Stripped Down

Sound sexy? It isn’t. It’s technological.
I slapped up a new layout on my site because… hmm… I was bored? Spring Fever? Tired of looking at a pink splotched notebook? Feeling creative? Hell, I don’t know. I stumbled upon a graphic I liked, so I went with it. Whatever. It is decluttered, minimalized. Coding was a nice change of pace from reading and sleeping.
I know there a few css matters (not my strong suit) that need tweaking, but I’m done fiddling with it for the time being today. Maybe I will come back to it tomorrow. At the moment, the design looks better in Chrome, Firefox and Rockmelt than it does in Internet Explorer and Opera. Those have rendering issues. So, uh, sorry… I guess?
The truth is, my online time has been hijacked by La Femme Nikita. Since I own all 5 seasons and there’s nothing on tv that interests me lately, I decided to do an LFN marathon. Good news for you though- I’m half way through Season 4 now. So, you might get me back on cam soon… unless Mad Men becomes available on Netflix streaming ;)

So, About The Elegance Part…

Something you might now know (or expect) about me- I like classical music. As a child, I was into the typical works from Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Vivaldi and Strauss. In high school, I took a Humanities course… quite possibly one of my favourite classes throughout my entire education… in which we had to listen to a piece of music and identify the composer, title and year of it. I was exceptionally good at it; having played clarinet in band, I was familiar with a lot of them already.
That was also about when I discovered my more definite preferences regarding classical music. I was drawn to minor keys, requiems and fugues. I was a sucker for bassoon, oboe, clarinet and harpsichord (but not piano, no, no!). I found I did not particularly care for the works that emphasized strings and brass instrumentation. I was ambivalent about flute and timpani. I even had a favourite song: Camille Saint-Saens’s Carnival Of The Animals and a least favourite: Edvard Grieg’s Hall Of The Mountain King. Eventually, I developed a wee appreciation for Opera too, though I am much more picky about that. (I.E. I adore Mario Lanza and I like the compositions of Wagner, Puccini and Verdi a bit. Otherwise? Not so much.)

In that same Humanities course, we studied Art in a similar manner. We were shown a piece and had to identify the Artist, Title, Style and Year. I did fairly well with that too, although I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it stemmed from watching a lot of PBS even back then?
In terms of developing a personal taste, it was easier for me to decide which artists and styles did not appeal to me than it was for me to pinpoint those that did. As you might imagine, religious works instantly repelled me and I was attracted to things with a dark theme. Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden Of Earthly Delights could keep me occupied for a long time. ;)

I still enjoy the Fine Arts right long side their Lowbrow counterparts. On Spring-like evenings, such as tonight, I’ll open the windows to let the fresh breeze in, put on some concertos (those are the real old “oldies,” ha!) have a glass of wine and do something that allows me to be creative. Salut!

Vanity UNfair

You haven’t seen/heard from me here in a while because, well, I’m struggling. Again.

I often wrestle with the vanity aspect of this site. Sometimes I can’t believe anyone would be interested in anything I have to say; other times I can totally relate to such a fascination because of the personal blogs that I enjoy too. Striking the balance between documenting and sharing my life versus marketing and advertising it has always been a precarious balancing act for me.

There’s also the matter of my personal life and deciding how much of it I want/need, to “protect” (for lack of a more apropos word). When things are good, it seems easy, yet < insert negative adjective here > to gloss over them. When things are bad, it is cathartic, yet excessively emo to spill it here.

I also have that sense of living life in a bubble. Meaning, I assume (in part because I’ve been doing this for so many years) that everyone already knows what’s going on in my life or what I’ve been doing lately and the redundancy of posting about it here irks me ever so slightly… like when I see the same info posted on someone’s blog, twitter, Facebook and in forums. I sometimes feel it’s too much; other times I feel it’s necessary because the web is such an infinite place.

