In 2009, she contributed backing vocals, screaming animal sounds, and noises to the songs "Gemini Syringes", "I Can Be A Frog", and "Watching the Planets" on The Flaming Lips album Embryonic. O's vocal approach has been described as "ethereal", We still have to grab people by the collar …In 2011, she contributed vocals on the song "Pinky's Dream" on the David Lynch debut album Crazy Clown Time. We put out a record every three years now; we could easily be forgotten.Dale Chihuly, Seattle’s favorite son and glass artist extraordinaire, built a beautiful museum to house some of his work. Here are a few of the pieces on display inside the museum. One afternoon we drove out to Mount Rainier and passed through a nice little village. ___________________________________________________ BOOK REVIEW I just finished another great read….”The Weight of Silence” by Heather Gudenkauf. The story begins with two little girls that have gone missing. We waited a long time to see the inside and purchase a collectible mug from the very first Starbucks.As we drove through the park we’d round a bend and be amazed at the glacial peak. As the story unfolds you find out about Calli’s alcoholic father and the toll this has taken on their family. Although it may have been the first, it is one of 24,000 worldwide today (I think 20,000 of them are in Seattle).On Wednesday, Karen broke her silence about her relationship with her longtime boyfriend, video director Barnaby Clay.and has also helmed videos for Depeche Mode and Gnarls Barkley. Karen O previously dated director Spike Jonze and Liars frontman Angus Andrew. There’s not a hint of a mascara smear, only her trademark scarlet lipstick, and it’s all very far from being disappointing.
“I only ever did it twice, maybe three times, and only ever spat beer on myself.
She attended Oberlin College, but transferred to New York University's Tisch School of the Arts.
O is best known as the lead vocalist for the band Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
In my life, my real life, I'd never met such a man. My husband, George Phillips, and I had been married twenty-one years. When I married him, I knew it would never be the bomb bursts my friends gossiped of. When the business began its downturn, he became impotent. For the last year, we slept in separate beds, not even touching during the night. My breasts are still high and firm, but my bottom and legs are my most attractive feature. I dressed demurely, preferring loose blouses and long, full skirts to hide myself from prying male eyes. Never before had I felt the intense, demanding, female need to throw myself at a man. Was my robe on fire from the heat of his hand on me?
A fear he would reach deep into your woman's heart to seize your innermost feelings, making you eager to do what he wished of you. A fear the deep gut longing for him would be unfulfilled, leaving you aching and wanting. They're referring to movie stars or rock musicians they drool over in a fantasy. Our major marital disagreement had been over the number of children. Sex with George was pleasant and sweet, but never exciting. My daughters inherited my dark blonde hair and green eyes, my smile with the one dimple. "Let me help you, Karen." My right hand in his, his left hand at my waist, he guided me to a chair.