I thanked him for his two cents with a shake and some sympathy, and I packed up my blue jeans and I headed for the big prize ... of my freedom.
Just wrapped up my vacation. I went to Gathering of the Vibes with my sister, bro in law & this rad dude Stever the Beaver. We raged out, danced more than we stood still, saw some legendary artists, and dressed up as mystical animals/lawn decoractions; i.e. gnomes & unicorns. The best part was, was that the first day we were there, we worked a seventeen hour shift, from 8am until 1am. We were able to meet each and every person rolling into vibes, before they even set up their tents. You meet some incredible characters in a place like this. And by characters, I MEAN characters. I had the time of my life. In fact, these five days changed my life.
Being in a vicinity that held 25,000 people, you're basically in a small town of people. Each person there has the mindset and notion to never judge a person. Period. If you can, imagine what kind of environment that creates. There was absolutely no tension, no hate, no second looks because of what you were wearing, no whispers, nothing you see in the outside world. Total peace and unity. I found myself, by day two, wishing this place existed in real life, three hundred sixty five days a year.
I came home clear headed, unable to even have a thought of judging another person, and thriving off of total peace. Sounds crazy. But the mindset I had here was like nothing I've ever experienced. For the first time, I had nothing, nothing on my mind to worry about, care about, remember. I was there. I existed. And that's all I needed.
So think the next time you're about to judge someone. Be who YOU want to be, not who your friends are being. And if you hear a comment, so what. That just came from someone who's too insecure to be what they really are. It's them who's wasting their being, not you.
Head for your big prize ... FREEDOM.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
My Life [According To Phoenix]
Using only names from one artist, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think.
My Life [According To Phoenix]
Are you a male of female?
Girlfriend
How do you feel?
If I Ever Feel better
Describe where you currently live.
Rally
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Lisztomania
What's your favorite form of transportation?
1901
Your best friend is...?
Too Young
The weather is like...?
On Fire
If your life was a t.v. show, what would it be called?
Consolation Prizes
Favorite time of day?
Funky Squaredance
Your fear?
Definitive Breaks
What's the best advice you can give?
Too Young
Thought for the day?
One Time Too Many
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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