Circle on the Sidewalk

Teenagers

2011-01-12T10:57:00.000-08:00

I love Taylor Swift. I think she is so poised, graceful, intelligent and articulate. She writes her own songs which are a perfect mix of infinite cheese and poignant observation. I can only handle so much, I mean, I won't listen to her all day. She get's a shout out though for sure. My 14 year old sister, Alura, loves her. Which makes total sense - she can listen all day and it could not get old. My confession is that I listen to a lot of Enya. It puts most other people to sleep, but I think it's relaxing background music, uplifting in an angelic way. I've been sort of banned being the DJ at my Aunt's because I played Enya once when we were reading our Fairy Cards It's not like I would play nothing else! I do have very eclecctic tastes. While we're on the topic of the WU, let's just discuss, how talented is the RZA? He's on Judd Appatow's comedy writing team, does the score for many films and is just a general GA EEN YUS! yow! That warms my heart, just knowing the depth and intelligence of such a ghetto crew. Their whole philosophy is really something else, they are real leaders in terms of collective consciousness. I'm going to take Lucy, the dog, for a walk now. I promise (Julia, Katie) to update this on the regular now. Love me. Love you.

Clown Water

2010-11-14T17:59:00.000-08:00

Had a little chat with Barry Walsh the other night and he told me he had "crawled home on the clown water" , and the next day the local homeless dude congratulated him on his wonderful time at which point he decided it mght be time to take a little break from the old clown water.
It took a minute for it to click in how utterly bang on and hilarious that name is. When it actually did sink in it was like a revelation. Of course. Clown water. I was so busy trying to picture whether he actually did "crawl" home, or if he was "crawling" or "on the crawl" as an expression - it took a minute to dawn on me how genius cw is. Calling it that makes it so simple to describe and that much less desireable(or more, depending on the effect your going for).I mean, if upping the clown quotient is what I am going for, yes, bring on the clown water. Let's face the facts that this is not a picture of your typical clown, nor would you use this image to describe "clown". in other words, clown water won't bring you closer to her or closer to looking anything like that type of clown. What the heck am I ambling on about? or was it rambling. oh yes. clown water.

Working

2010-09-30T22:14:00.000-07:00

One highly advanced being recently told me he drank wine to warm his bones. Once. A glass.
and:

Fresh. Children. Pure. Babies. Can someone stop me? before LIFE takes over??? kidding... kid...ing...love is everything.

Hover Craft

2010-09-07T12:46:00.000-07:00

I've been doing the one day at a time no drinking thing. It can be tedious. I like to drink! And there is always a reason. A going away party. a birthday. a you're on vacation, c'mon! you're back from vacation. welcome back. so and so is leaving. have another. sigh. the benefits from abstaining are obvious though. radiant skin. heightened creativity. more time to browse the internet in search of easy to watch TV series' from the 80s and 90s. Old TV shows have been keeping me cozy and saving me from myself. I leave the house everyday to teach, which is enjoyable, I truly do value all of my students company and I do like teaching. When class is over I am pretty stoked to run home knowing what's waiting for me when I get there. I get so cozy, and I have the best sleeps. It's important to understand I am not a big TV watcher. I've just been getting into it recently after about an 18 year hiatus, and it is quite nice. I don't feel an obligation to do anything but just sit and enjoy. Read, write, teach, sit, enjoy, repeat. Which is just perfect for the moment.

Timelessness

2010-09-01T11:52:00.000-07:00

It has been quite awhile there folks. I've mentioned before that I do not have a tiny little air book - my computer is a massive dinosaur.
So it makes it a little tricky to write while in transit. Except for little fake book updates like "In NY. Holler." or "Montreal Je T'aime. C'est quoi le mot le gros?" Right. I am back in Lima. With an abundance of energy and verve, despite the grey, because I have made the clear decision to leave.
Knowing that I am just here to sort of "wrap things up" makes it all the more relaxing and a million times less stressful.
I don't need a clairvoyant to tell me that there are possibly a plethora of other options waiting for me. though a clairvoyant did tell me that. so I am going to visit a good friend in Bali and then probably go to Spain and France before I move back to Canada. and if one more person asks me if I've ever read EAT, PRAY, LOVE or THE NANNY DIARIES (or seen either, for that matter) I just may have to swear off both for life. is that so wrong? Besides I'd much rather see 17 AGAIN again. and again. and again. and again.
Kind of all over the map, I know. But doesn't that just sort of "fit"? The whole "all over the map" business? It's the University of life. Do it while I can. Get it while it's hot. Ok so that picture of Mother Mary reading a book to a baby that looks like a middle aged man is NOT hot, but you get the picture right? Catch my drift? Get what I'm saying? Pick up what I'm putting down? I'm putting it down. Are you picking it up? Can you hear my tone? Let's face it. This is just a kind of ramble to let "you" know that I am still here. and that "this" is possible. now something to balance out the painting with the baby man. Happy September! My birth month. and how!

