tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66235755722035843442024-03-13T03:23:34.143-07:00All The OrdinaryAngela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-53075191706504284522010-09-13T09:41:00.001-07:002010-09-13T09:59:47.462-07:00Music Monday: Mumford & Sons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.citylife.co.uk/img/17457/35305_mumford__sons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://www.citylife.co.uk/img/17457/35305_mumford__sons.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.citylife.co.uk/music/news/14496_mumford___sons___early_contenders_for_mercury_">Image</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, <a href="http://www.mumfordandsons.com/">Mumford & Sons</a> you complete me, at least lately you do. I have been forcing a bit of a transitional period in my life, actually a bit is an understatement, I'm going for a full overhaul of everything. It might have a little to do with my quarter century birthday looming closer everyday but it also has a lot to do the fact that change is good and I'm ready for it—even if I have to force it. So, Mumford & Son's song The Cave has been my theme song for getting things done and making change real. Corny, huh?</span></span><br />
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Things I have learned from Leah:<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have frozen yogurt nearly every Wednesday evening, it's my midweek treat to myself (sometimes I refer to it as my "date night" since it's the most consistent date I've had in nearly two years). I think it's nice to have something to look forward to every week and the more I buy the closer I am to getting a free cup. That yummy marketing scheme gets me every time!</span></span>Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-179069111513691222010-08-11T06:49:00.000-07:002010-08-11T06:49:00.044-07:00Flash MobsI'm obsessed with the idea of flash mobs. To organize one would be my ultimate <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guerrilla_marketing">Guerrilla PR/Marketing</a> fantasy come true. Unfortunately, that opportunity has not come up yet. Although, I am certain it will—to participate in and plan a flash mob is on my list of career "to dos", strange? But until that day arrives I will have to live vicariously through other people's fun guerrilla campaigns. Below are two of my favorites:<br />
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<b>H&M Kids Fashion Flash Mob</b>. This was executed beautifully. H&M happens to be just around the corner from Union Square in San Francisco making it the perfect location for a flash mob that garners lots of tourists and shoppers during the day. Who doesn't love kids dancing their little hearts out in trendy affordable clothes?<br />
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It seems kind of silly, but I completely agree. A smile is the difference between a stranger and a new friend or a good day and a bad day. So, I'm going to smile at at least one random person today. It may not bring me a new friend or turn around that persons entire day but the simple act of smiling does make me feel happier. You should try it, you might be surprised.Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-54276391395772759652010-08-09T06:27:00.000-07:002010-08-09T06:27:00.648-07:00Music Monday: Electric<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2607563/metronomy_large.jpg?1276668007" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2607563/metronomy_large.jpg?1276668007" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Today I am grateful for the kindness of strangers.<br />
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On my morning commute to work I found myself doing what I do nearly every morning: listening to KROQ while driving with my windows down because in the summer months I consider an air dry commute to be the perfect solution for not blow drying my hair. <br />
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While stopped at a red light, I must have been laughing at something said during the Kevin and Bean Morning Show because all of sudden I heard someone yelling "Hey!". I looked to my right and there was a little old man in a pickup truck perfectly in line with my passenger window, I realized he was yelling at me and instantly thought I was going to get yelled at about my driving. But instead he said "Hey, you're happy aren't you?" I was confused since I had expected to get snapped at so I replied "Well, I guess so... yes, I'm happy". Then he smiled, laughed and said "You have the nicest smile so I hope you're happy".<br />
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Whenever I listen to <a href="http://www.masonjennings.com/">Mason Jennings</a> I feel like a changed person. Not because his music is so powerful that it has caused me to become a different person but because I remember who I was when I first fell in love with his music and the difference between that version of myself to who I am today is infinitely different. I love that music can hold so many memories, his album Bone Clouds has become a time capsule of sound for me. If I ever choose to revisit myself I can always listen to Mason Jennings. In fact, his song Which Way Your Heart Will Go embodies that feeling. You never know where your heart will lead you and how much change (for better or worse) can come from it.<br />