Of course, all of this is just another indicator of one of my major flaws- I overanalyze. I would never have thought it possible to think too much; I believe that pop culture is numbed and dumbed. TMZ, Starbucks, McDonalds, The Bachelor… they all leave a sour taste in my mouth, but I still consume them. Why do I/should I feel such guilt for it? As different from everybody else as I am, I’m also still the same. Why? Intriguing parallel, really… to me, anyway.

Point being, I still have a lot to learn about integrating the writing I do for myself and the writing I do for the world at large. Or, maybe I am just restless and coming down with a case of Spring Fever?

[NEW] Beauty Blog!

I had a dormant blogger account, so I’ve decided to start using it as beauty blog. That way folks who don’t want to accidentally open something NSFW won’t have to worry as much and so that those who like T&A don’t have to scroll through a bunch of crap that doesn’t interest them. (LOL!)
If you’d like to follow/subscribe, it is: http://tousledelegance.blogspot.com/. There’s not much there at the moment, but I am adding backdated entries as time permits. It is possible I might also do some You Tube tutorials in the future, but not probable, given the cliquey makeup community vibe there.

MAC Custom Eyeshadow Quads

Fellow makeup addicts often ask me why I don’t go for 15 pan palettes. Since I transport my cosmetics daily, usually not applying any until I get to the office (because the bus puts me there early anyway), I prefer the portability of the smaller 4 pan quads. I also like being able to sleep in a bit longer than I could if I did a full face application at home in the morning, heh. Below is how I organized my quads. Basically, it is by frequency of use and/or common colour combos. I just slip whichever eyeshadows I want for the day into my purse and go.

Primary:
Gesso (matte white), Carbon (matte black), Phloof (frosty off-white), Black Tied (black w/ silver glitter)

Secondary:
Fig 1 (eggplant purple), Cranberry (frosty red-plum), Parfait Amour (frosty violet-blue), Vibrant Grape (bright magenta/purple)

Tertiary:
Humid (frosty forest green), Wondergrass (kelly green w/ sparkle), Deep Truth (frosty navy blue), Electric Eel (bright blue w/ shimmer)

Neutrals:
Embark (matte reddish-brown, Espresso (matte golden-brown), Bronze (bronze), Era (soft golden-beige)

Small collection, by some standards… however, I’m not the type to brush on 5 or 6 different colours at a time. Because I have small/hooded/almost asian eyes, they kind of limit what I do… much of it wouldn’t be seen once I open my eyes and there’s more risk of smudging/smearing/transfering my creation. I typically do 3 shades- lid, crease, highlight and I tend to do the same cat/panda shape and a faux cut crease with this group of eyeshadows, switching up the combinations. I am fairly skilled and I’m not afraid to try something new, but this works for me, so I usually stick with it. :)

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Review: Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite from TheirToys.com

TheirToys.com graciously offered to send me some toys to evaluate. This is my first in what I hope will be a series of honest, straightforward product reviews.

So, the adorable Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite… Although, as a camgirl, I love small toys because they enable my viewers to see what’s going on “down there” a lot better than the average toy, I approached this vibe with skepticism. Truthfully, I’ve become bit wary of mini vibrators , after purchasing quite a few duds. While the prospect of discrete portability seems like a great reason to buy, they are often lacking enough power for an orgasm. Not so with the Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite! While the single required AA battery might lead you to think this toy doesn’t have much juice, that’s not the case. The power of the vibration is actually very good.

Another concern I have when purchasing toys is scent. That may sound unusual since they aren’t going anywhere near my nose, there’s nothing more off-putting than a chemical-ly or plastic-y smell of a product. It certainly doesn’t make you feel comfortable with letting it get anywhere near your naughty bits. Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite scores points in this area too! It came as close to being unscented as possible.

This particular vibe isn’t completely without fault though. There were no assembly instructions, but I didn’t think I’d need them. It seemed pretty self-explanatory. However, I had some problems putting it together and getting it to turn on. I overlooked the small text printed on the toy itself that has an arrow indicating where to snap it together and which direction to turn it on/off. Those marking are also important in aligning the internal contacts properly. A brief blurb on the package or small slip regarding assembly would be helpful, but it’s not a deal-break by any means.