GURU

2010-04-20T08:24:00.000-07:00

Life imitates art. What kind of allegory finds legendary MC GURU (Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal) departing his present physical existence at such a young age - with his friend and partner MC SOLAR standing by his side? GURU defined as "one who dispels darkness of ignorance" or "teacher". In Sanskrit, GU means darkness and RU means light. Solar being just as it sounds - sun, light, the life giver - energy source, preceding from the light. The names Guru and Solar not only go well together, they represent something profound in these changing times, times of prophecy. The kind of names that suggest a reason, an answer or some kind of guidance towards something more powerful. Titles that suggest ETERNAL BEING. Life eternal? Guru did live up to his name in many ways with his lyrics - from the album STEP IN THE ARENA: "It means I find my mind can excel to, a greater type of thought, brought by the things that I've been taught, in relation to things that I rebel to - divine and combined, with a sense of confidence" or "Original invincible, that's how I'm looking at it, I use my rhymes like a glock automatic, any means necessary, I'm going all out, before the rains bring the nuclear fall out ... now for my people out there I got a question - can we be the soul controlers of our fate, now who's gonna take the weight?"...
I'm not to up on his falling out with Premier (have a feeling it had SOMETHING to do with money, in one way or another)I just know that SOLAR became his right hand man/ production partner, and in the last year of his life, his best friend and entire family. Regardless, GURU is an epic MC who inspired me on so many levels. My Dad used to laugh with amazement when he would drive me to school and I'd be singing along to EVERY SINGLE Gang Starr lyric. How could I NOT end up rapping, with those beats and lyrics that I knew an understood so well in my head? I was blessed to meet GURU after a show in Ottawa. I dropped some lyrics from "GIRL WHADDYA WANT?" and he started bowing down! "You remember my lyrics better than I do!" I was about to walk away and he was like "Wait, I want to thank you. You just gave me such a boost! You just lifted me up! It's for you that I'm still doing this - people like you that honestly get the music, feel the music, and keep it with them - it certainly aint for the money! There's no money left in it for me!" I was like, holy shit are you kidding me? You're my hero and my biggest inspiration - I mean, I have other favorite MCs (NAS, Q-TIP, OUTKAST) that have influenced me - I just always felt a very specific connection with GURU. It made sense that I would be standing there talking to him, that he would give me a big heartfelt hug and thank me for being there. He was telling me about how he doesn't even touch a drink or drug anymore, that it makes him act crazy - get into fights and do things that he would for sure regret later. He seemed like someone that really wanted to communicate about where he was at and I felt alot of sincerity and kindness in his vibe. I also felt that alot of things were weighing him down. He had a certain sadness about him, a roughness in his voice that comes from grief, a blockage in the throat chakra. When news of his death came today it caught alot of people by surprise. It was semi-known that he wasn't well, and that SOLAR was by his side. It's my wish that he didn't isolate himself, or block out those that love him due to pride. Whatever the case, the burden he was carrying in the last years of his life weighed him down and became too much for his body to handle in this life. April is a beautiful time to pass on to the other side. Years ago, the same group of friends that I listened to GURU with lost a friend of ours as well in April '98 - Donald Neil. I hold them both in my heart and cherish them as eternal, light beings.

Salty

2010-04-09T17:42:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking about salt all afternoon. In fact, I think about salt alot. Not directly - though it's always there in my subconscious. Like, really there, everpresent. It dictates my meal choices. And whether or not I say yes to a movie. It all started with a friend of mine responding to some helpful critism with "Thanks for rubbing salt on my wound." To which I said "Salt is one of the earths greatest healing properties." She found this oddly soothing. Which got me googling salt. I found this: Salt has healing properties. It kills most germs on contact. It burns when it hits a raw spot, but is very effective in cleansing a wound so it can heal. "Don't rub salt in my wounds", is a statement often heard when a person is hurt from good advice. I also found this: What is a salty person? Life always adds new meanings, and flavor to words. It has its extremes and what it accepts as a norm.

"Don't ever go fishin" with that fellow ... he is too salty." When the group thinned out I asked one of the old timers what it meant to be too salty. That means a person who takes too many risks while fishing in the ocean. (The Colonial was known for fishing in the white water of the surf in his boat.) It is very dangerous because if the boat falters just a moment it will be swamped, turned over, and that brings danger of drowning. People who are willing to take such risks are called "salty".

I had a NY summer romance when I was still living in Brooklyn. His name was Charlie. He was really cute and he gave me a pink balloon he found on the street 'a la' summer city street style, to match my pink pants. He kept saying "You're sweet." To which I'd reply "I'm not sweet, I'm salty!" Then he'd correct himself and be like ok, ok! you're salty! I was really adamant about it - like, don't confuse me with sweet! If there is one thing that I know about myself, it's that I'm salty. salty, salty, salt of the earth. And I wouldn't change it for the world.

Avatar

2010-03-09T07:02:00.000-08:00

Yo yo yo! In Spanish that's Me me me! So I guess that's what it's been all about for the past 2 months while I've totally ignored my throngs of fans who await my musings of literal genius...ok, so I have 4 fans. Maybe 3. The point is, I have not been purposely ignoring you dudes, nor my ability to keep this entertaining - I've sort of just been gypsy'ing around. In the past 2 months I've gone from Brooklyn, Ny - Aspen, Colorado, BACK to Brooklyn, across the bridge to Manhattan (that counts) on a plane to San Diego, Ca, from SD - LA, LAX - Lima, Peru. Since then a whole bunch of little beaches and cute little neighborhoods - only I didn't bring my wagon with me - people get the wrong idea here. I mean, in NY it's totally "style" to wear a shirt with rips everywhere and never wash your jeans. Here people are like "were you attacked by a dog? were you trampled by a wild mob?" Someone said to me the other day "You are no Gypsy girl" (and everyone here pronounces it wrong - they say g like girl instead of g like Jeans...)and I'm like, what do you mean I'm not a Gypsy? because I don't look like this? Yeah, maybe, but wait until you see my room. It looks like this: SO, though I may look like like THIS: my thoughts, which you can't see,probably look like THIS: It doesn't mean I'm not THIS: which I sort of totally almost always forever am,(!) since GYPSY is a state of mind and a way of being more than a look..A gypsy is a mystic, a traveller, a musician, someone who uses their ingenuity and charm to find a way and get out of a bind, someone who understands the powers of the universe, and is misunderstood by the mainstream, mechanical, materialistic soceity. A Gypsy always has a story, a crystal, a vision, and is ready for adventure - for a gypsy, linear time is fictional, something to be played with. Ok, but enough "floro" "comi un loro". The truth is I got the tattoo on a whim, and just wanted something with a G, and my little sister Katie, talked me OUT of Giver' (thank GOD). She called me and was like "Gypsy - get GYPSY- it's so Fleetwood Mac, it's so you.." Not much more needed to be said "It's so fleetwood mac, it's so you"..My boyfriend at the time, who was with me, thought I was NUTS! (and he's got tattoos, and is pretty spontaneous) anyway, after he and I broke up and I'd moved away, months down the line, he called me and said "you know Sari, I thought you were nuts at the time, but the more I think about it, the more time passes - I realised it really suits you Sari, and you're not so crazy afterall."

