Dee Lite

A clue. An idea. What's a flower, before it's a flower? What does it look like, what does it do? Let me ask you this. What's your faaaaaaaavorite thing, ever, in the whole world? Better than ice cream, better than a sweet cool breeze through the window on the hottest of hot days? Better than beef jerky, better than finding a $50 in an old pair of jeans? Ok, ok, ok, better than... Let me shy away from being cryptic here. And now, a POEM:

breezes salty graze my cheek
silent rushes touch my skin
then someone kicks up the dust
I sneeze.

i bought a bunch of flowers
they were painted so they turned
the water blue
in the city they sell painted flowers
painted
they turn the water
blue

hopped on my bike
crossed the bridge
let my hair get wet in the rain
locked my bike
went in to dry off
the rain kept raining
tom waitsing the concrete

this was me
i was by myself
having an inner dialogue
i smiled

i said please and thank you

i hopped back on my bike

back across the bridge

a messenger propelled
by silent power
exhilerated finally
making it home

always zipping like a pixel of light

Congratulations

Why is CONGRATULATIONS a word I would like to at all costs avoid? I mean, what else can you say? I asked my Dad this on Sunday, and he said "Good on ya." "Way to go", "Good one". and I was like what, someone get's married and you say "Good for you." ???? So then he says to me "Why do you ask?" and I said, oh, it's just something I was thinking about today, trying to figure out, to which he says " holy geez..GET SOME REST!" To which I laughed people, oh, I laughed. I was TIRED! I had phoned him to wish him a Happy Thanksgiving. I could audibly hear him roll his eyes. "Oh, yeah, that's really.." right up your alley, eh Dad? Really rings your bell eh? Money cannot be eaten people. What the hieeeelll is with the huge WALL STREET bailout anyway right?? People in Detroit are standing on the Bruce Springsteen, John Cougar Mellencamp poor people line, and people with Ferraris get to eat an extra sandwhich for lunch. My rent is late - Hey WORLD BANK bail me out PLAYERS! Money cannot be eaten. But it can be spent! On a $300 dollar feather head piece that I dont even need! Oh yes it can! I totally need to find a reason, ie; make a reason, to wear this thing. It's been sitting on my dresser for two years collecting dust (granted, my feathers are a liiiitttle higher than this one) and it's pretty much just become a novelty piece. That and my 4 inch Zebra heels that make me look like a freaking STORK. 9'12 people. Should I wear them together? Tall Thalia, check please, TAXI! My Dad has been under a little bit of pressure, taking on the world courts for the genocide of the First Nations people. He's also hearing stories about Residential school horrors that are totally taking their toll on him due to the horrifyingly depressing nature and pain that they bring up being that my Dad is perhaps overly empathetic. Pass the salt! Because of these things, I let it slide when I noticed him not really listening to me or paying full attention to our conversation. (I got you Katie. we good sister) I was like "Hey Pops, what are you watching the game or something?" "No. just clicking through." I thought he meant clicking through what I was saying..then I was like HEY! YOU'RE CLICKING THROUGH THE CHANNELS! NOT through what I'm saying. YOU ARE WATCHING TV!!!! HEY!Let's wrap this up like a donair then! Roll it out like a bowling ball! I'm stoked that despite the pressure he is under I can make him chuckle. I mean, don't even get me started, once he starts laughing my Dad style jokes just start flowing 'til he's doubled over with laughter and nearly coughs up a lung.Hey Katie - making Sean, Forde or Dad laugh - What's better? Honestly? The sense of supreme satisfaction it brings. High Rolling Dawg, Big Pimping Player. Why does Snoop Dog use an Umbrella?? FO' DRIZZLE. Only he totally didn't get that one to which I say FLOP!

Father. Time. Beard.

