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Saturday, March 31, 2012

Keep Dreaming

If this happened, I might move back a lot sooner...

Friday, March 30, 2012

Thursday, March 22, 2012

One More Note

I didn't want to comment much more on the video, since it's not really what I think about it that matters, rather whatever you take out of it. However, there was one clarification I felt was important to make, which was with regard to the low number of non-white authored books in our video. As a Mexican-American woman, I felt a responsibility to respond to this, and did so in a forum to one commenter's, and thought to share it for anyone else who had the same concern. Thanks!

Hey ----- ,

I just wanted to express that I was also bummed about that being the case. It was one of my concerns towards the end of editing the video.

We aimed to shoot at over 10 locations in one day and were on foot (driving in NY is much more of a joke than that video). The way we shot this was SUPER quickly, in one day (to reconcile everybody’s schedules alone was a challenge), so each of the snippets were takes we had to get right in one go. So, the majority of the books we are holding are arbitrary because of the way in which the video was filmed.

I was literally schlepping a mini laundry cart of books around NYC that day, and my trusty little trolley also contained some Lorca plays, Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, Jorge Luis Borges, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Maya Angelou and Colson Whitehead’s Zone One, to name a few, but unfortunately with how fast we had to capture our shots, not much thought went into diversifying the book selection (I’d basically just hand whomever a book, take the shot, and go).

The editing was also a factor in this final catalogue, where the ratio of author backgrounds ended up being more disproportionate than I would’ve liked since we did shoot other close ups at the bookstore, I remember Khalil Gibran’s The Prophet (our camera guy’s favorite) being one of them. Perhaps, if more people are conscious enough to have the same type of reaction as you have, publishing companies can react accordingly.

Anyway, if it’s of any consolation- in the upward pan of books fading over my face in the breakdown, Jorge Luis Borges’ El Aleph (one of my favorite books ever) is on top of the stack and he is above Vikram Seth’s Equal Music, the guy in front of the basketball courts is reading Salman Rushdie’s Midnight Children and at the very end LaShea reads a book about the tragic Rwandan genocide in 1994 as I close Robert Bolaño’s Savage Detectives, both books that were in our purses at the time.

Respectfully yours,
A Quezada

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

T - H- A - N - K - S

Wawowoaoaoaowow, thanks to everyone who watched the video and gave it such a warm response. Thanks for the not-so-warm responses, too. I didn't imagine something that was so randomly born out of the desire for fun and creative distraction from work could yield such... interesting, for lack of a better word, dialogues.

Alicia Martín's Biografias from this Flavorwire article.

Gracias again,

Polish Momz

Funny iChat I had with my friend at work about her mom watching the B*tches in Bookshops video.


Her mom also called Kanye "Kenny" and concluded with "this is great idea: bottom line, go read a fucking book and don't be stupid". She then rewatched from scratch and said YouTube is so cool.

Monday, March 19, 2012

B*tches in Bookshops

B*tches in Bookshops (Parody of N*ggas in Paris - Click here for the original)

Performed by La Shea Delaney (2nd verse) and Me (1st verse)

Directed, Produced, Written by Moi
Shot and Edited by Eliav Mintz
Song Recorded and Mixed by Stephen Galgano

Read so hard librarians tryin’ ta FINE me­,
They can’t identify me,
Checked in with a pseudonym, so I guess you can say I’m Mark Twaining.
Read so hard, I’m not lazy.
Go on Goodreads, so much rated.
Fountainhead, on my just read, gave it four stars, and then changed it.
Read so hard, I’m literary.
Goosebumps series, TOO SCARY!

Animal Farm, Jane Eyre
Barnes & Nobles, Foursquare it
No TV, I read instead
Got lotsa Bills, but not bread

Read so hard, got paper cuts
On trains while you're playin’ connect the dots
All these blisters from turning pages
Read so hard, I’m seeing spots

Your Sudoku just can’t compare
Nor Angry Birds cos lookit here
My Little Birds is getting stares
This print’s rare.

Read so hard, I memorize, The Illiad... I know lines.
Watch me spit, classic lit, epic poems that don’t rhyme.
War and Peace, piece of cake, read Tolstoy in 3 days.
Straight through, no delays.
Didn’t miss a word. Not one phrase.

