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Sounds of Bohemia : August by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Hello my Bohemian Bookworms!  It’s back to school month & I know you need some good studying music. Well, you have come to the right place! In this month’s “Sounds of  Bohemia”, mainstream hip-hopper/Young Money artist Drake returns to the list with yet another collaboration. This time with Toronto-based R & B singer the Weeknd. You’ll be “craving” the smooth sounds of transatlantic DJ duo “Flight Facilities”. Minneapolis band Dearling Physique will keep you “Up All Night” with their new single which is FREE for download.  NYC rap duo Metermaids & conscious hip-hop producer 9th Wonder do the same thing with “Graveyard Shift”, an electric guitar infused anthem for all the night owls prowling the city. And J. Records recording artist Elle Varner & Roc Nation rapper J.Cole  is DEFINITELY kickin’ it old school with the ’90s throwback joint “Only Wanna Give It To You”. Well, I hope listening to this good music will keep your mind at ease while cramming for exams! HAPPY STUDYING!

  • The Weeknd – The Zone (ft. Drake) ( Check out Drake’s new single “Headlines“)
  • Metermaids – Graveyard Shift (prod. by 9th Wonder)
  • Jon Zott – Brothers
  • ME LP – Bonnie Says
  • Fernando – Non Stop
  • Elle Varner – Only Wanna Give It To You (ft. J.Cole) (Check out Duce D’s freestyle ” Why You Hatin On Me“)
BONUS TRACK
  • Jessie J – Domino (prod. by Dr. Luke)
  • Samo Sound Boy- Shuffle Code


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Sounds of Bohemia : August by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Hello my Bohemian Bookworms!  It’s back to school month & I know you need some good studying music. Well, you have come to the right place! In this month’s “Sounds of  Bohemia”, mainstream hip-hopper/Young Money artist Drake returns to the list with yet another collaboration. This time with Toronto-based R & B singer the Weeknd. You’ll be “craving” the smooth sounds of transatlantic DJ duo “Flight Facilities”. Minneapolis band Dearling Physique will keep you “Up All Night” with their new single which is FREE for download.  NYC rap duo Metermaids & conscious hip-hop producer 9th Wonder do the same thing with “Graveyard Shift”, an electric guitar infused anthem for all the night owls prowling the city. And J. Records recording artist Elle Varner & Roc Nation rapper J.Cole  is DEFINITELY kickin’ it old school with the ’90s throwback joint “Only Wanna Give It To You”. Well, I hope listening to this good music will keep your mind at ease while cramming for exams! HAPPY STUDYING!

  • The Weeknd – The Zone (ft. Drake) ( Check out Drake’s new single “Headlines“)
  • Metermaids – Graveyard Shift (prod. by 9th Wonder)
  • Jon Zott – Brothers
  • ME LP – Bonnie Says
  • Fernando – Non Stop
  • Elle Varner – Only Wanna Give It To You (ft. J.Cole) (Check out Duce D’s freestyle ” Why You Hatin On Me“)
BONUS TRACK
  • Jessie J – Domino (prod. by Dr. Luke)
  • Samo Sound Boy- Shuffle Code


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Sounds of Bohemia : August by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Hello my Bohemian Bookworms!  It’s back to school month & I know you need some good studying music. Well, you have come to the right place! In this month’s “Sounds of  Bohemia”, mainstream hip-hopper/Young Money artist Drake returns to the list with yet another collaboration. This time with Toronto-based R & B singer the Weeknd. You’ll be “craving” the smooth sounds of transatlantic DJ duo “Flight Facilities”. Minneapolis band Dearling Physique will keep you “Up All Night” with their new single which is FREE for download.  NYC rap duo Metermaids & conscious hip-hop producer 9th Wonder do the same thing with “Graveyard Shift”, an electric guitar infused anthem for all the night owls prowling the city. And J. Records recording artist Elle Varner & Roc Nation rapper J.Cole  is DEFINITELY kickin’ it old school with the ’90s throwback joint “Only Wanna Give It To You”. Well, I hope listening to this good music will keep your mind at ease while cramming for exams! HAPPY STUDYING!

  • The Weeknd – The Zone (ft. Drake) ( Check out Drake’s new single “Headlines“)
  • Metermaids – Graveyard Shift (prod. by 9th Wonder)
  • Jon Zott – Brothers
  • ME LP – Bonnie Says
  • Fernando – Non Stop
  • Elle Varner – Only Wanna Give It To You (ft. J.Cole) (Check out Duce D’s freestyle ” Why You Hatin On Me“)
BONUS TRACK
  • Jessie J – Domino (prod. by Dr. Luke)
  • Samo Sound Boy- Shuffle Code


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Indie Film Update: the Ultimate Cult Film by Jim McKeown

Ever had a slightly disturbing nightmare?  I say slightly, because a streak of humor runs throughout.  The kind of nightmare where the dreamer is trapped in an industrial hell of dirt, mud, abandoned buildings, and leaky drums with no one knows what horrific chemicals seeping into the ground water.  Then the dreamer returns to a 10×10 foot apartment with a bed, a table, a chair, a dresser, and a tiny bathroom in the corner.

For decorations, the dreamer has a pile of dirt with a stick protruding, or a squirmy worm in an exotic wooden cabinet.  A mysterious neighbor relays a phone message:  “Someone named Mary called and invited you to dinner.”

Walking out into the Dante’s Inferno which surrounds the room and  Mary’s home, the dreamer hears her yell, “You’re late Henry!”  Mary’s mother asks, “What do you do?”  The reply is simple, “I’m on vacation.”

If you haven’t yet recognized the story line here, immediately go to Netflix and search for Eraserhead,” David Lynch’s first film released in 1977.  This bizarre flick defies categorization.  It has been shown in dozens of art houses across the country, sometimes paired with The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  Now that I have it bookmarked, I can watch it over, and over, and over.  One of these times I WILL figure it out.

