This is the Cran-Razimataz. Cranberry Juice, Raspberry Juice, Lemon Wedge, and VeeV Acai Spirit. Perfect for summer days on the deck.
EDIT: meant to post this on alessercocktail.tumblr.com OOPS!
A. Lesser's Ponderings
Anne Katherine Lesser (please...call me Annie) is an award winning poet, produced playwright, and published photographer. Here are her thoughts and work she is currently exploring.
Had communists not seized power in his homeland in 1948, Vaclav Havel would have been simply a distinguished Central European intellectual. That is how, triumphantly, he ended his career. In between came imprisonment, interrogations, house searches, isolation, heartbreak and betrayals—and adulation on the national and international stage.
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I HEART VACLAV HAVEL!!!!
Our briefing tells the story of Vaclav Havel—the unassuming man who taught, through plays and politics, how tyranny may be defied and overcome. (via theeconomist)
(via theeconomist)
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First up Acai’ Mist.
What you’ll need:
1. VeeV Acai Spirit (this is a really refreshing alcohol).
2. A fresh lime
3. Tonic Water
4. Dry Vermouth
What you do:
Pour 2 ounces (I usually do a little more) of VeeV into a tumblr. Add half an ounce of dry vermouth. Squeeze in a lime wedge. Add Tonic water to taste. OPTIONAL: On a really hot day put some ice in there.
Delicious and refreshing!
These pictures of Katie White didn’t make it into my review of The Ting Tings show at The Mayan last week, but they do kick ass. It was the first show for their Sounds From Nowheresville tour.
They kicked ass. Read the review and look at my other pics to see how hard.
Photo of Saul Williams that didn’t make it into my review of last night’s show at the El Rey. Check out more photos and the review by clicking —-> HERE
My dear friend Terence Leclere (http://terenceleclere.tumblr.com/), accidentally twitted @alesserpoet last night instead of @annielovesyou. So I decided I should make a lesser poet twitter. All tweet sized poems for your enjoyment.
A Shitty Story, By A. Lesser Poet
There was a secret voice. It told stories. The secret voice turned into a turnip, which I then boiled into a stew in order to consume its stories. The stories didn’t become part of me. They became shit. And all I could tell from then on was shitty stories.
So I cried.
And my tears grew a secret voice which became a sassy turnip. The sassy turnip slapped me. And I vomited. And out of my mouth came gruesome and crass stories that should never be told. Mothers fainted, men swore me off for good. Shamed from the literary world, I became a prostitute and came to hate myself after falling for a John that was married.
I lost self respect and died choking on another turnip. This one was not special or magical. It was just a turnip.
Maybe secrets should stay secret, instead of turning into turnips.
I have had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something terrible is going to happen, but I actually had an amazing day aside from one minor hiccup. I feel like I didn’t fully appreciate the amazingness due to the stomach pit emotion pressing against my kidneys. We should come up with the cure for dread already….
Cockroach picture from Belgium…
Picture that didn’t make it into my final Ben Kweller review. You can see the review and pictures HERE
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