I know that this is how long your beard is by now.
I have been SUCH a slacker. It's that time of year! Scampering like a squirrel? Writing more freehand then tip tap typing away as well. If my computer machine was a tiny little mac baby instead of a giant toshiba beast I would probably carry it with me and update more often. Let's not rest on such mechanical matters, true? We have bigger fish to fry! Such as: It's Autumn in NEW YORK. Honestly, the most beautiful time of year to be here. The leaves are changing, the sky is crisp.It makes me want to listen to orchestral jazz while walking down the street, going to see a play or the opera. Even just sitting outside the Met at night. Looking and listening. It's the romance aspect of my love affair with this city. I was making dinner for the kids on Sunday, in their Park Ave. Apartment, with picture windows overlooking the city. The family was out, except for Owen the 4 year old, who was working on art projects on the table in front of me. We had some lyrical jazz playing and I was joking with him in an Italian accent " Eh, Owen, why you nat a clean up a da mess, den you maka lifa so easy for me ah!?" He would laugh so hard. The food smelled good, the night sky was sparkling, and we were straight chillen. I took a moment to be like "Wow, there is not way that I can 'status update' this feeling." The combination of the city, the kitchen, the music, the love from sweet little Owen. Feeling cosy and at home, in a city I've always wanted to live with a four year old I didn't know just over a year ago. It's actually not a miracle at all, it's just so funny how the simple, natural things can feel so miraculous the moment we recognise them.

Taco Time

Well, someone informed me that my friend and I had our picture posted on a sight called "street boner" (i know.)The caption was "If your wondering what look to go with tonight, how about the smartest, funnest, healthiest people on the planet?" and the rating of Kittens out of 10 was 10 out of 10 Kittens. I smiled pretty big and was stoked. and then I read the pedestrian comments, and they were something like "pink pants needs to eat a burger, or five, and I'm so over her 'middle aged man' hair" "glasses looks like an asian man and who does pinky think she is with her ugly stick legs" it went on and on..shocking me at first, but then I laughed pretty hard later on at the "middle aged man" hair comment since when I brush my hair back like that, my Dad, who looks like Michael Douglas, loves it.. also, why fight nature? My hair does that naturally. I was always teased for being skinny, I guess it still gets peoples goat. Not everyone who is slim has an eating disorder, and not everyone who is slim loves themselves or feels confident. really though, what get's people who leave comments like that IS the confidence. I don't think a secure person would take the time to stir up the pot. I was teased really badly when I was young - I didn't even realise there was a "problem" until I wore my Dad's shorts to school one day (baggy clothes were "in") and everyone started pointing and laughing. That was when I was 9. Now that I'm 30, I don't let it bother me as much. Those who believe, don't know, and those who know....don't need to believe. We all pass judgement in little ways on the day to day, it's natural and it's human. To go the extra step and be venemous, however, is too easy. It doesn't take any extra dosage of wit to say something scathing and sarcastic. It does take an innovative mind to say something positive and constructive, to be funny without harming others. My Dad would say "It takes time to build a bridge; you need a vision, a blueprint, a crew, building materials. It takes only a few seconds to burn a bridge - all you need is a match."

SUMMERTIME

Summer is now in full effect. I have expanded my horizons passed the Lower East Side and East Village - I actually went out in BUSHWICK the other night which was like a christmas miracle. The people in Brooklyn are so chill, stylish and fun. everyone has a bike. My bike was still not fixed so saturday I had the most *r o m a n t i c* double ride ever. I sat on the handle bars. It was a steamy summer evening. I felt like I was 16 in Springfield, Ohio. Last night over at Maggies, our new friend Debbie from California came over. I was like "Hey Ladies! Let's make manifestation collages!" ie. make a collage of everything we are feeling and thinking to attract what we desire. Debbie pops out with "I have my manifestation book with me, I carry it everywhere" Basically, she writes at the top of the page "HOW I FOUND THE PERFECT APARTMENT" and then list 20 ways that it could come about - from the most absurd and outlandish (my cousin moves in next to a widow who has no family in NY and gives him an apartment which he passes on to me) to the more basic (my friend moves to LA and leaves me her keys). This girl has manifested FREE AIRLINE TICKETS. She said to herself "I love travelling too much to have to pay for airline tickets." So she made a manifestation list. Virgin airlines has a system that allows you to add a 'buddy' that is not related (most airlines it has to be a spouse or relative) Debbie did make up for a woman from Virgin and thelady said "I already have someone, but I have friends that don't!" Long story short, she met with the girls friend, some dude, and is now his buddy. She flies for free! Every now and then, they meet for dinner, or chat on the phone, but that's it. It came from the manifestation list. The point is to get the imagination and energy rolling out in all different directions, so that the universe opens up the options and various ways that something may be available to you. OUr feelings and desires create the current of the river. That's what 'get out of your own way' means. Feel, project, and let the UNIVERSE DELIVER. Expect the unexpected.