It never keep me up at night, but it does keep me thinking long after the closing credits.  I have seen it maybe a dozen times, and every time I see it again, I raise more questions to pile on the unanswered ones from prior viewings.


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Art as a Gateway to More Art by Jim McKeown

While interviewing Jim & Teresa Rambo for a profile in an upcoming issue of Bohemia, we embarked on an interesting conversation about effect art has on a person.

Several crucial points emerged:

1.  The practice of art opens the eyes, the ears, the mind to the world around us.  We see things in a larger context, and we begin to appreciate the beauty art brings to the world as well as the beauty the world brings to art.

2.  The medium matters not a mote.  Writing, drawing, painting, sculpture, photography, drawing, pottery, glass work, print making, and even reading all spur the practitioner to seek out other forms of art.

3.  Art relaxes the mind and allows it to shake of the stresses of modern life while the viewer plunges into the work – as a painter, writer, or photographer, or simply as an observer.

The tragedy is the short-sightedness of some people who want the arts cut from school curricula.  But the tide is beginning to turn.  A recent article, reprinted in numerous newspapers, stated that many corporations are bringing in new hires with an MFA (Master of Fine Arts) to give new and creative ideas to the business side of the corporate equation.

So, the bottom line is, enjoy, practice, meditate on, immerse yourself in art at every opportunity.  Visit museums and galleries, read, write, draw, paint, listen to music, watch a good art film, and, of course, read Bohemia!


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Frisbee @ Gas Works by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Wanna know what summer fun is? Then watch this BEAUTIFUL video by Christian Anderson. Some of you maybe familiar with Christian since I credited him for an earlier post that featured Scott Weaver’s “Rolling Through The Bay”. This time the video is ALL Christian’s. In the video, Christian & a couple of talented friends are enjoying summertime at Gas Works Park in Seattle. You’ll notice everyone at the park enjoying a particular summer activity from skating, flying kites, playing music, & especially frisbee which is the primary focus of the video. If you hadn’t notice, Christian’s friends are not playing ordinary frisbee, it’s MULTI-DISC frisbee. And from the looks of things, it seems like this require TONS of practice. However, it’s not a problem for Christian’s talented friends.  Many thanks Christian! Keep on making GREAT videos!


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Flavorgasm : The "Nada Lada" Sandwich by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Welcome fellow Bohemians to the “Flavorgasm” series! These reviews will focus on the delicious items that yours truly come across during his escapades. A flavorgasm can simply be described as “a great tasting experience”. It is usually the moment when you end up feeling like this :

The first item we will talk about is the “Nada Lada” sandwich from Simply.Good.Eatery . This sandwich consists of turkey, bacon, swiss cheese, lettuce, tomatoes & guacamole on a croissant as shown on the menu. Makes you mouth water, right? Its doing that to mine AGAIN & I’ve already ate this yummy sandwich! But I digress….

While moi was taking a stroll through downtown Waco , I decided to take a detour to the restaurant after reading about this sandwich. What you’ll notice first is the multi-colored tables and chairs, hung bicycles, & vinyl records posted on walls. A setting fit for a Bohemian. The staff was as diverse as the setting and highly respectful too. I must commend them on making my eating experience SOOOOO pleasant. Somebody please give these fine individuals a raise!

Once I ordered the sandwich, it was time to dig in. It’s true….bacon goes well with everything including turkey! With each bite, I could not only taste the crunchiness of the bacon but also hear it. The turkey’s moistness was in perfect harmony with the bacon. These two items never overpowered each other. What provided the kick was the guacamole & its tanginess. Another “kicker” was the sweetness of the croissant. Although the sandwich is called “Nada Lada”, it should be renamed “Whole Lotta” in regards to taste.

If your mouth is now watering like crazy, I recommend that you stop by Simply.Good.Eatery & try this sandwich. The restaurant is located in Spice Village on 213 Mary Ave. (2nd & Franklin). Until next time, peace out!


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Flavorgasm : The “Nada Lada” Sandwich by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Welcome fellow Bohemians to the “Flavorgasm” series! These reviews will focus on the delicious items that yours truly come across during his escapades. A flavorgasm can simply be described as “a great tasting experience”. It is usually the moment when you end up feeling like this :

The first item we will talk about is the “Nada Lada” sandwich from Simply.Good.Eatery . This sandwich consists of turkey, bacon, swiss cheese, lettuce, tomatoes & guacamole on a croissant as shown on the menu. Makes you mouth water, right? Its doing that to mine AGAIN & I’ve already ate this yummy sandwich! But I digress….

While moi was taking a stroll through downtown Waco , I decided to take a detour to the restaurant after reading about this sandwich. What you’ll notice first is the multi-colored tables and chairs, hung bicycles, & vinyl records posted on walls. A setting fit for a Bohemian. The staff was as diverse as the setting and highly respectful too. I must commend them on making my eating experience SOOOOO pleasant. Somebody please give these fine individuals a raise!

Once I ordered the sandwich, it was time to dig in. It’s true….bacon goes well with everything including turkey! With each bite, I could not only taste the crunchiness of the bacon but also hear it. The turkey’s moistness was in perfect harmony with the bacon. These two items never overpowered each other. What provided the kick was the guacamole & its tanginess. Another “kicker” was the sweetness of the croissant. Although the sandwich is called “Nada Lada”, it should be renamed “Whole Lotta” in regards to taste.

If your mouth is now watering like crazy, I recommend that you stop by Simply.Good.Eatery & try this sandwich. The restaurant is located in Spice Village on 213 Mary Ave. (2nd & Franklin). Until next time, peace out!