There are also some issues with the attachments. They slip over the top, but there’s no threading/treading to hold them on. I couldn’t get any of them to stay in place for me to enjoy them. Luckily, the three nubs that are already on the vibrator provide terrific sensations on their own. They encompass the clitoris just right- well enough that I didn’t particularly need or want any of the attachments at all.

To summarize, the pros and cons of the Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite from TheirToys.com are as follows…

Pros:
+ company packaged discretely, shipped promptly
+ no scent
+ one AA battery needed
+ cute; pretty color
+ powerful
+ portability
+ nubs rubs just right
+ price

Cons:
- attachments did not enhance product
- attachments loose
- hard to put together (text on unit not noticeable, package lacked instrux)

The bottom line: This is a cute, portable and reasonably priced vibe with good power.
Rating: B-

Recipe: Greek Style Green Beans

Look at me, posting a recipe like I can actually cook or something…! ;)
Ok, I admit it, this is my mom’s concoction, not solely my own. I make it when I am craving Grecian cuisine, but can’t afford to go out for a meal. These are more authentic than those I’ve had in restaurants anyway, so there!!! :P

Ingredients:
1 can green beans
1 small can of tomato paste
[approximately] 1/2 cup water
2 tbsp olive oil
oregano (to taste)
garlic (to taste)
1 cinnamon stick

Directions:
In a bowl, mix your “sauce” of tomato paste, oregano, garlic and olive oil. Stir. Add some of the water to create a more “spreadable” consistency. Mix well. Taste. Adjust as needed. Stir until desired texture is reached. Put the rest of the water into a saucepan. Drain green beans and place them into saucepan. Poke cinnamon stick down into the middle. Cover beans evenly with “sauce.” Simmer for 1 hour, stirring occasionally. Find & remove cinnamon stick before serving.

Notes: Don’t be afraid to taste and adjust as you go. For example, I find a need a lot more oregano than what looks reasonable to the eye. If you feel the mixture is too acidic for your palate, you can tone it down with 1 tsp of sugar. You can substitute fresh beans for canned (but you will need more cooking time). You can add tomatoes if you like (but use less water if you do, because they will release quite a bit of moisture). You could add allspice too for a little extra exotic flavour (though if you do, I’d suggest no more than 1/4 tsp). Some folks even toss in some pine nuts for uber authenticity. These green beans are rich and go very well with a chicken or lamb entrée, but are also quite good on their own.

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Gee-bee-vee!

Like most people, I didn’t know what to expect with the “classic lineup,” but I love the live vibe, I love the songs and I love Bob, so I plunked down about $85.00 for a couple of tickets. < insert the part where I rant about the monopoly that calls itself Ticketmaster and their arbitrary/vague fees here… wtf >

I really dig Bloomington; it is like a larger Broad Ripple (the artsy/nightclub district where my apartment is located) and The Bluebird is an awesome place for shows. You can see well from just about anywhere, you might be able to sit down, the soundman is on-point and the venue is non-smoking. However, even though we walked around the square a while and stopped for dinner at The Trojan Horse so as to deliberately be late to the bar and miss all the standing around waiting, it still took a looooong time for the first band to start and I was getting antsy. The opener was from Raleigh, NC and I can’t remember their name. I liked them; they reminded me of a more rock-n-roll Of Montreal with a touch of Rhett Miller. For me personally, I think maybe something heavier would have held my attention a bit longer, because after four or five lengthy tunes, I found myself a teeny bit bored by the song structure and the keyboards. I must admit, I wouldn’t have wanted to be in their shoes for the simple fact that it is hard to face a crowd that is anxiously awaiting a legendary band like Guided By Voices. It would be impossible not to feel that sense of “hurry up and get it over with” even when you do rock out and I can’t imagine that energy not affecting the performance somehow. They knew. They understood. They still played a decent set.