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{One amazing afternoon in <a href="http://www.nps.gov/seki/">Sequoia National Park</a>}Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-33247899520811288322010-07-27T06:35:00.000-07:002010-07-27T06:35:00.814-07:00Gratitude Tuesday: Bean<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7iEGlW7eqYJPhusjnE130F5PsOhHo2ZmjkmEfy6XiBDld3mpAL3tVPIrXh86mgfU59IrTSg25mcd3pOKp8ayGDjhDhn6MT-8jb8kvIcPvhr-y4Bk_o7gqlFqMu4psg1jPEhe8Zv4j_Bv/s1600/6-8-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7iEGlW7eqYJPhusjnE130F5PsOhHo2ZmjkmEfy6XiBDld3mpAL3tVPIrXh86mgfU59IrTSg25mcd3pOKp8ayGDjhDhn6MT-8jb8kvIcPvhr-y4Bk_o7gqlFqMu4psg1jPEhe8Zv4j_Bv/s400/6-8-09.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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I'm so grateful for the unconditional love of dogs, specifically my little mutt mix. She's always happy to see me, a good listener, always willing to take walks & cuddle, makes me smile everyday and never complains. Now that I think about it she is akin to what I want in mi media naranja. Dogs, other half, same difference? In only the best way of course...Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-49341081606344337092010-07-26T06:09:00.000-07:002010-07-26T06:09:00.281-07:00Music Monday: Gym Tunes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1427717/4133679761_0fcd510838_o_large.jpg?1265042114" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1427717/4133679761_0fcd510838_o_large.jpg?1265042114" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Instead of doing a usual MM post of one band and thought it would be nice to have a mix. I recently made a mix on <a href="http://8tracks.com/angelajay">8tracks</a> of songs I like to listen to at the gym. I really only listen to my iPod at the gym if I have shown up too late to join in on a class. Gym equipment (like the treadmill) and I don't really get along. I have to listen to something upbeat to distract me from my grumpy "I hate treadmills" attitude.<br />
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It's okay, try it. Risk it. You just might get everything you've always wanted.Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-92105905254595804072010-07-12T06:52:00.000-07:002010-07-12T06:52:00.625-07:00Music Monday: Telekinesis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rcrdlbl.com/files/rblog_images/telekinesis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://rcrdlbl.com/files/rblog_images/telekinesis.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Coast of Carolina by <a href="http://telekinesismusic.com/">Telekinesis</a> reminds me of sun, ocean, flirting and first kisses. Perfect for summer, right?<br />
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Friends (they're all so cute) at an <a href="http://www.myspace.com/argylepimps">Argyle Pimps</a> gig. Their shows are legit—catchy hip hop that doesn't objectify women and a jazz band supplying the beats. Unfortunately, they don't have too many live shows but if you're in the area when they're playing you'd be doing yourself a disservice by not checking them out. <br />
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The 4th of July is my favorite holiday.<br />
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I turn into a fish when I'm at the beach, it's hard to get me out of the water.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Bonfires under the stars are great, add marshmellos and you've got a party. </span> </span>Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-90640951068019552592010-06-23T06:00:00.000-07:002010-07-20T22:02:56.284-07:00Wordless Wednesday: I'm On Fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uWm-ouoJpl1loYnD2wkGlbwXJFEUC_-bhOcV20Rb0NsLM2Zm8OX-bphXPl7Rh7cvqurwtWlb3bN0fD95iqXeW14bWW812ZMc8ekUd-ubizKC3tITwBLmJUlhuR2M3dXngwNV4G1-cZe9/s1600/car_wreck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uWm-ouoJpl1loYnD2wkGlbwXJFEUC_-bhOcV20Rb0NsLM2Zm8OX-bphXPl7Rh7cvqurwtWlb3bN0fD95iqXeW14bWW812ZMc8ekUd-ubizKC3tITwBLmJUlhuR2M3dXngwNV4G1-cZe9/s400/car_wreck.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><br />
{Car accident seen from my dash on my morning commute to work.}Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-59899178033174936342010-06-21T06:46:00.000-07:002010-06-21T06:46:00.543-07:00Music Monday: El Ten Eleven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.iliveindallas.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/l_4de85b8e3fef993a883410b11bb1584c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://www.iliveindallas.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/l_4de85b8e3fef993a883410b11bb1584c.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="http://www.elteneleven.com/">El Ten Eleven</a> is a band that makes you wonder why they haven't gotten the commercial success they deserve. On one hand, I can be a bit of a music snob and enjoy keeping some of my favorite music to myself as if the band is my special secret only for me to enjoy. While at the same time you can love a band so much that you just want to show them off and hope others fall for them too. I feel both ways about this band. A part of me wants to be greedy and keep them to myself but I wouldn't mind being surrounded by others who think they're awesome too.<br />
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Yeah, I get to watch people fish/play in the water/have picnics from my desk window. Bittersweet. <br />
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"Everything that's happening is supposed to be happening" or "It's about the journey, not the destination". And we're supposed to take comfort in these phrases. <br />
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The more I think about those things the more I find them to be true. However, I use the universe as my reason for the unknown. I often think:<br />
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"The universe is recongizing my karama" and so on...<br />