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Extra Credit by Lisa Hathaway

I was an ” extra” on a movie set today. For some reason, my little background scenery role reminded me of an extra credit adventure I was involved with when I was a Criminal Justice student a few years back. I didn’t even need the extra points. It just sounded fun, after all,  I already had an “A” in the class. I probably finished the class with a 110%.

I think there were at least five or six students that participated in this Swat Team Training Exercise. We met earlier that day and were provided with a script to run through and were given special instructions. I chose a non verbal role because I figured I wouldn’t remember any lines due to performance anxiety.             

Later that evening, we met at the police station and the officers took us out to an old abandoned farm house. It was still daylight, but darkness would soon devour the sunlight. I remember,  it must have in the winter because I wore my leather biker jacket.

The scenario was the following: we had been taken hostage, held up in a house by a young man and woman by gun point. If I remember correctly,  we had to use flashlights because there was no electricity in the house. I was playing the role of a lady that escapes by exiting out of the back door. She was supposed be frantic, hysterical and seek refuge with the Swat Team.

I thought to myself, “I am going to be the best hysterical woman I can be. It’s my time to shine.” And that I did. I was good. Too good actually, so good that it got me physically taken down to the ground by an officer. Hey! The script instructed me to act like a hysterical woman and so I did.

A couple hours into the exercise it was time for me to take the stage. I ran out of the back door and up to an officer screaming hysterically “Oh my God..Oh my God..I..I…” The officer instructed me to get on the ground but I didn’t because. Yes..You guessed it. I was a hysterical woman, nothing he said was registering. Since I was not complying he physically took me to the ground. I wasn’t really prepared for that. Glad I had my cowhide on. The ground was cold and hard. The impact hurt a bit.

I thought to myself, ” Its okay. He needs to make sure I am not one of the criminals pretending to be the victim.” At this point, technically I was actually written out of the script but the officers didn’t know that. They frisked me and escorted me to the tailgate of their SUV. It was open. I think they wanted me to get inside, but… due to the forced take down, I wasn’t quite done with my role yet. I wasn’t going to make this easy for them now. Improvisation, I do love it so!  ( By the way, I am grinning right now as I write this.)

I decided to make them work a bit more. I decided.. to add some good ole fashion fainting into the equation. So..faint is what I did. I fell to the ground on that hard, frigid, stone/dirt road. They still had to get me into the SUV, but now I also required medical attention. I could hear one of the officers radio for a medic. This was the proper procedure for that kind of situation,  I imagined.  It took three grunting Swat Officers to pick me up and load me, because I was not about to offer them any help. Honestly, it was a struggle for me to refrain from bursting into uncontrollable laughing. These poor guys were really struggling to get me in there without hurting me.

I decided once they loaded me that I would be finished, but then they continued to try to interrogate me. I answered I don’t know to all of the questions after that because I was actually done with my part. I finally said, ” I don’t know Sir,  because my part in the script was over along time ago.”

I did have a great night with these folks.

I do understand to a certain extent what officers go through to “Serve and Protect”. Even today, I am still very pleased that these young men took that exercise so seriously.


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Random Art around Waco Installment #2 by Jim McKeown

Painted in 1888 while he was at Arles, “Starry Night” by Vincent van Gogh has become one of the most recognized works of art in the world.  Although Van Gogh sold only one painting in his life, his influence remains enormous. From Don McLean’s song ‘Starry, Starry Night’ (based on the painting), to the endless number of merchandise products featuring this image, it is nearly impossible to avoid this amazing painting — even if for some inexplicable reason you wanted to avoid it!

As a school project, students from Live Oak Classical School in Waco painted this version on a building at 8th between Washington and Columbus.   Here is a photograph of the mural:

And here is a photo of the original painting:

If you see a work of art on public display, send me the location, and I will feature it here.


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Child Safety 101 by Esmeralda

As a youngster I was taught the basics of child safety. My mother opted to leave us alone to work and do other things, so it was necessary for us to know how to fend for ourselves and what steps to take to protect ourselves should any dangerous situation arise. We were taught to never answer the door when we were home alone, or the phone. If we did, by accident, pick up the phone we were trained to take a message and say that our mother was simply busy at the moment and would call back.

We walked to and from school on our own as well. Rides were a luxury, so my brother and I were forced to brave the elements as well as any of the dangers of society. We were well-trained though, and my dreams of being a crime-fighter enabled me to be even that much more aware of my surroundings and more knowledgeable in how to stay safe. We didn’t speak to strangers, we kept to ourselves and made sure to stay on the only path we knew. Well lit, with lots of passing vehicles and what I always enjoyed pointing out, witnesses. At times we did veer off, but we were kids, you couldn’t expect us to be perfect.

We were so well prepared that when one, seemingly dangerous, situation popped up we knew what to do. My brother and I were walking home from school as I recall. We were not much older than maybe 7 or 8 years old. We knew that the neighborhood that we were walking through wasn’t really nice, as we always tended to live in the ghetto, and were always ready for anything. We’d had no trouble though so far, and didn’t expect this day to be any different. But it would turn out to be. As we were walking home, we passed under a bridge, a set of old train tracks that hovered over a somewhat busy two-way street to and from school. There was a walkway along the side of the street, that passed under the bridge. We went under with no problems and came out on the other side in plain view of all passing cars and people. What we didn’t know, was that there was a man walking behind us. Usually we were really aware and rarely ever saw anyone on that sidewalk, so in the back of my mind I wondered how we could have missed the sound of his footsteps because he was quite close to us. At first, we didn’t panic. Plenty of people walk along the sidewalk. There was no need to panic. He hadn’t done anything to make us feel uncomfortable, or scared. We were just on full alert. A natural response after being taught “stranger danger” all our lives.

