MONKEY! You don't even know and babe, right now I am sailing. I can hold on to this, I can get through - you can be anything you want to be. And the only thing that is really cliched is feeling like you need to be something.
I think you have to change what bothers you right now in the moment. If you change shit, or keep it the same because it'll pay off down the road - you'll make the road you're on miserable.
MY HOROSCOPE:
In 2011, I bet that memory won't play as big a role in your life as it has up until now. I don't mean to say that you will neglect or forget about the past. Rather, I expect that you will be less hemmed in by the consequences of what happened way back when. You'll be able to work around and maybe even transcend the limitations that the old days and the old ways used to impose on you. Your free will? It will be freer than maybe it has ever been. Your creative powers will override the inertia of how things have always been done.
AND THIS IS HOW WE CALL IT A COMEBACK
FUCK YES.
(SORRY FOR THE VULGAR LANGUAGE IN THIS POST)
Friday, December 17, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Banjos are so cool.
Rats, I'm sorry to hear your heart is hurting. And, I really miss you. My bank account hurts but life is good even though money is not. I am still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up... so many ideas, so little interest. Journalism? That ship has sailed. Hairdressing? Cons: having to stand in stilettos all day. Pros: a profession that doesn't discriminate against tattoos. Tattoo Artist? Cliché. Homeopathic Medicine? With the amount of schooling I'd have to do, I could become a "real" doctor. Artist? I wouldn't know where to begin. I started this post a few days ago but since then I have experienced a weekend of shit shows that supersede career options. I'd love to share it all with you but I am afraid it's dripping with drama and I know how much you hate that, so I won't. Conclusion: There are a lot of crazies in my life -if like attracts like then what the fuck does this say about me? I don't know. What I do know is that I'm gonna call you.
HUMPH.
HI MONKEY, SINCE I LAST WROTE YOU I HAVE FALLEN IN AND OUT OF LOVE AND MADE A MESS OF MYSELF AND I READ THAT POST I WROTE ABOUT DRAMATIC PEOPLE AND NOW FEEL I HAVE NOT THE RIGHT TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IT. (except maybe here a little bit)
recipe for a broken heart:
two clinically crazy people
13 year long dreams
with a dash of didn't have a fucking chance
prep time: 6 years
cook time: approx 2 1/2 months until DONE
temperature: smokin' hot and/or icy cold
PISCES HOROSCOPE:
Think back over the course of your life and identify any worthy ambitions that got irretrievably blocked or frustrated or squandered. Once you've named those lost chances, do a ritual in which you completely let go of them. As much as possible, give up all regrets. Flush the sadness. Forgive anyone who interfered. Wipe the slate clean. Only by doing this can you open the way to an opportunity that's lurking just outside your awareness. And what exactly is that opportunity? Even if I told you, you wouldn't know what I was talking about. Your ability to find it requires you to do the preliminary work of purging your remorse for missed opportunities.
recipe for a broken heart:
two clinically crazy people
13 year long dreams
with a dash of didn't have a fucking chance
prep time: 6 years
cook time: approx 2 1/2 months until DONE
temperature: smokin' hot and/or icy cold
PISCES HOROSCOPE:
Think back over the course of your life and identify any worthy ambitions that got irretrievably blocked or frustrated or squandered. Once you've named those lost chances, do a ritual in which you completely let go of them. As much as possible, give up all regrets. Flush the sadness. Forgive anyone who interfered. Wipe the slate clean. Only by doing this can you open the way to an opportunity that's lurking just outside your awareness. And what exactly is that opportunity? Even if I told you, you wouldn't know what I was talking about. Your ability to find it requires you to do the preliminary work of purging your remorse for missed opportunities.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Hello Monkey, I have missed you so...
So first a headnote, prologue - whatever.
I have an idea - this blog has been meandering all over the place without much direction, or action actually. Similar to both the above sentence and it's author. Anyhoo - my sweet monkey - how abouts you and me write each other via this little blog?
Granted, the posts will be a little more intimate then originally intended - but I quite like the idea and what is this whole big fat life if not an experiment, where on the best of days you are the mad scientist and on the worst of days your'e a research monkey or lab rat? Or maybe that's vica versa?
Also, we should pepper these letters with soundtracks. Give us a 'lil sumthin for the ears then, gov? Maybe recipes too - here we goes...
My Dear Monkey,
I am doggedly pursuing my happiness and I miss you so very very much. This evening, I was wasting time on the internets - trying to find a piece of myself somewhere and lo, I came across this. I can't tell you how happy it made me to read your words, see your photos and listen to the music you are fancying. I suppose that isn't true - I could but it would take up the whole damn page and there are other things I would like to tell you.
So strange to write you this way because I am wanting to blurt out everything that has happened to me recently - but am acutely aware of the privacy lacking in this here forum. Which funnily enough is a big part of some things I've been thinking about lately. It's hard to get your voyeuristic fix on the computer when you delete your online presence. Believe me, shit has not been the same since giving the social networks a big fat pink slip with "I think you're the DEVIL" scrawled across it (for good measure). The time spent on such sites has fostered in me a desire, as I mentioned, to be a voyeur of ...well -myself. Why am I so preoccupied with seeing my reflection on this electronic screen? Says the blogger to the pot in betwixt them both picking on the kettle. It isn't even good enough to just see ourselves, no - we need to groom and cultivate who we are on the intergalactic super highway. Always keeping in mind that someone, somewhere is watching. What kind of existence is that my friend? And how would it change you internally if you couldn't exist without premeditating how you are perceived externally? Well, as it so happens some would theorize it ain't much different from the existence women have been living for the past, um... fucking forever.