Parts

I have been a free bird for the month of July. Visitors have been coming in rotation from Montreal. My bike's back tire needs to be replaced, but while it was rolling it was paradise - love love love crusing the city on wheels. It's amazing how just a little physical activity can make ALL the difference in the world. Since the tire has been out of order my bike misses me and I miss it. I'm dog/cat sitting for my friend Maggie right now, who's visiting her man in Georgia. Walking Kafka feels pretty amazing - a lovely female strolling down the block with a wolf look alike in the inner city can never be a bad ting. I feel like some kind of goddess warrior that came to deliver a message to the people, and that's how people look at me. Kafka is such a good dog. When Maggie was in Costa Rica 3 years ago, he was a stray puppy who followed her around everywhere - so she took him to the vet, got him all his shots, and brought him back to NY. I'm staying at her place so that Kaf and the two cats, buttons and bigsby, don't get lonely. They love human company. Even though my house is not far, when I'm there and they're here I can feel them wondering where we are. Today is the most glorious sunny summer day. Totally flawless. I've started doing PARTS modeling - For Hands, Feet and Legs. I suppose I'm doing full modeling as well - only I joined an agency called PARTS as well, that is specifically for parts of course. It really tickles my funny bone. I'll be laughing all the way to the bank once I book one of the gigs. An advert like this one pays about $4grand. Not even kidding. Per finger. I had a casting yesterday for the 'shoe show' in August. I'll let you know how that pans out! I figure I'm a shoe in.. I've been getting hype on the HUNA and Ho'oponopono(the Hawaiian Code of Forgiveness) lately. My Dad introduced me to HO'OPONOPONO and I started looking into it a little deeper because I felt I needed to sprinkle more of it into my life. So I discovered it comes from HUNA


The Seven Principles of Huna


IKE -The world is what you think it is
KALA -There are no limits, everything is possible
MAKIA -Energy flows where attention goes
MANAWA -Now is the moment of power
ALOHA -To love is to be happy with
MANA -All power comes from within
PONO -Effectiveness is the measure of truth

Lay Dees

So the cosmos have aligned this past week in such a way that it has been unlimited girl time non-stop. First I met this nature sprite on a boat We have not seperated since - she's my new bestie. Then this button bear came over from Montreal, bringing a ball of sunshine Though if we had been as relaxed as she is in this picture I would feel a little more bouncy at this point. This woman can shop. We were in Beacons Closet for 4 hours on Saturday. I thought I was going to collapse. To be fair though, the place is thrift vintage paradise. It's kind of impossible not to go bonkers. I can have patience for those that don't live here. There are certain things that just need to be done. Like find 90s hip hop R'n'B Dancehall and dance like it's 99' every single night. My friends Johnny and Sugar joke that Beacons Closet is better than any bar or club for meeting cute girls, so their theory was that if they just filled up their flasks and hung out there that they would have better "luck". That explains why Sugar was with us for the entire four hours. Not because of shopping stamina. I just got a call from this badass. He phoned to tell me he thinks I'm a dork. In a nice way. It's so easy to fall in love with a guy that reminds me of my brother. Honestly. My greatest loves have naturally emmulated qualites that mirror my Bro and my Pops. Shout out to my sis Katie, knowhumsayin? I miss Barry. I can announce it because no matter what I say or do B loves me for who I am. He thinks everything I do is cute or dorky or quirky or belongs in a Lemony Snicket movie. He is one of those people who instantly got me and that is so special and so rare and it makes me ache abit. Overall I am just thankful. I have some amazing people in my corner and that's a big blessing.