So we continued walking. Perhaps a little faster now, knowing someone was behind us. It always seemed smarter to keep as much distance between ourselves and strangers as possible. So we did. But then we noticed he walked faster too. A little too fast. We stepped up our pace as well. Ever so often looking over our shoulders to make sure he was still a good distance behind. But then, without notice, he began to run. Full speed, sprint. And as soon as we  realized this we took off as fast as our little feet could carry us. I think it was mid-fall or winter because I remember having heavy coats along with our backpacks. Stuff that would normally hinder us. But once that adrenaline started rushing through us, we ran with everything as if we were as light as air.

We knew our school route well. There was the bridge, the sidewalk, a block of houses, then some  more sidewalk, a house nearly  hidden in the woods  and then a single store. A small convenience store that sat in between another set of train tracks and the house in the woods. It was our sanctuary at that moment. And when we realized that the man behind us was slowing down no time soon, we bolted for the inside of the store. We rushed in clumsily with our backpacks, and vastly out of breath. But we knew we were safe. And we were just so happy about that.

We waited to see if the man would pass by. Surely he would because he was running full speed. So where was he?????

Well, he was running alright. But not running after us. He was running instead, to reach the bus stop. There was one located near the store that we hadn’t known about.

We felt like goofs, and still laugh about that to this day. But in all reality, both our mother’s need to prepare us for the worst, as well as our common sense displayed prominently  that day in our managing to escape a strange man whom we thought was running after us. Perhaps it was impolite to assume that some man we didn’t know was a savage child molester or murderer, but it’s better to be protected than polite.

Now here I am, in the year 2011, with my own young children, wondering what it is that I should teach them. My mother had us trained exceptionally well, and my need to watch all crime/rescue shows added that extra level of back up, but my children are not my younger brother and I. I will never leave them alone to work or party, I’ll never let them walk alone to and from school, and I won’t teach them stranger danger because I’ve learned through life experiences and constant news reports that my children are more likely to be harmed by someone they know, respect, or that’s in a position of trust or authority.

So to help many new parents out there, who only know the basics of child safety such as sunscreen and outlet covers, I’ve compiled a list of tips to help. Tips that can be applied both to the coming school year, and life in general.

Tip #1:

The Buddy System. It is a tried and true method of protecting your child. My brother and I had each other, and is perhaps why my mother thought it was ok to walk ourselves to/ from school. Perhaps she was right, I mean my brother and I are both still alive and well and we passed each school year without incident. So if your child absolutely has to walk anywhere, because let’s face it, sometimes it’s difficult to be everywhere at once, make sure they have a friend with them. Teach them that they are not allowed to walk off anywhere by themselves, or without your permission.

Tip #2:

Know what route your children will be taking to/from school. I don’t recall my mom ever doing with us, otherwise she may have wanted to make arrangements for us to ride the bus. So make sure you know the safest route and learn it well, along with your children. Teach them to stay in well-lit and populated areas at all times. No taking shortcuts of any kind. As well as to avoid any shady places, such as dark alleys, or vacant lots, or abandoned properties, no matter how much quicker cutting through it would make the trip home.

Tip #3:

This tip refers to strangers. Sure “stranger danger” seems like a logical principle to instill in your child to keep them safe. But how are they to know or able to distinguish between a harmful stranger and just an innocent passerby saying hi to them? Well in order to avoid any mix-ups, instead teach your child to identify how they feel when someone approaches them instead. And then teach them how to react to it. Let them know that if someone makes them feel, upset, sad, scared, or hurts them, they should tell someone right away. Help them understand that they are not tattle tales if they tell a grown-up about something that someone else did. And that it is their right to feel safe and our duty as parents and adults to make sure they do and are. Also, don’t forget to remind them to never accept money, or gifts from anyone unless they have your permission. You may not have to really teach them this once they get older, because I don’t care what age you are, but a complete stranger offering you something always seems to put you on edge.

Tip #4:

Make sure your child is well-informed of emergency contacts. When you register for school, there is a list of contacts that must be filled out to keep on hand. But I think it’s also a good idea to teach the same list to your children, plus a couple extra.Let them know who they can and cannot leave with, which is sometimes an issue during custody battles and parents with joint custody, one of which usually has primary custody. Most kids only know their own phone number and address by heart. Or to otherwise dial 911 in a dangerous situation. I’m sure it would seem like a lot of information for them to learn, but if they can memorize the words to 24 Spongebob episodes, or the codes to Call of Duty games, I’m sure they’re more than capable. Try to make it a little fun and easier to memorize by making it sing-song-y. That always worked for me.

Tip #5:

As fashions and fads have evolved I’ve noticed that business is booming for companies that hand-make items, hand-embroider them and can customize them in various ways. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I’ve noticed that nowadays, most parents get children backpacks and lunch bags with their names clearly visible on them. You would never think that putting your child’s name on their backpack could be a danger, but it’s possible. If their name is visible from a distance, anyone could call out to them. At this point, it would then be harder for them to decide if this stranger who, knows their name, is dangerous. I’m not saying that you should get rid of everything containing your child’s name on it. I’m suggesting you tell them to leave it at home. Yes, you can get their name embroidered on their items, but make sure it’s not visible or just put their initials. Otherwise your child might be put into a precarious situation in which the next tip would come into play.

Tip #6:

Safety word. I watched an episode of AMW once that taught me that as a family, we should have a safety word. Something that only our family knew, and that if my mother wasn’t able to pick us up, she could tell the person she would send to pick us up. I thought this was a genius idea. Luckily we never had to use it, but if the need arises, it would be an effective yet simple step towards further protecting your child. Keep it simple, but not too simple. You wouldn’t want it to be easily guessed. Maybe a favorite wild animal, or favorite subject in school. Maybe a favorite fruit or flavor of bubblegum. Something that could be easily remembered, but not easily thought of by a stranger. Be sure to let your kids know that it only stays between you and family members. No one else is to know, or it pretty much defeats the whole purpose. This is a small but more reassuring guarantee that your child will not go off with someone you or they don’t know.