Obviosity

2010-01-05T16:28:00.000-08:00

So the main major obvious thing here is that I have not been very vigilant on the upkeep of this blog shiz. shlop on me. Not Flop, not shame, but shlop. Shlop away. "Sometimes I feel like such an asshole for the thoughts I think." Said Maggie, this morning, which made me laugh. Haven't we all felt that way? Any of us golden hearted few with self-reflection capabilities? Yeah. That's what I thought. Yo Katie, Clock in ALMONTE what whaaaat!!!!? Katie has said,"Sarah, if you can make it in Lima, Peru, you can make it anywhere!!" And I was like, ummm, Lima was a cakewalk for me. If I can make it in Almonte, Ontario, at JR'S family restaurant, and survive WING NIGHT - then yes, I CAN make it anywhere.

Dee Lite

2009-10-30T13:43:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-13T16:02:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-06T11:44:00.000-07:00

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

2009-08-13T11:52:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-29T09:59:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-16T08:48:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-25T08:08:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-17T08:43:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-12T06:49:00.000-07:00

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

2009-05-28T18:47:00.000-07:00

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

2009-04-06T08:20:00.000-07:00

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

2009-03-24T11:03:00.000-07:00

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.

Of a Lifetime

2009-02-22T19:03:00.000-08:00

Dreams are for those who sleep. Says a song. though I was thinking that this would be the blog of a lifetime, a once in a blue moon winning lottery ticket. kismet. serendipity. a fluke. a four leafer. pandoras box. the greaat beyond, bed bath AND beyond. atraiyu. chinese new year. money in a little red enevelope, a shiny one, fabricd for the lions mouth. The truth is plain to seem, seeing as it seems. "depart not from the path which fate has you assigned" says a fortune cookie, on the desk of my Dad in his makeshift office, I insisted I gave it to him, he says how could he not keep it after finding it. true story. cut copy. future sex love sounds. smashed disco balls, self storage the picture, the logo - self storage indeed. cold is the sun. will they meet again one day. far away soc lose, soc lose.
turks and caicos, wild as a turkey, roses like a gypsy in the wind. he surfed.

Puppy Daniels

2009-02-10T17:40:00.000-08:00

It is starting to warm up here in the big apple and let me tell you that is a miracle it feels like winter has been going on FOR EV ER! Why are us city people such bigger whimps to the elements? I'm writing songs. I'll be recording next week in a studio, as well as meeting with a couple bands to see which one will be mine. I am so ready. I'm one of those idiots that goes to see a band and makes faces at how mediocre the vocal sounds through the mic or how little to no stage presence the singer has and then i'm like 'whoa, snap out of it! go do your thing girl! stop screw facing the ones who are!'(inner dialogue)
I've also come to the obvious realization that the only guys I am truly interested in are either famous or hugely successful - so what good would it do me to be a fan without fans? It's so easy for me to attain fans, it's just in my nature, so it would make sense that I would go on ahead and do that instead of being a groupie - which just never suited me. I'm saying this in most realistic of ways - by no means am I tooting my own horn - believe me, I've been a fan (New Kids anyone?? Rachel Ray anyone? 15 years later? Thank you - aint' no shame!) I've also had them - and it's because when I go up there, I radiate the love of my family and natural joie de vivre to the audience. They love me because I love
being up there and I truly appreciate every second of it - I bring that energy to the people, so in a way, they're not even a fan of me, but a fan of the feelings that are evoked.
I listen to the cheesiest music when I am alone. Mostly 80s but alot of 70s and 90s too. Christopher Cross. Doris Day. Gloria Estefan. Jon Secada. Enya. When I lived in Lima they had a radio station called 'Musica que Tracende' - Music that transports you. Played exactly what I wanted - Old Madonna, Peabo Bryson. Pretty killer. A friend of mine recently refreshed me with some Aimee Mann - Voices Carry - I cannot get enough of that song now that I actually understand the words!! I used to think it said "Oh oh, keep it downtown, plus it's scary" or something along those lines. Now I know that it's "Hush hush, keep it down now, VOICES CARRY." I am bedazzled. As a vocalist I have one of those voices that naturally projects. That week, before hearing the song, a few of my friends said Hey Sarah, I can always hear you before I see you! Which is somewhat embarrasing to me since I always feel I am at regular volume. As my Dad used to say "We're right here - we're right here!" Voice Carry indeed. But the song is also about a guy trying to subdue the girls nature - telling her to 'keep it down' but also telling her to keep her feelings inside. I think the whole point is that we can only be who we are and the changes that we make must be within reason. We all have to follow our hearts if we want to be happy.
In many ways, the easiest way for everyone to be happy would be to just do as I say and follow my instructions as closely as possible so we don't encounter any problems here.Sometimes I read these little psychoanalysis blurbs about how children are damaged by their parents bullying and demanding. I'm like ' what about the parents being damaged by the child?' I was a pretty intense child. I knew what I wanted well before 2.

The hips don`t lie

2009-01-30T12:28:00.000-08:00

Do they? Can they? when the hip has had enough, who is the first to know? some say it`s hip to be square. others say `outta my way hipster`. others say their hippies, jaime says, um...om? om hippie om! OR was it home. home. where I wanted it to be. I wanted it but could not have it the dj chose the wrong song. some people think that way, but not I, little bear, not I, little bear. mon petit ourson, lui, il est beau, oui. tellement beau. je craque! tu jasse. cèst parfaitment moliere.