Read so hard librarians tryin’ ta fineee me - That shit cray x 3
Read so hard librarians tryin’ ta fineee me – That shit cray x 3

He said Shea can we get married at the Strand
His Friday Reads are bad so he can’t have my hand
You ball so hard, OK you’re bowling
But I read so hard, I’m JK Rowling

That shit cray
Ain’t it, A? What you readin’?
AQ: DeMontaigne.
You use a Kindle? I carry spines.
Supporting bookshops like a bra, Calvin Klein.

Nerdy boy, he’s so slow
Tuesday we started Foucault
He’s still stuck on the intro? He’s a no go.
It’s sad I had to kick him out my house though –
He Mispronounced an author - MARCEL PROUST

Don’t read in the dark
I highlight with markers
While laying in the park
And wearing Warby Parkers
Marriage Plot broke my heart
And it made me read Barthes
I special ordered a
A softcover not hard- HUAH?AHEHA?!

Read so hard libraries tryin’ ta fine me x 2

I am now marking my place
Don’t wanna crease on my page
Don’t let me forget this page
Don’t let me forget this page
I may forget where I left off so I’ll use this little post it…
I hope it doesn’t fall out, I hope that it stays stickie…

I am now marking my place
Don’t wanna crease on my page
Don’t let me forget this page
I got bookmarks at home
But I forgot one for the road
AQ: I got a bookmark I can loan
La Shea: Know how many bookmarks I own?

I am now bookmarking my page x3
DON’T LET ME FORGET THIS PAGE -age-age-age-age-age.

Update: For those of you asking for the mp3, here you are!

Me 2

I'm not one to usually celebrate St. Patrick's Day, but having made some new Irish friends this year- I absolutely couldn't partake in the festivities this year. My Cork buddies and I went to the U2 Nation show at Hiro Ballroom, the most fun I've had with music in a while! It was here that I had the eye opening revelation that cover band shows are better than real mega-band concerts!

Cover bands work because the band is not very different from you. They are fans and know what you want to hear. They repeat the hooks at just the right time because they know what you want to hear! They don't have to worry about reinventing themselves, choosing a precise set list according to their latest album because they have sales to worry about- no! They just play all of the hits, and encourage the sing-a-long because face it- they're karaokeing just as much as you are. And the common interest is heightened because the people that are there truly want to be there! They have just paid to watch someone pretend to be the thing they really like, so you know you're going to be with a passionate audience.

Fake Edge really held his own. I was so impressed. Fake Bono wasn't so bad either, and he was quite hilarious. He's been pretending to be Bono for so long that he himself has a bit of a diva syndrome. It's fascinating actually because the guy has a fabulous voice and nails the impersonation... I wonder though, what does it take, mentally, to become fake Bono? It's more than just purple Ray Bans and a leather jacket. I'm dying to investigate.

I realized the brilliance of "Where the Streets Have No Name", U2 Nation nailed the ambiance and recreated each moment precisely. From older favorites like "Sunday Bloody Sunday" and "With Or Without You" to newer hits like "Beautiful Day" and "Mysterious Ways" to obscure ones like "Party Girl", they took the U2 experience to a place of elevation... I even found myself liking that song! Who woulda thunk it!?!?!?! I was very upset they didn't play Ultra Violet, as I was in it for the full cheese experience. Having practiced at home all day for the show while doing my laundry, I found myself really into the pop goodness of that song, so when I didn't hear it I immediately expressed concern (AKA shouted "You guys, why aren't you playing Ultra Violet?" or "Still no Ultra Violet, c'mon!!!!"). Fake Adam Clayton, thankfully, explained they had a new guitarist and so they hadn't yet covered the Ultra Violet terrain. I was so pleased to know that and then decided the show was near perfection except for one thing - Hiro Ballroom didn't have Guinness.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Taking Notes As I Glimpse Berfrois

Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly. – Leo Tolstoy

Wonderful article on The Alchemical Roots of the Financial Revolution

If we will disbelieve every thing, because we cannot certainly know all things;
we shall do much what as wisely as he who would not use his Legs,
but sit still and perish, because he had no Wings to fly. - John Locke

The above article by Carl Wennerlind reminded me of one of my favorite classes in college. I remember reading Lavoisier's Elements of Chemistry in it, which I very much enjoyed- but not more than one of my top ten favorite books ever Martin Rudwick's Georges Cuvier, Fossil Bones, and Geological Catastrophe (New Translations and Interpretations of the Primary Texts), which was also thanks to Mr. Norton Wise's course on the History of Science. Cop that! Cop that!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012




Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Cut It Out!

Today I made a Matisse inspired cut out... thing with my favorite 4 year old.