Tip #7:

If your child should become lost or injured, it is also important to keep a list of contacts on them just in case. Sometimes in traumatic situations, it’s hard for adults to remember important information, let alone children. So always make sure they keep a contact card somewhere hidden out of plain sight on them. Be sure to list all essential numbers, your home number, work, and cell phone. As well as your address and other numbers you deem necessary.

Tip #8:

This is a scary tip. Something that I’m sure most parents hope never has to come into play, but I think it’s the most important tip. If for some godforsaken chance, someone is able to take your child teach them to resist AT ALL COSTS! To kick, scratch, bite, hit and most importantly scream at the top of their lungs: “Help! This person is not my mom/dad/guardian!”. Sure it seems to be a lot for a kid to scream, but just yelling “Help!” alone won’t do the trick.

One example of yelling and screaming “Help!” alone is  Kitty Genovese.  Stabbed to death in her neighborhood, she yelled over and over for help, but no one came to her aid. Her screams, unrecognized as screams of someone in danger, went unanswered and ultimately led to her death. She wasn’t a child, but it’s an example of how people can’t determine between the screams of someone horsing around, or someone in desperate need of help.

Another add-on to this tip is to teach your children to scream “Fire!” if someone should try to take them. This will garner a bigger response from people around. Both because people would be more likely call 911, and also because people would look to see if the fire is anywhere near them, or if it’s their property or car on fire.

Now this isn’t every tip known to man in keeping your child safe, but it’s a set of tips that are essential, in my opinion. They’re 8 safety nets that you can rely on in order for your child to be a little safer, better prepared but will hopefully never have to use.


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FML by Esmeralda

FML. We all know what it stands for. But it’s also my version of a play on words. Because for most women, who already have more than enough on their plate, there’s a certain time that comes around every 28 days or so. One that’s rife with emotional battles, strange cravings and sometimes ridiculous amounts of naps. A time that I feel FML describes perfectly.

Fitness. And better eating is a taxing job in and of itself. But if you pair it with all of the other tasks that come with being a mother, homemaker and a college student, it’s barely possible. For myself anyway. I’m sure there are some of us that are able to manage every little thing without a single hitch. But that’s not what this is about. This is about the degree of difficulty that gaining a better level of fitness and healthier eating, along with menstruation and it’s symptoms becomes.I know that working out and eating better is supposed to make you more energetic and lively, but for beginners, it has the opposite effect early on. Thus making it twice as difficult when you tack on the symptoms of the despised shedding of the lining of our uterus.

Menstruation. “Nooooooooooo!” I’m sure it’s what we all think when that time of the month [or TTOTM, as I like to call it] shows up. There’s the symptoms, which can range from being just a little cranky to full on switches between Jekyll/Hyde modes. We know it’s coming, and yet we always seem surprised and even more agitated once it finally does. I abhor TTOTM. Not only is it a time of constant worry: “What can I wear that’s comfy and not so sloppy? How bad are the cramps going to be? Oh God, I’m going to bloat like a blowfish! It’s also a time where my worst enemy comes into play, lethargy, or what’s better known as fatigue.

Lethargy. It’s association with menstruation has to do with a drop in hormone estrogen that occurs during the cycle. Something that, for the most part, only lasts a few days and then disappears once estrogen levels begin to climb again. Now I’m sure we all experience many different levels of fatigue, and some are lucky enough to experience none, but I’ve decided to compile of set of tips that would help you fight fatigue while still working out, being a mommy and college student, and until the coast is clear and you and I are back to our normal functionality.

Tip #1:

Exercise. I know, I know, it seems a bit insane considering that for some women, all they want to do during this time is cuddle up with a good book and nap all day. But exercise, as some studies have shown, actually fights off fatigue. It boosts your energy levels naturally, as most people who work out daily know all too well. Any type of exercise will do, it doesn’t have to be a triathlon or even a marathon for that matter. Simply running, walking, or jogging can do the trick. Not only does it help to naturally boost your energy levels but, speaking from personal experience, it can alleviate other symptoms as well. Most notably CRAMPS. So give it a try, might work wonders for you.

Tip  #2:

Avoid candy, soda and fast food. If you’re anything like me, it’s all you want during TTOTM. But it’s not a good idea. I used to binge on cookies, chocolate, and soda galore before I learned that it actually made my fatigue 100x worse. But now I knosh on my normal diet which coincidentally includes several things that can help with my fatigue. Eggs for iron, broccoli loaded with vitamin C to help with absorption of iron and seeds to help fend off fatigue, as well as plenty of water to stave off hydration. Another factor in fatigue. If I’m feeling extra tired, I’ll keep a baggie of dried fruit and nuts with me, so that way I can re-up during the day.

Tip #3:

If you’re not an NFL player, or about to compete for the Wimbledon, chill out. Yes, I know it would be devastating to miss a workout let alone an entire 7-9 days depending on the length of your cycle. But I think that it’s ok. You’re still going to continue eating healthy and if you’re like me, you never stop moving and are constantly on the go, so you’ll continue burning calories regardless. Just not nearly as many. Plus, once you’ve recovered, you can push twice as hard to make up for that rest time.

Good luck fellow Bohemians, I hope I’ve armed with you with a few basic tips to combat the triple threat that is FML.

[I'm not a doctor, nor a nutritionist or health expert. These are simple tips that I've listed based on my own personal expertise that were correlated with basic internet research. So try these tips at your own risk.]


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How to Create Your Very Own Jurassic Park(Part 2) by Lisa Hathaway

Yesterday I posted a couple different ways that you can create your own “Jurassic Park”. Godzilla was and still is my “Jurassic Park” . I loved him then and I love him now. It started out with a simple cartoon, then a library book, then with me drawing him.