After a kooky introductory recording on foreign language and psychedelia played, Robert Pollard, Tobin Sprout, Greg Demos, Mitch Mitchell and Kevin Fennell took the stage. At Bob’s very first twirl of the mic, I had an epiphany: this is what Beatle-mania must have been like. I never understood screaming and crying audiences before that moment. I felt myself tearing up. I had missed this so much. I needed it so much. There’s nothing quite like the connection you feel at a GBV show. The whole place comes alive with everyone singing along at top volume and old, friendly faces from shows gone by smile back at you. There isn’t a drop of elitism to be had.

As a memento of the evening, I bought t-shirt reminiscent of the Coke Classic logo from a cute girl. The setlist had the standards you’d expect, the Tobin songs you’d anticipate and a few rarities- something for everyone. There were two encores and then their pizza arrived, heh, otherwise I think there would have been a third. The band definitely got drunk, but it was a different kind of drunk. It appeared they drank less beer than usual, but a lot of tequila, oddly enough. It wasn’t like one of their whiskey drunk gigs [such as the time Nate had to be carried off]. That isn’t a complaint at all, just an observation.
I do wonder if there is still a little friction between some of the members though. Nothing specifically indicated there was, but I really believed (or maybe just wanted to believe) I would see something that would make it blatantly obvious that there ISN’T. Again, my meaning is tough to put into words. These are just random feelings and abstract impressions I had at the time. It didn’t have any impact of the good time that was clearly had by all- band and fans alike.

Highlights included: The usual camaraderie with the fans took place- borrowing cigarettes/lighters, passing a bottle booze, high-fiving and Uncle Bob chatting it up with the Kids. The Club Is Open sign is on tour with them. Greg was wearing his traditional outfit- the ruffled shirt, vest and striped pants. There was a split second where you could actually see Bob consider doing something crazy on the crossbeams above the stage and just as quickly realized it would be a bad idea whilst inebriated. Bob’s haranguing of Bruce Springsteen was also amusing, “Fuck The Boss; if he’s the boss I quit!” A very intoxicated Mitch propositioned the ladies in the crowd, saying he likes to eat pussy/is a dirty old man. (LOL, he’s a good looking guy. If I were single… mmm…)
I absolutely enjoyed myself. I don’t think there could possibly be such a thing as a bad show from any version of Guided By Voices. They have a library of clever songs that could last all night and an engaging presence that would keep people listening all night. I hope with all my heart that this isn’t the very last tour ever. Can’t. get. enough. <3

Unusual Hair Days [Edit]

[Edit] Wednesday 10/27:

Normally, I pay someone to wash and style my hair twice a week. (I know, I know. Shut up. Heh.)
I do this for a few reasons…
- It saves me a lot of time. My stylist can wash, blow dry and flat iron my hair less than an hour. It takes me literally 2 ½ to 3 hours .(Hey, it’s hard to reach the back of my own long hair, ya know! *g*) When I get home from the salon, I still have time to do other things before bed and my makeup is still in tact for the remainder of the evening since my face doesn’t get wet at the salon.
- I have developed some kind of weird phobia about the hair I shed when I wash it in the shower. I don’t know how or when it began, but having strands of my hair stuck to my body makes me want to claw at my skin. I’ve freaked out and scratched myself so much that I’ve drawn blood. That’s fucked up! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but obviously it’s not good, so I try to avoid the situation whenever possible.
- I can try all sorts of new products at the salon without wasting my money buying something I end up hating. (Also, her hair appliances are still better than even my Chi, which I could barely afford :P)

This week, my schedule imploded and I found myself with other commitments all but one evening late in the week- Wednesday. I tried to wait to wash my hair until then, but on Monday, with two days still left to go til my salon visit, it was already a greasy, stringy mess. I thought it might be a good time to try Tresemme’s new waterless foam shampoo. I’ve used spray dry shampoos and even corn starch powder before to get my through a couple of days until I could make it to the salon. They were ok- no amazing, but ok.
Well, the foam positively sucked!!!! Sure, it made my hair smell clean, but it did absolutely nothing to the oil except spread it out more. It became so tangled and rough that I couldn’t get a comb through it. It looked worse than before I applied it. I wish I’d just left it alone and worn a headband. I had to pull it into a low ponytail and fasten barrettes in several places the next day because I couldn’t brush it into any other style and leaving it loose made it look “chunky.” Every stroke made it look even dirtier. Ew. Ew. Ew. Do not like!

