May 2010
6 posts
WatchAll the Single Babies…
Put your hands up… or maybe you won’t want to applaud this incredibly risque video of a young competitive dance team shakin’ their way to the top. Good taste and an age appropriate routine do not seem to be the intentions of the choreographer, production studio, or the parents of these PRE-tween little gals.
It's A Plath Kind of A Day
Daddy by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean...
Photography for my roomies...
My roommates asked me to capture their sorority’s Sisterhood Scholarship Dinner.
April 2010
5 posts
New Fave Site →
Crossing The Water -Sylvia Plath
Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must cover Canada.
A little light is filtering from the water flowers. Their leaves do not wish us to hurry: They are round and flat and full of dark advice.
Cold worlds shake from the oar. The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes. A snag is lifting a valedictory,...
Green Media: Lunch Project
Sophia and I set out to use one ingredient from the USF garden to prepare for a class luch. We harvested beets and made chocolate-beet cake. Flickr Set
March 2010
4 posts
"70 Million"
70 Million by Hold Your Horses ! from L’Ogre on Vimeo.
Recreation of famous paintings, with some steez.
Watch & Smile
Farmer's Market to Table
Assignment for Green Media: go to a farmer’s market, buy fresh produce, and cook something that I’ve never made before. I went to the “Heart of the City” bi-weekly market at the Civic Center to buy some chard. Since I had never used chard as an ingredient, I decided to go simple and dice and saute the chard with onions, garlic, salt, black and red pepper, and pine nuts. (My...
February 2010
5 posts
2 tags
Soph's Loaf of Chocolate Banana Bread
Recipe for “bake a loaf of bread” assignment in Green Media: a step-by-step guide complete with pictures and a video.
by Kate Greenspan & Sophia Lorenzi
Ingredients:
1 cup white sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup chocolate chips
2 medium bananas, sliced
1/2 cup...
My Reviews- Arts Reporting And Reviewing
WILDCARD REVIEWS
HE & HER (TRAVIS HAYES-BUSSE & FRIENDS)
CRITIC
ROSSITER T. DRAKE
POETRY REVIEW
16TH & MISSION
MUSIC REVIEW
KOALACAUST
To hear some of Koalacaust’s muisc, visit their MySpace
PLAY REVIEW
LEARN TO BE LATINA
To me, a good theater experience makes you forget that you are watching a written play, acted out on a stage by a cast of...
Following the Reviews
First movie critic that I’ll follow for my Arts Reporting & Reviewing class:
Rossiter Drake: SF Examiner & 7x7
Films:
Alice In Wonderland
Shutter Island
District 13
Up In the Air
Green Media →
I’m enrolled in a Special Topics class at USF called Green Media. Last Friday, the class took a field trip to a community garden in the Sunset District. I took some pictures and put them on my Flickr…
December 2009
7 posts
The Bight - Elizabeth Bishop
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches. Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, the water in the bight doesn’t wet anything, the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible. One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire one could probably hear it turning to marimba music....
Lullaby -W. H. Auden
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave...
Sad Steps -Philip Larkin
Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness. Four o'clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky. There's something laughable about this, The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart (Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below) High and preposterous and...