My interest in Godzilla escalated into watching the old Japanese Godzilla movies. We only had three channels back then. They were ABC,CBS, and NBC. I usually stayed up late to watch these movies because the networks normally would wait to air them around midnight.

This is a clip from one of my favorite Godzilla battles.

So… naturally,  I then just had to have the Mattel 2 foot tall action figure Godzilla. Some of you may remember seeing these in the department stores. My Grandmother gave him to me for Christmas. I still have him and his original box. One more thing I just pulled out of the old “Cedar Chest”.

I believe it’s only fair to give”Godzilla” his very own photo shoot. This guy was very cooperative really knows how to work the camera!!

 

 

 

 


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How to create your very own Jurassic Park? (Part 1) by Lisa Hathaway

Earlier today I was trying to figure out a topic to blog about. Something totally different from anything else I’ve done. I was searching through some photos of my first photo shoot earlier in April of this year. I found this photo of a “Jurassic Park” that someone created in a flower pot that was placed on their back porch.

I thought it was so cute and dear I snapped a photo. I thought to myself. “Wow…this lady created her own “Jurassic Park”. Looked like art to me and very creative. I mean look at it. There’s  even vegetation.

This also reminded me of my own little “Jurassic Park” in my home and in my head, but mine is more like a “Godzilla” tribute.

I used to watch a “Godzilla” cartoon that was on every Saturday morning at 7:00am. I was right after “Johnny Quest”, if I remember correctly. It was an old Hanna Barbera cartoon that aired sometime around 1978-1979 possibly longer. This cartoon started my “Godzilla ” fetish.

It also started a burning desire in me to draw “Godzilla”. I even went to the school library and check out a book. A few years later, I noticed the book at the sale in the library a few years later and bought it. I think I may still have it in a storage container somewhere.

Remember the “Cedar Chest” blog I wrote earlier? The chest my Grandmother gave me? I found these old drawings in it today. I’ll share them with you. I think I was in 3rd grade when I created these. I always drew all of my Godzilla stuff at her house. She encouraged my creativity in a very positive way and bought these colored pencils for me to use when I would visit. Which was as often as I could because I enjoyed the time spent there.


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555 Collective Interview by Amanda Hixson

 

I recently conducted an interview with the creator of the 555 Collective, K. Josesph. Keary lives near Waco. He’s a really cool dude and interesting to talk to. The 555 Collective is an online arts magazine (www.555c.org). The point of the site is to publish writers and showcase art– all for the benefit of victims of violent crimes.

This is Keary’s bio off the site:

“K. Joseph Carman – as the director of the 555, Joseph enjoys wearing sports jackets. He has worked on psych staffs with the Federal Bureau of Prisons and the Texas Youth Commission, has extensive experience in the area of Intellectual Assessment, has served as an investigator specialzing in sex offenses and other major assaultive crimes, and developed/taught criminal psychology classes for a local rink-a-dink college that specializes in thievery of federal colege loans. He possess a master’s degree in Forensic Psychology, a BS in Psychology, as well as minors in Philosophy and Art. His hobbies include shaking his fist angrily, and ranting about people he dislikes. He believes that most people take the wrong things in life way too seriously, while overlooking the facets of existence that actually matter. Good for him.”

This is our interview:


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Game for National Book Week by Jim McKeown

This is National Book week, so here is a game. Grab the nearest book, turn to page 44, and type the entire sentence, which is on line 2. Do not mention the title of the book! Here is mine:

“The Market Square was full by the time the marchers from the Christian Brothers arrived and it was hard to find a place to kneel.” (Note: This sentence actually begins on line one, takes all of line two, and ends on three.)

Now, type your sentence in a comment to this post!


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The BookWorm Presents: Barbara Wood

Virgins of Paradise. The title leaves a lot to be imagined. Could it be about virgins and the paradise they live in by holding onto that title? Could it be about virgins and the way they relate to the concept of paradise with 72 virgins in Islamic religion? The cover left even more to the imagination. This was another book tossed in the box that was meant for a book sale that fortunately, for me, never came into being. The spine of the book bore its title and the front had a simple monogrammed BW on it. Of course for the author, Barbara Wood. Curiosity killed the cat they say, but a good book, never did more than enrich the human mind. So being the daredevil that I am, I dove right in.

The measure of how good a book is, can be determined by how well you can recall it, or the emotions it invoked in you as you read it. Some books barely bring forth a shudder, while others cause you to rave like a madwoman about how fantastic and intriguing it was. Virgins of Paradise was the latter. It was intensely emotional, to say the least. It thrust me into the world of Egypt and how unbelievably non-magical it can be. It taught me about the customs and culture of Muslim Egyptians, and about the pressures and sacrifices that women of any age there are expected to make.

Honor was held with high esteem throughout this book. Without honor, you were lower than the low. You were no one. With honor came prestige, significant benefits, and if someone dared to destroy the family’s honor, they were banished as if they had never existed.

This story is about the lives of two young women, Jasmine and Camelia, who grew up in this suffocating world of predetermined lives and destinies where veils and the circumcision of young girls is the norm. A world where a decision of your own comes with a heavy price. Where women take the blame for nearly everything, even if they are the victim and where a single glance can tarnish an entire family’s reputation. They overcome great odds to decide their own fate, and chase after their own dreams no matter the obstacles. It’s an inspiring novel. Full of wonder, drama, violence, passion and frustration. As well as one that taught me to appreciate how much freer the women in our society in America are then anywhere else and how strong family ties here are. It’s a culture shock, but also a story worth reading in an attempt to gain some understanding about how, although we are all human, we all have separate and distinctly established customs and beliefs. It’s worth a read most definitely. It will change your outlook on your own life, the frustrations in it, and the joy of being a free woman in America and make you appreciate it so much more. So until next time fellow Bohemians, happy reading.