Lapdance

There are these overweight hip hop producer/guys on parole/ dudes that live in my building. They mention "lapdance" about every 10 minutes if i EVER hang out or have a drink with them, it's LAPDANCE, give us a LAPDANCE. My phone rang late last night or should I say early this morning, needless to say i didn't answer, and the message this morning was "Hey Sarah, it's STATIK, come down here and give us..." (wait for it..) "a lapdance." Uggh. puke! Reflecting on the whole proposition gives me the willies! I mean, seriously folks, are we living in a cave? I don't even go down there into that basement anymore, it literally is a cavernous abyss. At first i was stoked when he showed me the studio, i thought we would be able to work on some music, i mean, clearly, that would cross my mind. Then i came to the staunch realization that i would rather make music with a mouse tap dancing on a tin can beside a garbage heap then have to put up with hearing the word LAPDANCE over and over again. My main goal is to work with people who I have a good feeling from, and we are able to communicate,and you know, collaborate in a healthy way. I did an awesome photo shoot last week and met a producer who has already started working on tunes for an EP that we will record starting next week. It shouldn't be too much to ask that courtesy and kindness be a pre requisite to any working relationship. I mean, I expect for my time, he will not only work hard on our songs, but also give me a LAPDANCE, without my having to ask. It's all I can think about really, like clockwork, when is this guy going to give me a LAPDANCE? and will my honey boo soon stop being so busy and make some more time to come over here and give me a LAPDANCE, LAPDANCE, LAPDANCE? Oh would you look at the time! i gotta bounce. LAPDANCE!

Landscapes

The lanscape of the mind is so important. What's the view? Is the garden being tended? Is it a highway scenario, concrete jungle, or green pastures? I love watching movies with landscapes - Lord of the Rings for example. I just find them so relaxing and soothing. The weather in NYC has been for the past week humid and misty with rain at night. On the news they said there was a fight in the beauty salon and maybe it was because "of all these bad hair days we've been having." It's silver misting out there. Which is why what's happening in the mind is so important. it is really so crucial to watch what we think and say because we create the landscape of what is happening in our daily lives by virtue of our script writing capabilities. Now more than ever. One of the little girls I babysit was diagnosed with Swine Flu. I saw that one coming! The Dad was googling it, finding out who had it, stressing about it, vocalising his worry, discussing the gravity of it. All I said was "It's just a regular flu that has been blown out of proportion." She's better now. The brother and sister were also fine. I just watched it all go down and refused to participate in becoming a point of attraction. All those hokey cliches like "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade!" Is where I'm at. When people ask me why I'm smiling, I don't usually answer, but I think to myself, it's because I have chosen to cherish every moment of my life, because I have chosen to be in graditude. Behind my smile is a serious tone. I'm serious about choosing joy, because crisis is imminent and this time of carefree freedom could perhaps be short. So I embrace the ambiguity of the moment with a lilt in my gait. Yes, a spring in my step. SHALAMAR is also helping tremendously. Make every night, A NIGHT TO REMEMBER!

New York Minute

I realise that it has been an insanely long time since I've updated. I keep getting older and high school girls stay the same age. - L-I-V-I-N man. Went to CANADA and had a blast with the friends and family - one of the major highlights being Katie's surprise show up fly in from Vancouver. Wow. we bonded like it was 2003. We were joined at the fingertippy top from start to finish and I can't begin to tell you what a gift this was - I am elated, grateful, stoked and honored. and still a little hungover.( Kid, kid.) We had some major laughs and were on the same page. Katie drove Mom's honda around and we practically lived in that car. Willaru was visiting from PERU, giving teachings and essentially just amping up the energy all around in an amazing way. My previous language student, Aya, from Japan, who also happens to be clairvoyant and can see my guides and angels rolled into town for two days and linked up with us all the put the icing on the cake. She shared tremendous insight about each of us and assisted in the shift and healing that took place between Katie and I. Talk about DIVINE TIMING. I had some sweet bonding time with Drew as well who I haven't bro'd down with in about a year. The whole trip was a gift of love and light refreshing and motivating me to take the next steps and let the world know that it's ON! I came back to the city and had this nice package waiting for me in the wings. Sweet! Found a great new roomate just in the nick of time too - 5 day crunch time styles. Ran into a good friend I haven't seen and made some serious peace to add wind to the flight. Let it go and let it flow is what the masters would say and that's what I've been doing, watching it all work out in beautiful ways better than perhaps I had imagined. Had a wierd crazy guy send me some hate mail because I didn't choose him for the apartment, and I will go so far as to say that even that is part of the gift - an opportunity to send love to a lost soul while realising how blessed and protected I truly am. Just chilling out, keeping it nice and mellow and watching love come my way in an unexpected way. Cool! Ok, that's enough mush for us all to marinate in for one day - I promise my next post will be a hilarious story that I've been bustling to tell you - and you wont grow a FATHER TIME BEARD by the time I post it. It will be pronto yo! Wiracocha Players.