I read a book about Matisse to him beforehand, in which I found this extremely inspirational image!

Marco... Yolo!

This took my heart by surprise on the train just now, on my way home from work. Italo Calvino writes:
Marco Polo describes a bridge, stone by stone.
"But which is the stone that supports the bridge?" Kublai Khan asks.
"The bridge is not supported by one stone or another," Marco answers, "but by the arch that they form."
Kublai Khan remains silent, reflecting. Then he adds: "Why do you speak to me of the stones? It is only the arch that matters to me."
Polo answers: "Without stones there is no arch."
(Invisible Cities, 82)

Now as schmaltzy as that little conversation may be, it was a felicitous passage, as I've been struggling with the notion of teamwork lately. Finding myself irritated by having to depend on others, constantly, and impatient when things don't go as I wish them to go, which in turn fosters a more unpleasant environment and so the cycle continues...

Such negativity, ricocheting in all directions, is an idea I thought about a lot this weekend. It all started after seeing the darling Nina Menkes' film The Bloody Child- I had the theme of violence spiraling out of control in the back of my head (hehe the tagline is something along the lines of "an examination of murder- as seen from the back of the mind"), but I was thinking of it in a less mundane way, on a grander scale, particular because of this sensationalized explosion known as Kony 2012 blew up and the past weekend's tragic shooting rampage in Afghanistan.

The Calvino passage serves as an opportune reminder that sometimes smaller scale resentment, or  constantly negative attitudes, are all that's necessary to blow up into grander tragedies.  While relying on others may not come too easy these days, I can't let it become contagion. Perhaps it isn't that there has been an abundance of disappointments, maybe it's just a case of an unhealthy rhythm gone wild...

Monday, March 12, 2012


I'm effing it up for The Democratic Five Girls' Brooklyn-Based Book and Garden Club.
I just can't finish this book. He's like the Latin Hemingway meets Miller. No me gusta...

All Plaid Everything

Where can I get a plaid bodysuit like Melissa Leo's in The Fighter?

P.S. She's got a tuchus on her... Butt pads? Spanx? Whatever it is, it's working!

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Snacks on Snacks, Snacks on Snacks on Snacks on Snacks

How going for a "beer" quickly turns into oyster fest (those Cotuit oysters were a real treat), blood orange margarita (reposado tequila,
blood orange, chipotle syrup, lime, agave), burrata with roasted tomato and herb, beer battered string bean time.


Friday, March 2, 2012

Back in the Habit!

I call this one "Habits with habits".

In case you haven't noticed, I'm back to blogging- in full effect! As an added bonus, you can now track the most work heavy parts of my life by the months on the Archive List that have less than ten blog posts. Clearly, January-February qualified as such. Post-production was more intense than I had anticipated, but I have a bit more free time now. Not complete luxury... But some more time to blog, to munch, to create...

.... to buy lacey things...


... to pretend I'm Jay-Z....


... to think about the past...


.... to build my Mona Lisa Vito wardrobe collection....


... to catch up on my reading...


... and maybe after all that, to sleep!


Just rewatched Senna. This one's a keeper, gonna hafta shell out the twenty something dollars for this DVD. Meu coração brinca...


There is a great desire of improving, getting better, that makes me happy. Every time I feel that I am slowing down, my learning curve is getting flatter of whatever, it doesn't make me very happy. And that applies not only as a profession, as a racing driver, but also as a man. Of course, I shall have a lot more to learn as a man than as a racing driver because my career could last not that many years. My life hopefully can go still for a long time... There is a lot to go, a lot to learn, a lot to do still in life. And happiness will come when I feel complete as a whole, which definitely I don't feel today, but I have plenty of time to fulfill that.
-Ayrton Senna





Thursday, March 1, 2012

A. Sears on Clothes Hoarding

March 1, 2012:

It's an undeniable fact Uniqlo flannels have a definitive shelf life, and it's clear when it's time to hang them on a fence for the taking. But recognizing when and whether to relinquish an item of clothing that at one point was truly indispensable--requiring substantive thought, commitment, and care to purchase, and serving you brilliantly every day--or whether to tuck it into the privacy and warmth of your closet until its vibrancy is made manifest once again in your life knowing it may very well never be again...this is an agonizing process, and full of the daunting possibility of irrevocable regret.
- Alexandra Sears

What I'd Do Pho A Bowl of Soup Right Now

Two of my favorites boys are indulging in pho and ramen respectively at the moment. My stomach craves the warm comfort of a rich broth NOW.

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