(there are 4 parts - i highly suggest watching them all)
So Monkey, in my pursuit of happiness I say "Well self, the silver lining is that the narcissistic nature of today's internet culture is distributing the wealth of persecutive insecurity us women have been hoarding." Always the optimist, I am.
I am so pleased to hear about the tattooing and schooling, I have continued to excel in my academics. It is amazing but it's hard not to perceive my success and stability as a wedge between myself and everything I've ever known. Confidence really is a stain you can't wipe off. And I've learned people are very particular about what kind of dirt or stains they'll tolerate or accept.
Please tell Freedom Denied I love them and think they are rad. You could tell yourslef that everyday until my next letter too.
Yours in absentia,
Rats.
I have an idea - this blog has been meandering all over the place without much direction, or action actually. Similar to both the above sentence and it's author. Anyhoo - my sweet monkey - how abouts you and me write each other via this little blog?
Granted, the posts will be a little more intimate then originally intended - but I quite like the idea and what is this whole big fat life if not an experiment, where on the best of days you are the mad scientist and on the worst of days your'e a research monkey or lab rat? Or maybe that's vica versa?
Also, we should pepper these letters with soundtracks. Give us a 'lil sumthin for the ears then, gov? Maybe recipes too - here we goes...
My Dear Monkey,
I am doggedly pursuing my happiness and I miss you so very very much. This evening, I was wasting time on the internets - trying to find a piece of myself somewhere and lo, I came across this. I can't tell you how happy it made me to read your words, see your photos and listen to the music you are fancying. I suppose that isn't true - I could but it would take up the whole damn page and there are other things I would like to tell you.
So strange to write you this way because I am wanting to blurt out everything that has happened to me recently - but am acutely aware of the privacy lacking in this here forum. Which funnily enough is a big part of some things I've been thinking about lately. It's hard to get your voyeuristic fix on the computer when you delete your online presence. Believe me, shit has not been the same since giving the social networks a big fat pink slip with "I think you're the DEVIL" scrawled across it (for good measure). The time spent on such sites has fostered in me a desire, as I mentioned, to be a voyeur of ...well -myself. Why am I so preoccupied with seeing my reflection on this electronic screen? Says the blogger to the pot in betwixt them both picking on the kettle. It isn't even good enough to just see ourselves, no - we need to groom and cultivate who we are on the intergalactic super highway. Always keeping in mind that someone, somewhere is watching. What kind of existence is that my friend? And how would it change you internally if you couldn't exist without premeditating how you are perceived externally? Well, as it so happens some would theorize it ain't much different from the existence women have been living for the past, um... fucking forever.
(there are 4 parts - i highly suggest watching them all)
So Monkey, in my pursuit of happiness I say "Well self, the silver lining is that the narcissistic nature of today's internet culture is distributing the wealth of persecutive insecurity us women have been hoarding." Always the optimist, I am.
I am so pleased to hear about the tattooing and schooling, I have continued to excel in my academics. It is amazing but it's hard not to perceive my success and stability as a wedge between myself and everything I've ever known. Confidence really is a stain you can't wipe off. And I've learned people are very particular about what kind of dirt or stains they'll tolerate or accept.
Please tell Freedom Denied I love them and think they are rad. You could tell yourslef that everyday until my next letter too.
Yours in absentia,
Rats.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
NOT TO WORRY: Most of the gulf oil spill has "evaporated into the air"
WoW! It's near three months since last anyone posted... I am ashamed of my absence from both the blog and my friendship to rats. I'm sorry; no excuses.
I guess life has been carrying on as usual in our own pieces of the world and what's new doesn't seem like news at all but I'll fill you in on MY BORING LIFE anyhow...
A friend of Rats and I, who also happens to be the owner of Hotel Skin (a tattoo parlour in Niagara Falls, ON) said she'd show me how to tattoo; if I supply the grapefruit. I have yet to take her up on her offer -though I am truly aching to know everything there is to know about tattooing. I think I could be really good at it and I've suddenly developed a passion for the art.
With that in mind, I have decided NOT to take Journalism this September. Instead, I am considering switching to the Personal Support Worker program come January 2011. I figure a lot of the curriculum applies to learning about tattooing as well. [don't ask me to explain how, just trust me; it does.] Plus, if tattooing isn't my thing after all, I'll have something to fall back on.
OH! I went to the G20 Summit protest in Toronto on the 26th of June. The pictures I took were AMAZING
and Chris got some excellent interviews with protestors, including the International Executive Director of Greenpeace. I thought he was going to write something about it but I don't know now. Either way, cool, cool.
After that we met up with friends at Duffy's Tavern in Toronto to celebrate my 30th with Freedom Denied. I had a killer time and saw some rad people I hadn't seen in yeeeaars.
Speaking of Freedom Denied, I hear they'll be playing their final gig in August @ Sneaky Dee's. More on the exact date and time to come.
*P.S. I think Rats should come to that one if she can find her way to Toronto next month.*
Oh, and I keep forgetting to mention the band Brown Bird. They're a super-cool indie/folk/country/blues/grassroots band, originally from Seattle...now settled in Rhode Island. Their album The Devil Dancing is my new favourite. David Lamb is a brilliant singer/songwriter and they are all supremely talented musicians. Have a listen @ http://www.myspace.com/brownbird/music/playlists.
I don't know what else to write about, unless you want to hear about my tubular ligation. No? Oh, well, then I guess that's it for now folks.
Peace!
Monday, May 10, 2010
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