Blues Fest

Ok - wow. First just let me say that if I knew how to do anything in the realm of blogland - k, ok, I know how to do some things - but if I knew how to post links to other peoples blogs this is the first one I'd send you to http://raidthafridge.blogspot.com/
Nicola Jane Youngs - never fails to amuse me and leave me in a state of natural marvel. also I'd send you to my sister Katies http://www.fanglifegem.blogspot.com/ because she's a stunner and there are sure to be a couple of shots of her up there and it makes me feel pretty awesome to say that we're related - like - hyper related - we're sisters Guy, so get in line. Spring is here and that is a great feeling. I've been drinking more water than anything else and doing Yoga which is also a god feeling. typo not to be fixed what what. Reading, going to bed early - and when up having backyard brooklyn jam sessions that give me perma grin and make me feel like I'm in a barn in Almonte. That's an owl from the town of Almonte. Truly. Katie and our family used to live off higway 5 on the Indian River. There was a waterfall running through right on our land. I was nearbye a couple of summers ago and wanted to pop by to vist but got too choked up - that place is ferngully - A place that belongs to no one, and needed to be passed on. On a side note, I watched that movie when I was 14, on acid, and it changed my entire perspective of life the world and the universe, also perhaps playing a great part in the reason why people call me a "hippie". I had also watched a Janet Jackson video on acid once and it disturbed me to no end with it's overt sexuality - I thought it was a joke - it was frightening, called "Do you want this". The answer is no. and for the record, I don't do acid anymore, but saw no real reason that I should hide it from you. In July, the Blues Fest comes to Ottawa - an outdoor music festival that should honestly just be called Fest, since it has 4 main stages and a number of smaller stages, and so many bands and musicians play that it can't just be classified as Blues. Last year I saw Lucinda Williams, Donna Summer, Snoop Dog, Widespread Panic, The Wailers - to name a few. People get these wristbands - that are fairly easy to "share" and "swap". Outside, balmy weather in the valley full of lakes and greeness, kicking it with all our friend. PARADISE PARADE. My peeps that are still back in Ottawa - hey, and even ones that dont live there anymore - are already speculating over the line up and getting passes. so far Arcade Fire (who I went to High School with) and Mary J (who I sang during HS) are confirmed. I just know it's going to be nuts. Gonna get my seester out here to the Nyc for a week bfor roadtripping down there. Thinking our good gal Maggie will drive, and perhaps we can get her on one of the stages to rock a few of her songs. A friend of a friends Dad books all the artists, and this friend of a friend shares the same September 13th birthday as I, so, being a "hippie" I figured we'd send over her "Kit" and it'd be a shoe in. It's looking like next year at this point though since it's all booked up. Leavin you with Maggie and Johnny, the lovely singers above that warm my heart and call the light from my soul - yeah yeah! Peace Out yall - happy springing from the hip hop hippie.

Slacker

I've been really slacking on the posts since the home net connection is feeble or i've been travelling. I just got back from Paris! Flew home First Class, in the first seat in the middle row. Once I figured out how to maneuver the high tech chair it was essentially paradise. The flighties hooked me up with one of those tv's so I could watch whatever, kept the delicious sauv a flowin' and basicially pampered me with appetizers, meals and a sundae "go on, have some fudge...and some nuts..go on" > I watched 'Burn after Reading' and LAUGHED MY HEAD OFF hooollllyyy moly that's one funny movie. Dude. and I was in the most comfy chair getting waited on by these so nice 1st class people. They're called flight attendants. I would have stayed on that plane another 5 hours - easy. I was in Economy on the way to Paris and I was ready to snap. The seat was big enough for a cabbage patch doll It was a little tricky. I had three blankets - one over my head, one over my middle, and one to cover the legs. pretty ridonkulous. I am glad to be back in Brooklyn. To sleep in my own bed. Paris is incredible though. It's everything people say it is - maybe more. It's such an old, antique city, with epic views and picture perfect moments.