The very next day, Tuesday, I marched into the drugstore for a clarifying shampoo. I didn’t care what it was. I just wanted all the gunk out of my hair immediately. The selection blew. It seemed like hardly anyone makes a clarifying shampoo these days. There were 2 brands. I got V05. Whatever. My stylist would fix it a day or so. Before I got in the shower, I put on an old tshirt and shorts in hopes that would prevent me from spazzing out. I also sectioned my hair off in clips, figuring that if I washed one part at a time would help prevent it from becoming so matted. I remembered I am doing color at the salon next time, so I could not condition it or put in products in it afterwards. If I don’t blow dry and flat iron, my hair gets huge and has thick spiral curls that separate and look like they’ve been chewed on by a wild animal. I was sure it was going to look terrible without using heat, but at least it wouldn’t feel so gross.
I wet the first section, gently pulled the shampoo through with a wide toothed comb and was surprised at how smooth it was. Hmm. I rinsed that piece and it still felt pretty good. Cool. I did the other sections the same way and they were all as easy as the first. Ok, I figured it would puff up like crazy once I got out of the shower. It didn’t. Weird. I decided it would be a bad idea to try to blow dry it without any product in it at all if I was concerned about looking like Krusty The Clown, so I let it air dry. It was incredibly hard to sit still and not touch it, but I knew that the more I let it flounce around or the more I handled it, the bigger it would get. It dried quickly. I don’ know if that was due to the weather or what. I braved the mirror and saw it looked wavy but silky. Holy crap. The L’anza Reconstructor I have been using for a couple of months was working; I could really see the results! I didn’t need to flat iron it in order to tame it. I went to bed it as is and even left it down. (I usually pin up back so it doesn’t get ratty while I sleep.) In the morning, my side layers were a little too kinky for me to tolerate, so I did quickly run the flat iron through them, but the rest looked and felt nice. Bizarre. I have a feeling this was a one-off occurrence, but still awesome. Maybe I won’t look and feel like crap every time I have an at home hair emergency! I am pondering clarifying my hair every two weeks to see if it behaves this well.
I did so-so with the flipping out over shedding hair. I didn’t itch, but I cried a little bit. I think that was more from being stressed over the situation though… and because the heavy wet clothes annoyed me and reminded me of my plight. Tonight I am going to the salon with my locks in ideal condition for colouring. I will sit under the hood dryer with Special Effects Hot Lava semi-permanent dye on my head. My roots are fine, so I don’t need to lift them yet. My ends are still ok, but I know that they will start fading soon, way before I need to touch up the rest. This will be an experiment to see if I can refresh my copper colour and get a little more longevity out of red than 6 weeks. Hot Lava is a bold red-orange, so it might amp up the orange tones in my hair, which would be terrific!

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[Edit] Thursday 10/28:

I don’t care for Hot Lava. I wanted more of an orange-red and this shade seems to have a bit too much blue undertone for my liking. It is almost burgundy! Grrr! I was afraid Hi-Octane Orange would have been too neon for me to get away with at work though. Still, I can’t complain too much. My hair is very shiny and soft and the colour grabbed well and covered completely. I may like the tint better as it fades.
I tried a new shampoo and conditioner after colouring. It is Tigi Bedhead Resurrection. Although they smell fantastic and the packing is adorable, I’ve never been that into their products. I wanted them to work for me, really, I did, but they just didn’t.
My stylist had similar thoughts about the line. Nonetheless, when this new shampoo and condition for severely damaged hair came out and it was on sale at the beauty supply, she decided to give it a chance. I wasn’t that optimistic about it until I saw and felt what Resurrection did to her hair. So, when she wanted to try it on mine, I said, “sure, why not. Let’s see what happens.”
True to form, it had a fan-fucking-tastic scent, which reminded me of watermelon, papaya and banana. It smelled good enough to eat and I was tempted to have a taste, haha! I noticed Jackie’s hands were gliding right through my hair without any snags along the way. Usually, when it is that easy, it is an indication that it will leave my hair oily. As she blow dried, it was just as smooth; I touched the hair and fund it felt almost “waxy,” but not greasy. It seemed to be coating my problem areas, which could be good or bad, depending on whether it left build-up or seemed dirty after a day or two.