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The BookWorm Presents: Roxane Marie Galliez

You’d be surprised how many good books you can find in some of the most random places. I mean who could have possibly thought that I’d have a box full of great books that were brought from a warehouse that ships out plumbing supplies? So with that being said, I’d like to present a new author and a new book. The book is titled, Give Me the Moon by Roxane Marie Galliez. I’ve been eying this book for quite a while. I’d seen it on several trips to Michael’s craft store, in a rack of “bargain books.” So once I scrounged up about 7 bucks I finally decided to buy it and luckily it was still available. What really caught my attention about this book was the cover art by Cathy Delanssay. It’s quite exquisite to say the least.

It just seemed ethereal. The way the young maiden’s hair flows freely from her head as she reaches up for the moon. The flowers, and how they sit so still and yet full of motion against the side of her face. Her dress. So gorgeous and intricately detailed. I was more than excited to begin the story and indulge in the artwork within.

This story and the illustrious art within is about the cello, and how its name came to be pronounced the same in any language that you say it in. It begins with Marcello, a young and rather talented violinist who enjoys doing no more than playing his violin. He entrances crowds around with his music. Girls flock to the sound of his strings, but one is particularly wow-ed by his musical talent. Her name is Ava. She believes she is in love with Marcello, and wishes she could express in words what she feels, and hopes he feels the same. She dreams of being his violin, to feel his cheek against hers. But she doubts Marcello, his feelings for her and becomes saddened. Fortunately, a young man named Vincent is there to pick her up. He offers her anything she wants, in exchange for a kiss.

“Ask me for the moon, and I’ll give it to you.”

But Ava wanted more than the moon, more than any material thing Vincent could offer. She wanted true love. Then one night, Vincent shows up with the moon tied to a long, golden thread. All the while Marcello continued to placate the crowds and pay no attention to Ava and her love for him. So what will Ava do? Continue to wait for Marcello, or be whisked away by Vincent, his love, and the moon?

It’s an enchanting tale of love and realizing the difference between true love, and the simple love that comes with having a wonderful friendship with someone. All the while painting the tale of the Cello, and how its name came to be. The story is sweet, and imaginative. Something that you could easily get lost in, especially with the art aiding in telling the story along the way.

It’s as if you could almost hear the deep sound of the strings, and feel the breeze blowing against your skin, or the snow falling around you. It’s worth a read, if for nothing else than to get lost for a moment in a wondrous world of make-believe. Until next time fellow Bohemians, happy reading.


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Indie Film Update by Jim McKeown

Penelope Cruz in Volver

This week’s indie film is Volver starring Penelope Cruz.  Hmm-Hm!  She plays Raimunda, whose mother died years ago.  She is married to Paco and has a daughter Paula.  Raimunda tries to hold things together with two jobs, but things do not go well.  Then a visit to her aunt, who is suffering from senile dementia, starts the story on a mysterious twist.  The aunt claims her house was cleaned and food cooked for her by her sister, Irena, the dead mother of Raimunda and her sister, Sole.

Then Irena starts appearing to Sole and Paula, who take things in stride.  When Raimunda finds out about the appearances, well, that is another story.  Raimunda also has a secret in a restaurant she is watching for a friend.

Spanish, with English subtitles, this 2006 film was written and directed by Pedro Almodavar.  If you have never seen one of his films, this is a good one!  Then you can check out Woman on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown or Talk to Her.   All his films have serious plots with streaks of humor in unexpected places.


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Art Gallery Opening by Jim McKeown

In many cities around the country, first Friday means gallery open houses showcasing new exhibits.  Waco is no exception.  Croft Art Gallery at 712 Austin Avenue in Waco, has become the jewel of a downtown revival featuring restaurants, shops, and a coffee shop.  The last few first Fridays have taken me out of town, so I was determined not to miss this show.

This month’s opening features Heather Sincavage, a Pennsylvania artist.  Her interesting and mesmerizing pieces fall two major types.  The larger pieces include acrylics on vellum, tea-stained, with sugar, and pencil lines.  The paper is distorted and held in place by small pieces of poplar.  The wood seems to support the photo, while the shape of the paper gives the impression it is trying to break the bonds of a scaffold.  Here is an example: http://www.croftartgallery.com/upcomingshows/heathersincavage.html

The second group includes small photos on vellum – again with interesting tea stains – framed.  Some have graphite lines and some have stitching adding texture and a sense of mystery as to what lies beneath.  A few medium sized portraits are also included.

Katie Croft, the owner, has added a really nice gift shop at the entrance offering books, jewelry, ceramics, prints, and some exotic teas.  A nice crowd, with a steady flow of visitors, attests to the popularity of Croft, as well as evidence of good support for this fine gallery here in Waco.

Croft Art Gallery is open Monday to Friday, 10:00 AM to 6:00 PM.  First Friday hours extend to 9:00 PM.  For further information, call 254-714-1740 or visit their website at: http://www.croftartgallery.com/


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Making Allowances by Jim McKeown

In the 1950s, the word “allowance” was hardly ever uttered in our house.  My family had all the essentials, but no stretch of the imagination would lead anyone to believe we were well-off.  My parents provided us with those essentials, and occasionally, they would slip me a half dollar if I did something particularly helpful without my mother asking.  So, anything special I wanted – mostly books – I had to find some other way to scrape up the money.

One summer, I decided my room needed something really special.  A plan began to take shape, and on the first day of summer vacation in 1959, I set things in motion.

A nearby store-front business baked and sold those famous, delicious Philadelphia soft pretzels.  Vendors with push carts and dozens and dozens pretzels staked out practically every corner that any amount of traffic at all.  But I had an alternate idea.

A loan of $1.00 got me started – along with a basket, a dish towel, a jar of yellow mustard, a butter knife, and some napkins.  The pretzel factory sold me forty pretzels, and in about an hour and a half I had $2.00 in change.  I repaid my mother, and waited for the next day.