Face Wave

2009-01-22T12:03:00.000-08:00

Oh yeah. I'm surfing the face wave right now, we'll see how long it'll swell, in a haze of invisible gingerbread wafting through the air like a ghost of christmas past:

Listening to Old Soul - they blast it on the corner in my petite ghet tto hood. "it's been a long time comin'...but i know A CHANGE GON' COME.." soo nice hearing the spirit from a bygone era blast below the train bridge adding to the delapitated surroundings - defying timelines. the eroding truth exposing the beauty all around us.the thoughts and feelings of all who cross, have crossed and will continue to cross - until he who held the cross crosses back over as though it was all a figment of humanities imagination.

Those who don't feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don't drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don't want to change,

let them sleep.

This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
If you want to improve your mind that way,

sleep on.

I've given up on my brain.
I've torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.

If you're not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,

and sleep.

Aaliyah

2009-01-16T12:20:00.000-08:00

Turn me inside out make my heart speak.
Don't want no one else you are all I need.
Personality
in everything you do
Makes me love everything bout you.
Your smile your style so fly I can't deny
I got a crush on you and that's true indeed.
I'm diggin you your makin me believe.

Your love is a one in a million it goes on and on and on
you give me a really good feelin all day long.
Your love is a one in a million it goes on and on and on
you give me a really good feelin all day long.

Interview

2009-01-16T10:48:00.000-08:00

Confession: I have little to no internet connection. Right now I'm cyphoning off of someone who's named their connection FACE. So as long as I can get some FACE, we're good. I'd better hurry up and put up a picture while I'm still in the clear. Happy New Year. I have so much to tell that it's almost impossible to begin - sort of like when you have a pressing appointment that is so important you almost don't make it out the door. Oh look! I need to be there in 10 minutes. Why don't I just boil some water. I've been through quite abit - since the beginning of December, I have been pretty much on the go non-stop. I babysat in Aspen for 11 days, moved from Uptown to Brooklyn, shopped for the apartment and settled in(my roomate gets back from Columbia tommorow)and I mean, I could go through the mundane details but it's really the stuff in between that makes up the interesting parts of the stroy. Don't you love it when I'm being cryptic? Believe me, I'm not trying to be, I just don't know what I can give you at this point short of sounding like a lunatic. I can tell you this: for someone who has gone as long as I have without steady good morning snuggles, I am doing surprisingly well. I am young, full of life, in my prime, and somehow managing to be far from my family, alone for longer than neccesary and I still have a skip in my step. It's quite bizarre - I feel totally tapped in to this endless source of energy, it's like, it won't let me quit, even if I wanted to. I've even been jogging on the regular - even though it's FREEEEZING outside. I'm thankful. I'm also out, for now, so peace love and hippies - see you on the other side.

Greetings

2008-12-18T15:43:00.000-08:00

'tis the season to be jolly. fa la la. fa la la. Right? So I was just sitting here thinking about the meaning of the word Rogue. It sort of sounds like a 1940s word, like, a dude with a blazer, nice shoes and messy hair, with a highball in his hand and a red hanky. oh, what a Rogue. but no, of course, a Rogue is like a renegade, someone on the loose, who escaped offcial FBI duty, someone who went AWOL. The actual meaning, however, is neither. A Rogue is literally a vagrant, a tramp. a dishonest or mischievious person, who may also be likeable. So don't go Rogue during this holiday season. Enjoy it, and be nice, so I can sleep in heavenly peace.

Lost Boys

2008-12-11T17:39:00.000-08:00

Sorry about hanging up on you last time. The heat was not working in my apartment I was also in a fantasy land about a James France Spanish lookalike who worked for a hot shot photographer. I literally slipped into the twilight zone It's hard to write when one is hypnotized by the deep sea netting within their own brain If you need a good laugh in a moment of seriousness - like an 'attack' at a funeral, see MILK, and get prepared for Diego Luna's hair and demeanor - me after too much sherry malt On that note, listen to MIAMI SOUND MACHINE 'Bad Boy' Extended version, in a taxi cab, on your way to Rockerfeller Center.

Look Down from Up

2008-12-07T17:30:00.001-08:00

I was babysitting in the city this weekend. While they were out at church, and I was tidying, I heard a noise from the kids bedroom. I went to see what it was. A hat fell from on top of the dresser, a hard hat, so it made a boom. 'My Angels must have wanted me to come in here for some reason' I thought, 'but for what'. I couldn't think of anything so I went and sat by the window, watching and waiting. Then I looked down. It was a chilly greyish winter morning - no snow yet but no leaves on the trees. Directly below me was someone all bundled up, standing there sketching the Diner across the street. I thought that was what I was meant to see, as a reminder to always look at things through the eyes of an artist. I could see clearly the sketch - the bold color oh shit - I can't continue. I am totally distracted. I will have to pick up where I left off tommorow. You must understand....

Lefrac City

2008-11-30T18:18:00.000-08:00

Some facts about Lefrac. Fom the feeway, the grand opening of this gicantic brick sea of apartments has an elegant 70s jetson christmas type of demeanor, all "easy, elegant living, made easy." in cursive. It did have the appearance of having been quite 'tennis' in it's own time. Only, as I gazed closer, it dawned upon me that it may now be an enirely different story. I mean, this was LEFRAC CITY afterall. Lefrac people, LEFRAC!Yes. A squiggly maze of stories rusting in the glaze of the beating sun in the sands of time. A work in progress, a decapitation of evolution. And yet, mysterious. The mystery of Lefrac. The joy it brought me just in knowing it's name, and a sense of ownership - a knowledge of understanding. Lefrak actually reveals itself in an eery trail of pebbles, a trail strewn in our midsts. How one stands aside, as I drive by, is a whisper in time, a wrinkle in your corporate blazer. I would not shy away from suggesting that lefrac has a say in the evolution, as a prototype perhaps or, a bluebird for our times.Detsiny seems to meet the hands of fate with lefrac as a backdrop>? or is that too strong a statement. maybe lefrac is just a passing notion, a reference to french humour, french-canadien per-aps. What does LEFRK invoke in you?