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I saw <a href="http://www.myspace.com/phantogram">Phantogram</a> a few weeks ago and if you're even slightly into electronic beats you need to pick up their album Eyelid Movies. They're so great that after seeing them I bought it. I rarely if ever purchase CD's but they charmed me, although their set was a little shorter than I would have liked I think it may just be their way of letting me know I'm going to have to catch them when they're back in California. <br />
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I spent a sunny Sunday afternoon in Napa with two of my favortie ladies in the whole wide world. This photo was taken in front of <a href="http://www.domainecarneros.com//index.cfm">Domaine Carneros Winery</a>. It was such a gorgeous day—sipping on sparkling wine, munching on cheese & crackers all while having some laughs was perfect. I signed up for a chance to win a $500 gift card to Domaine Carneros, I am still waiting for there congratulatory email/phone call... it could happen! If you ever happen to find yourself in the area I recommend going, it's a picture perfect place. Next time, I would love to do an early morning hot air ballon ride followed by brunch and sparkling wine. Ah, a girl can dream.Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-59535867852613292172010-06-07T06:04:00.000-07:002010-06-09T22:19:39.081-07:00Music Monday: George Winston<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ssl1312.locaweb.com.br/popsdiscos/images/uploads/GEORGE%20WINSTON%20-%20SUMMER%20%281991%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://ssl1312.locaweb.com.br/popsdiscos/images/uploads/GEORGE%20WINSTON%20-%20SUMMER%20%281991%29.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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I recently discovered <a href="http://www.georgewinston.com/us">George Winston</a> and his album Summer. I don't think I could have stumbled upon it at a better time. It has been perfect to listen to as I make my morning and evening commute back and forth to work since much of it is on a two lane road through the countryside. I really feel that this album brings this time of year and my surroundings to life, I love it when music can do that—just enhance everything around you and make it that much better.<br />
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<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zoHckkS-Qg8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zoHckkS-Qg8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="340"></embed></object>Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-9402164992057363692010-06-03T18:38:00.000-07:002010-06-03T19:50:42.865-07:00There's Stars In My Eyes And There's Sun In My HairI have been a slacker in terms of blog posts this week. But I've had to play catch up, having Monday off for Memorial Day was such a blessing as I needed the break but ended up being a burden when I had an inbox full of <strike>fun</strike> emails to go through. <br />
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I'm still feeling the afterglow of an awesome mini vacation despite my office workload. I hopped on a train to Oakland to see two of my favorite people and see one of my favorite bands, She & Him. I was so stoked to see them live. Zooey Deschanel is my style muse and seeing my girl crush in person was rad. M. Ward has got this effortlessly cool vibe about him that gave their set a seasoned feel even though they're a relatively new band with only two albums under their belt.<br />
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One of the best parts of the night (it's kind of hard to pick what's best since seeing my best friends, beer tasting at Pyramid, cute merch and a free drink ticket at the show were pretty darn awesome too) was the fact that they had two encores, totally unexpected and completely satisfying. I loved every minute of it. I took some video, which is surprising because I'm usually too busy singing/dancing when I'm at a show to even think twice about video but I love them so much I have to share: <br />
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Eventually, I caved and gave her food, played with and pet her. I fell in love pretty fast. She must have too, because the next day I came home and she was in our house. The only strange thing about this was no one let her in. She dug a hole under our fence and let herself in through our doggy door. After that we decided she was ours, or rather she decided we were hers. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Beaner and her "don't steal my soul with your camera" face. </span> <br />
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After about a month of calling her random names a kid who lived in a nearby neighborhood identified her as Xena. She had been his dog and his family was going through some rough times and as a result she was forgotten about. Upon seeing how happy she was with us he told us to keep her. She has been a sassy pain in the butt ever since, but I do love her very much. Who doesn't love a pint size dog perfect for cuddling?Angela Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405461747111281176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623575572203584344.post-6570390473886283152010-05-26T06:49:00.000-07:002010-05-26T06:49:00.570-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Originality<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/2mhhtap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2mhhtap.jpg" width="521" /></a></div><br />
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Imitation is the highest form of flattery, although sometimes it doesn't feel like it. But having someone be <i>so</i> inspired by your art that they use yours as a basis for their own does sound pretty darn flattering—that is if you choose to look at it that way.<br />
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