Two weeks later, my bank held about $12.00.  The time to begin step 2 of the plan had arrived.  My wagon and a spare piece of clothesline were all that stood between me and the epitome of luxury.

I plunked down $10.00  quarters, nickels, and dimes and left the furniture store with a nifty book case.  I tied it to my wagon and pulled it the five or six blocks to my house.  After a minor struggle up the stairs, it slipped into place.  I only had about four or five books then, but today it is filled to overflowing with my collection of anthologies and holds a special place of honor at the end of the hall.


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Freudian Slip – Fiction Story by Lisa Hathaway

“Mayday, mayday…” screamed the pilot into the radio.

It’s never easy landing. You can only hope and pray that it goes smoothly but let’s face it. You’re literally falling out of the sky. It doesn’t really matter what the wrapper looks like, tin can, or feathered as a bird, or if you are in control. You are still falling out of the sky. It’s been said that you are more likely to be involved in an automobile accident than an airplane crash.

Cameron managed to pull her leg out from the mangled metal frame of the seat in front of her. She was mentally and physically strong for a 15 year old but extremely shy. She just did everything instinctively.  She lacked the confidence to be a great leader, at least she thought so and Daisy Mae Lewis always reminded her of this.

Cameron noticed the cock pit, was no longer intact. The pilot was missing and so was Mrs. Carmichael, Girl Scout Troop #366’s volunteer leader. Cameron scanned the rest of the interior and noticed the troop members were starting to wake up.

“Thank God we’re alive” Cameron thought to herself. But wait, where was Daisy Mae Lewis? Not that she really cared.”

“Daisy,” Daisy?” Cameron called out.

Then a rustling noise came from the ladies room. Cameron approached the room, stopped, reached out and pulled on the handle. The whole door fell off it’s hinges. There stood Daisy Mae Lewis, gently applying her Mary Kay foundation and brand new Pink Passion lipstick.

“What in the heck are you doing?” Cameron asked.

“What does it look like I am doing?” Daisy replied. “And don’t use that kind of language while addressing me.”

“And don’t use that kind of language around while addressing me” Cameron replied in a tauntingly manner.

Cameron stood there with a blank look on her face and then shook her head with disbelief. “The girl is worried about my language… while our lives are in question. I doubt she realizes how serious this is.”

“Well, don’t just stand there. Hand me that brush. I have to get ready.” Daisy fluffed her hair.

Cameron’s frustration was mounting. “Get ready for what? This plane is lodged on what appears to be the side of a cliff. So, what are you getting ready for, your funeral?”

Daisy replied, “I am getting ready for the cameras. As soon as they rescue us off of this God forsaken rock, the news crew will be here with the cameras rolling and I want to look my best. Never mind, I don’t expect you to understand. I mean how could you? Look at what you’re wearing. Do you even own a uniform?”

“Who are they?” Cameron questioned. “We don’t even know if the pilot had a chance to notify anyone.”

Suddenly, the plane shifted and slid down resting upon another rock and tree. Shrieks and screams from troop #366 bellowed from the fuselage.

“Shoot, Fudge, Darn. What would MacGyver do?” Cameron scratched her head and frantically wondered. “Okay, girls don’t panic, but we NEED to get out of this plane NOW. I need everybody to find your uniform sashes and give them to me.”

Cameron located a sharp piece of metal from the wreckage, cut each sash so she could tie them all together to create a rope. She lowered it out of the plane to test its length. It was almost long enough.

“Daisy Mae, I need your sash, please. NOW, please.”

“No.” Daisy responded.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” questioned Cameron.

“I said, NO. All of my patches and badges are on it. I worked hard for those,” replied Daisy.

Cameron shook her head with frustration once again and carefully crawled up further in the fuselage. She reached into the overhead and pulled out a small suit case. Located inside the suit case was a brand new sash, still in its plastic wrap, patch less and badge less. She pulled the sash out of the wrap, with an embarrassed expression on her face. She tied it to the others.

Daisy looked a bit surprised. She pulled the sash off her body and ran her finger tips across it, sighed and quietly spoke, “Okay, here. Use mine too.”

“Thank you.” replied Cameron.

Cameron lowered each member out of the wreckage to safety, including Daisy Mae Lewis.

Cameron tied the end of the sash rope to leg of a seat that was still intact. She started lowering herself from the wreckage.

Oh dear,” Daisy Mae yelled. I left my purse in the plane. It has Brad’s photo inside.”  She started to climb back up the sash rope while Cameron was climbing down.

Brad and Daisy were the dramatic high school equivalent to Bo Swashbuckler and his damsel in distress fresh out of a “Harlequin Romance Novel”.

“Get off.” shouted Cameron. It’s not strong enough. I’ll climb back up and get it. I promise. Just get off. Daisy released the rope.

Cameron retrieved the purse and once again started lowering herself to safety. When, suddenly, it became evident, the fabric had been weakened by the weight. Cameron could hear the fabric ripping, as though it were amplified through a PA system. It started unraveling.

Cameron thought, “I can’t believe this is happening. I am gonna fall to my death because of a stupid purse. The worst thing about this is, I don’t even own a purse.”

Faint voices whisper as if they were a record being spun on 33 rpm when it should be 45 rpm. Blinding bright lights shine down from above as blurry figures loom over a body.

“Ma’m, ma’m, do you know what happened to you?” a voice questioned.

“I…I…I… was just… in… in… a plane crash, and then… I…think I fell?” replied the lady as she lay in the bed.

My name is Dr. Lewis but you can call me Daisie if you wish. “ Cameron, you were in car crash but you’re going to be just fine now. Don’t worry. You’re in good hands now.

“Whew…I must have been dreaming. Guess I’m not fifteen after all.

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