Gold Lion

2008-11-24T10:18:00.001-08:00

"Two out of work models and a fashion slave
try to dance away the Michelob night.
The bartender poured himself another drink,
while two drunks sat watchin' the fight.
The champ went down, then he got up again,
and then he went out like a light,
he was fightin' for the people."

"Down on the assembly line,
they keep puttin' the same thing out.
But the people today, they just ain't buyin',
nobody can figure it out.
Well, they try like hell to build quality in,
they're workin' hard without a doubt,
they're ordinary people."

True Love

2008-11-12T08:29:00.000-08:00

Believe it or not, Geography plays a part in the way people get to know each other. Being that I lived amour is partout and people are lovey and go out and if that doesn't work there is always a up available - everybody is gorgeous. In South America, there isn't much dating going to have you - they are very cordial and very intense - at . I did forget to mention that I lived for a year in a resort to be emotionally retarded and clueless . They will put ketchup in shoe.Why on earth would you put Ketchup in show? I did mention dwindled to nil. Maybe it's not even a thing. Maybe after being latin I totally call each other and actually meet up. I'm reminding myself to "put all my eggs in one basket" because there are so many people and everyone has options and it's important to be.
I get mean, afterall, I have a routine to put together write. There is rush. I met one , who knows friends and so I may have awesomeness on to him I mean, he's a bad guy. He's cute. Only He said one funny thing. we were Christians and he said "No, we're Canadians." I have a feeling the people (all my guy friends that session, it's inspector giggles abound. It makes me in my life. I also realize however that to have comedic banter chemistry . he's not the funniest. he isn't sexy in his own way. That's why it's always best It's the things that are important to me - more important than things. Humour. of being. Really the whole connundrum is quite funny in itself. It's not even really a connundrum I suppose - observation. such joy just being .

4 44

2008-11-04T09:08:00.000-08:00

4 is the number of Angels. It means, when you see the number 4, or 44, or 444 (etc..) that Angels are watching and guiding the situation. Doreen Virtue says: Number-sequence interpretation is an easy way to receive messages from your angels. Numerals are everywhere, from digital clocks to billboards to license plates. Each number has a unique vibrational frequency relating directly to its meaning.This ancient wisdom harkens back to great teachers such as Hermes, Plato, and Pythagoras. Pythagoras said that everything in the Universe is mathematically precise, and each number has its own vibration, meaning, and virtue". Today is election day in the Excited States of America. The one who is elected will be the 44th President. Today being the 4th of November, I can't help but feel comforted by the numerological aspect. It is a little odd-bod that I woke up this morning with a Canadian commercial tune buzzing through my head "Wake up! Hey Canada wake up! Today is a McCain day! Wake up to McCain!" Humming the tune I suddenly realised what day it was and the nature of the jingles lyrical content. I immediately cleansed myself in the proverbial Gange. The truth is, it is all going to unfold the way it is going to unfold and we will all find out the outcome sooner then later. Another part of the truth is that Chief Seattle, Grandfather William Commanda and Orville Looking Horse are not and have never been part of the running. We are in changing times no matter which way you shake it and when the Mayan calendar talks of endtimes, it means the end of times as we know them. On another note, yesterday was the first day off I've had in about a month. Like, real don't have to do a thing day off. Alycea, my roomate, and I stayed in all day long. At about 1:30 in the afternoon we decided it would be a good idea to watch a movie. I pipe up with "Have you seen the first season of LOST?" She has not, so, I cued it up and warned her that it is highly addictive and we may never leave the house until we have watched the entire season. At 7pm Marcos, her man, walked in, and we were shocked to see that the time had flown by - we were still watching. We invited him to join, with warning, since whenever one episode ends we all say "One more. Just one more." All told we watched 11 episodes, and retired to our quarters just after midnight. I was so blown away, once again, by some of the dialogue, that I announced that I was going to start writing a mini-series this week. "What will it be about?" Marcos and Alycea inquired. To which I replied that it would of course be about a Canadian Girl who moved into a brownstone in Spanish Harlem with a couple, the man from Spain and the girl an American. Having noted earlier that Mathew Fox used to be in the show Party of 5 (which has got to be the stupidest name for a series ever), we also noted that the show would of course be called Party of 3. Since we're on the topic of television, may I remind everyone of the two best shows ever: I can hear the opening tune. That show was genius. Maggie, Fleishman. Doesn't get much better than that. Oh, and of course: Happy 4th of November everybody. Que Sera, Sera. What will be, will be.