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[Edit] Monday 11/1:

The Special Effects color looks a little bit better after another wash, but it isn’t the orange-red I wanted yet… maybe after two or three more washes and it will be lighter. I’m still not sure why it grabbed the deeper tints in my hair and emphasized them; it’s doubly confusing because it stained my skin an obvious orange and the bubbles from rinsing were bright orange (not reddish at all). When it is time to re-color my roots, I’ll have to take into account what is already on the rest. I want to go lighter, so I think I should choose a shade even lighter than I normally would in order to compensate and we’ll see how it lifts. I’m guessing the best choice might be Matrix So Color 8RC or maybe 8CC and an additional copper kicker. Due to damage, I don’t want to bleach or use a color remover, but I’m going to be sad if I can’t get back to coppery goodness.
As for the Tigi Ressurrection shampoo/conditioner, it almost made my hair too soft. That’s something I never thought I’d say! :) For five days, it has been very manageable, required very little styling in the mornings and it is extremely shiny. Also, I swear I can still smell the yummy scent of it, which is practically unheard of after more than a few hours. I am going to use it a few more times before I decide to actually switch to it regularly, just to see what impact it has on color fading. This is promising though- and surprising! Very cool!

DO Fence Me In!

I know it’s not so uncommon to encounter people that are claustrophobic (anxious in small spaces). I, however, in my true-to-weird-form, am the opposite- I am more nervous in open spaces. In restaurants, I feel compelled to sit with my back to the nearest wall and am very uncomfortable when I don’t/can’t. When I was a little girl, I took everything out of my closet, put my mattress inside it and slept there. Admittedly, it was more out of preferring to sleep in pitch dark and because I desperately wanted an Asian themed room with shoji style sliding screens (ha!), than out of fear. Still, it was a strange thing to do and several people commented that they didn’t think they’d feel comfortable in such an enclosed area.
I guess I just don’t feel trapped like a lot of people might. For a long time I also covered my head when I slept. There were three reasons in particular behind that…
- It kept me warmer when the furnace was turned down low to save money. (Makes sense to me- the most heat is lost through the head.)
- My brother would often tap on my window wanting to be let in when he got locked out or his fiends would do it wanting to know if he was home. (His window was on the 2nd floor; mine was on the ground floor.) My curtains where gauzy thin and I figured if it looked like no one was in the room maybe they wouldn’t bother me.
- I sometimes saw what I believed to be an approaching apparition of my uncle who hung himself; I rationalized that if I didn’t pay attention it might go away.

I suppose one of the exceptions to my quirk would be crowds. Hate `em! Although… I think it might be their vastness rather than nearness that bothers me. (But I definitely dislike the strangers-brushing-against-me part! Ugh!) Anything could happen in that environment and there isn’t time to plan or think things through before taking action. In my way of thinking, there are fewer things that could go wrong in confinement and I’d have more time to come up with decent solutions. That makes me feel more in control, whereas other people may feel more helpless with fewer options for escape.

Oddly enough, I don’t have anxiety in wide open nature settings though (i.e. parks, forests, etc). My worry there isn’t what might be lurking, but rather getting lost. (I have a very poor sense of direction and need clearly defined landmarks to find my way around.) Fortunately, it isn’t an overwhelming fear at all. In fact, I rarely consider it… until it happens… erm… :x

Maybe I my touch of pseudo agoraphobia, if you’d even call it that, is why I prefer small living spaces, like my studio apartment. Sprawling estates seem to me to be blanketed in sadness rather than posh and attractive. Good thing, I suppose, because I don’t foresee a life of luxury in my future! :P