City Adventures

2008-10-19T18:09:00.000-07:00

This weekend the kids I babysit stayed in the city for birthday parties. I didn't go to any of them - instead I had a city outing on Saturday, with Alyssa, 5 - I took her to the Childrens Museum on the Upper West Side, and everyone stopped to coo at her because she is the prettiest little chinese girl you ever did see with a pink ribbon in her hair and ribbons on her shoes. A busker on the street even freestyled a blues song to her about her being little miss rock'n'roll "did you drink your orange juice, did you go to school yesterday, did you wear those pretty ribbons, and from your boyfriend run away." It was pretty priceless. Today I took Owen the 3 year old to the same museum - he also happens to be the cutest little boy ever and he just got glasses and has the cutest style - everyone cooed again, while we walked the 4 long blocks to the metro. He fell asleep on the train and I had to carry him off and find a bench to lay him down on - when he is out for naptime, he is out, forget about it. I always assumed everyone would know I am the babysitter, and not the Mom because they are Chinese, but everyone always refers to her as my daughter or to me as their Mom. It's pretty cool strolling around town with them though - I have been wanting to share the city with someone, so we can hold hands and observe things together and be spontaneous - I got my wish, only in a different way. Owen loves trains and askes about a million questions when we are about to get on the subway and the entire time we are on it. One on one time with someone under 6 as we make our way around Manhattan is pretty awesome and even a little bit wild. As soon as we got to the childrens museum today, packed with families and kids everywhere, someone yelled " A baby turned blue, a baby is choking does anyone know CPR???!!!" I looked over and my brain reactors reminded me yes, I know CPR, I took first aid, I practiced on a plastic baby! So I ran over. It was a group of hasidic jews, and they handed me their baby in a frantic, I lay her down on the table and lightly pressed her chest - by the time I had her, she was a little shaken, but breathing again and the color quickly returned to her cheeks. I was shaken as well, as everyone thanked me profusely, and Owen, who had just woken up from his nap, grabbed my hand to go play. I was surprised the people at the Childrens Museum didn't know first aid, or anyone in the giant family. I was just happy that I could help. So that's my weekend. My week is days of work, and nights of play, since I don't really have a weekend. Wednesday was an amazing night - I ran into this dude that I think is so great and haven't seen in 7 years, and he was with this other dude that I know by name and face but never in person though I've wanted to meet him. and there they are, standing there together, while I'm having the best time and it was a shock and abit of a scene from a movie. Then one of them grabbed me by the hand, and took me to this other place that I've always wanted to go to but could never find - it was a whirlwind though I've been grinning ever since. I don't know what will come of it, but I am learning that this city knows how to deliver all that you need exactly when you need it if you will just let it.

Cherokee Birthday for Sean

2008-10-15T06:42:00.000-07:00

Down in the edge of the woods a grapevine swings back and forth in the dappled sunlight. Two squirrels, young ones, spend time swinging on the vine, chasing each other up and down and crossing from tree to tree. Their obvious joy in simply being alive in good to watch. We seldom do anything with great joy. Most of us are animated only when it serves a purpose - not a genuine enthusiasm. We are too full of ifs and oughts to find a reason to rejoice. Sometimes a change can jar us into awareness of life, and that life is intended to be much simpler than what we make it. Now we are in a season of mellow breezes and a slower pace. If only we can move out of fear and be able to enjoy life minute by minute. "Your Children wish to refresh your memory. They think you have forgotten the promises made them." - Chiefs and Warriors, Ottawan and Chippewas

Elizabeth

2008-10-10T08:45:00.000-07:00

Ps. It's Elizabeth McDonalds birthday today. Thompson, sorry. That's her last name because she married Scott. She is offically an American citizen now. She was approved yesterday! Of course...I am very happy for her. We've known each other since we were 4 years old.
We have been friends for 26 years. Though we have lived seperate lives for much of the time, we have always remained close, and that is such a blessing. We still look pretty much the same as we did when we met. so we can't really complain about getting older, since we both have young faces. and big hearts. H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y Elizabeth. I love you and am thinking of you. "Pythagoras, the Greek philosopher and mathematician, believed 10 to be a magical number because it is the result of the addition of numbers one to four, considered to be the basis of all reality. It also contains the energies of the primary numbers 1 to 9."

East

2008-10-10T07:49:00.000-07:00

Ok. I'll put up a real post this time. I simply have been too busy. I am about to head to the hamptons for the weekend to babysit Claire (20 months) Owen (4) and Alyssa (5). The minute I get there to the moment I leave my energy and time is totally devoted to them.
I need to do this though - blog, write, something creative - it keeps me sane, and on track with my purpose. I was working so much last week, I seriously contemplated what the hell I was actually doing here. I was losing sight of why I came. Why did I come to New York? I kept asking myself. Why did I come to New York Why did I come to New York Why did I come to New York Why did I come to New York Anytime I forget, I just get off the train at E79th, and walk down to E 71st...and I look at the stone apartments, with morning glories, angel and lion engravings..I walk over to Central Park and sit there and imagine. Imagine and ponder, and look around at the natural beauty of the park, which usually overwhelms me. I realised that if I don't do that for myself, at least twice a week, I will slip into the darkness of why's. Holler at me Sean - that's a shout out to my big Bro. It's his Birthday on Wednesday, so they'r'll be a special post for him then. I am going to dedicate myself to more writing and more open mic slam poetry readings, and posting videos and songs. Basically infusing myself with constant reminders of what I have to offer the city and what the city has to offer me. I did come here for a reason other than the obvious primal ones. Which are annoying actually, because I can't get my plump active grape heart to dry up into a raisin just long enough to keep me focused on something else Or at least pour me a glass of wine.

Bounch

2008-10-08T21:03:00.000-07:00

Bounce misspells the cast has been broken. As I am, a crisp breeze snaps open the morrow like the first bite of a candy apple now I'm stuck unstuck this tune. whistle. whistling dixie cups as the train whines in the distance we learn a blue rodeo song un a kurt vonnegaut book from another galaxy, no man, no country, not yet november. "Drive faster" she said, it was nightime she held something out the window, a wish from another era. Doomsday parades never made sense then now they do even less but it's come upon them new comers sound their horns in sanskrit, only in sanskrit. sandpaper scrapes I kissed a cat and I liked it, furry, sandpaper licks and scrapes. There is no boredom that can't be escaped don't let yourself get back those caveman ways. strike me, type it, tap it or tank. faucets running with muddy waters. rejoice.

Rushsshshshanhah

2008-09-30T05:58:00.000-07:00

Wisconsin

2008-09-21T19:26:00.001-07:00

I still have not figured out how to post a video. And for anyone who wonders why I won't be updating as frequently - I just started two new jobs - spent the weekend nannying 3 kids in the Hamptons and tommorow I start proofreading and translating at a publishing house (yay) So my cure for the unfrequent updates will be quick blurbs in the realm of what I trouve to be hilarity. You must google/youtube this video (someone tell me how to post videos) Oh, most of this song is in a cher like synth voice. Painfully delightful. for now - here are the lyrics - there are no typos, this is how they are sung. Absorb. Marvel. Enjoy. Listen, Watch, Repeat.

T Pain feat Lil Wayne - Can'T Believe It

(she make me feel so good better than i would by myself or if was with somebody else)
(she make the people say yeah,yeah)

I can put you in the log cabin somewhere in Aspen
Girl ain't nothing to the pain and trickin if you got it what you askin....for
Put you in the mansion somewhere in Wiscansin
Like i said ain't nothing to the pain we can change are last name what happnin?
Cause you look so good
Tell me why you wanna work here? I put you on the front page of a king magazine,but you gon get yourself hurt hurr
Eh,baby i bought you in the back just to have a conversation
Really think you need some venalation
Lets talk about yoooh & meeee

She make the people say yeahhh,yeahhh,yeahhh (synth voice)_
She hit the main stage she make the people say yeahhh,yeahhh,yeahhh (synth voice)

I could put you in the condo
All the way up in Toronto
Baby put you in the furcoat ridin the Murciélago
I put you in the beach house
right on the edge of Costa Rica
Put one of em lil flowers in your hair have you looking like a fly mamacita
(fuego)

P.S.

2008-09-16T20:09:00.000-07:00

I wont leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
Dont lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

Rhoad Tardland

2008-09-16T18:58:00.000-07:00

Yeah. Oh yeah. How was my birthday? It's still sinking in. Being that I'm in the middle of such a big transition - people are like 'Wow, 30, how was it? It's supposed to be a big one - a big party!' Is it? Was it? There is a sense of relief that it has come and gone. A quaint NYC dinner in the East Village, at a Peruvian place, with some close girfriends. Wine. Some people coming and going. Met a babe who totally was my type and then let him go to catch up with the girls without exchanging numbers. Tall, Latin, Hip Hop Gentleman - mature, classy.
We were walking arm and arm, me singing, him on rhythm control, when I unleashed his arm and ran ahead to catch up with the girls. I keep telling myself that it was the little voice inside me that I listened to "It's a girls night, start experimenting with letting go at random - releasing." Of course, I woke up the next morning being like I think that dealing with that feeling is all part of the process - I need more peace and patience - because everything always works out with wonders in every aspect. I imagine that it's part of my lesson, to learn how to really allow things to fall in to place. I mean, I have only been here a month! And I have been in such a rush to make it all happen. If only I would just get out of my own way - which I am beginning to do. Trusting that all those things that are out of my control will be brought into order by a hand that can be perhaps more graceful than my own. It doesn't mean I'm sitting at my window waiting for lightening to strike - it means I do what I can, and allow the current of my desires to create the nature and force of the current of the river that I am in. So, the birthday is a process. It's much nicer to think of it as such - a new year, a time of gradual change mixed with sudden insights and rapid unleashing of that which has kept the self locked, stuck or rigid in an unfortunate cycle repetition. I am supposing that if I want things to be different, then I cannot be afraid to change, to do things differently, or see things in a different way.

Lucky 13

2008-09-13T08:10:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday to me. What's in the cards?

Citron

2008-09-08T20:53:00.000-07:00

Aside from Tutoring language, I work at a French Bistro called CITRON on the Upper West Side. I live Uptown on the East side, so I take the 6 train at 116th and Lexington down to 76th st, and then walk through Central Park over to the West side, or take the crosstown bus - which takes two minutes. I prefer to walk. First I'll stop on Lex at the HOT & CRUSTY (!?) for a bagel with lox spread, then walk up past Park Ave (the Upper East Side is my favorite, by the way, I pretend to myself that I live there) I also pretend I have a Fiancee from Spain. Which I do, by the way. I do.

The point of this post is to tell you that, on my way to work, near the H&C, there is a sign for an Astrologer, named Sarah Michaels. I am always drawn to the "walk ins welcome" sign, and have planned to go in, since her name is myself and my Father's combined. So tonight, after work, I hop off the bus to catch the 6 and I look over and see that the second floor is exposed, with Crystal balls and MYSTIC, ASTROLOGER, written on the windows. I notice the TV is on, and I wondered why it's the 2nd psychic I've seen with the TV on. Then I notice it's not just a regular program - it's THIS SCENE: on a big screen in the center of the room! I stood there, across the street, looking up, having waves of WHOA. Also, this picture is hanging on the wall at the bistro (whose logo happens to be a fleur de lys, surrounded by angels) but I did not move to NY to work in a restaurant. It's a few days a week, for now, while I get my language, writing and music projects up and running. Today I turned on my phone from Canada for the first time in 3 weeks to phone FIDO and cancel it. There were 13 new messages, most of them old, and one was from someone looking for an interpreter. It turns out that they had just left the message this morning! They are going to put me in the data base for regular translation and interpreting work.

Gold

2008-09-07T22:41:00.000-07:00

Romance

2008-09-03T07:39:00.000-07:00

My "love horoscope" for today (don't ask how I even get these) Dear Sarah, Here is your love horoscope for Wednesday, September 3:
How unrealistic are your goals when it comes to love? Do you think your lover will be a drop-dead gorgeous genius with the patience of a monk and the passion of a tango instructor, or are you cool with just dating a mere human? Time to reassess reality. Hmmm. Well, It's funny, because Venezuela really had my wheels spinning. He wasn't a monk but a former who used to be really good, like, number 1. Only now he and apparently also only never in front of me, because he was really very much a and when he asked me if I was a smoker I kind of made a grimace, or said "not really." I'm mean, I'm not, really. If it's there - on the rare occasion (sorry Aunt Debbie) but I am by no means a even abit of a stoner. He also did wierd things like go to the Which I guess isn't that wierd because soooo many people go only everyone that goes is sort of At first, I really wanted him to come to my apartment, and then when I went to his Aunt's, where he was staying and La Senora (the maid) came
in to ask him a question, I realised, when I came home later on that not even the maid would live in my building - or, rather, it's where all the maids live only not his maid, she wouldn't live here. My friend Lia, who's here from France said "Why do you let that bother you? He is very relaxed and not at all arrogant - you can't tell that he has that kind of background." I had a dream one night and when I woke up I said " I was dreaming about your Grandma, that she was this really conservative Lady, and I was trying to convince her that I was a good person, that I prayed, and I was praying for her." And he said - "My Grandmother is like this -very traditional and very conservative." It could be that he was wearing this that infused into my dream. Something about all of these details both attracts and repels me. I am a little uneasy about the obvious upper class family, and yet attracted to the love and seeming stability that is emeshed in the Latin tradition. It is such a flip for me to have someone call me the baby or take care of me since I always picture myself as the one who will care take and comb hair and fold laundry. I guess it's my sort of bossy, leadership nature. It feels so good to have someone turn that table on me and say hey wo, I'm the Man, I'm going to take care of it. It's both shocking and settling at the same time. Is that unrealistic of me? To imagine that it's possible to have and be worthy of all these things? Of course not! I am totally going to have a traditional Latin, Candian, Irish, French Family and be the best Mom and Wife and Friend ever, only my kids WILL NOT have canopies on their beds (unless
they really really want them) and they will learn how to surf and snowboard when they're 2. That's what I imagine, only I literally need to slow down, relax and let it all happen. I'm just NOT dating that Homo-Sapien at the top. No matter what my "Love Horoscope" says.

R&R

2008-08-30T12:59:00.000-07:00

So I'm caroosing through Craigslist the other day, and I see "Were you the New Kids biggest fan? We want to hear from you!" having no idea who the post was by, I write them and say "I was their number on fan. I went to the airport one morning with my family, and Jordan and Donnie were in the gift shop.
I pulled my soaking wet t-shirt that I wore to the rained out concert the night before and put it on. When Jordan gave me the 'hello' squeeze, he said "you're all wet" in an EW voice. In my mind, as their number one fan, it wasn't by chance that we were at the airport at the same time - it was destiny, orchestrated by the Gods for me, their #1 fan." Katie can back me up on this, and will tell you about the time we stayed at the Don Ceasar in St.Petersberg, Florida, where they were doing some concerts in nearby Tampa, and I was convinced they were staying at the same hotel. She would accompany me to the PH Suite so that I could slip notes of love under the door. The newlywed couple that were probably actually staying in that room must have ... burned them in the campfire? Framed them in their wallets? I don't know, what do you think they did with them?
I get this call on Monday, from a Woman who says "Hi, I'm calling from the Rachel Ray show, and I just want to ask you some information about your NKOTB experience, you said you were their 'number 1 fan'?" and she proceeds to interview me for an enthralling 20 minutes (honestly, I could be questioned about any topic and have interesting answers and hold a captive audience. Some lady stopped me on the street with a photographer asking if they could take pictures and interview me about my hair. Lizzy was laughing because of my in depth answers. I love being interviewed!) So back to the NKids. Long story short, I am going to be on the Rachel Ray show on September 4th. They are gathering together some of the old fans (do you think 'they'll' be there??) They asked me to gather up all my old memorabilia - ooh that part will be hard, it's buried under a tree in Canada? I burned it in the campfire? So they got my shirt and pant size (why would they need my pant size?) and they are going to set me up with NKOTB gear. Last night we were out with Venezuela, and Lizzies hubby shows up. She's like "Tell Scott your story!...or, not now?" uh, or not now. Now is NOT the time. I mean, later, later, I'll tell him later. "How did you react when you found out they were getting together for a reunion tour?" To be honest, when I was 13/14, I was crazy about them..they were like my first love.. I will never feel the way I did then..Now that I'm older, I am more balanced about those kinds of things - I was just happy to see that they are all healthy, happy and looking good. I wish them the best, like I would any family member or loved one. "Ok, we'll let you know about possibly having you on the show" CLICK. Uh oh. My answer was too calm! I was surprised when they gave me the "come on the show" call. I sang 'Please Don't Go Girl' in piglatin for them that time. And YALL KNOW I'm gonna somehow end up with the Mic on that show - interviewing THEM and busting some Sarah Tone In Raps STRAIGHT UP NO DOUBT!

Good Lord

2008-08-28T20:06:00.000-07:00

Words have escaped me. Crushing! No, not on Jon Secada. And not on someone from the Philipenes (sorry, philipenes.) Wait. Did I just say that. Words really HAVE escaped me. Anyway, he's from Venezuela. But aren't they all? Ok, ok, ok. None of those previous pictures correctly describe my experience. Oh, sorry, I mean, my ... my..MY
OH MY.

Friendly Reminder

2008-08-25T16:33:00.000-07:00

I must remind myself of why I moved to New York - for certain things that just cannot be found anywhere else. Such as The Nuyorican; a slam poet, hip hop, freestyle, open mic zone in the East Village that is unlike any other in the world. http://www.nuyorican.org/
and let us not forget OR I must keep in mind JC Casey's little stamp shop on 11th street just east of 1st ave. Filled with hand made stamps of all kinds as well as vintage collectables - for only 16$ you can get your own personal stamp made - with your name, phone number and email (like I did) to stamp on paper of your choosing to use as a business card. A personal touch! And Casey is like an Irish Santa Claus with a touch of "I'm a scatterbrained Cat", so stopping in is always a pleasure. All of these things are to be kept in mind, including See, the thing is, the last few days I have been craving and being that my eventual goal is to live somewhere like this So I am really getting started working on as well as find a place where I can just do this

Life Without Zoe

2008-08-22T18:55:00.002-07:00

Have you seen this? I'm staying in tonight and I'm going to watch it again.
I mean, who goes out on a Friday in NY anyway except for people from Jersey and Connecticut? The romantic ideal that this image may conjure up is a thing of the past. That's why tonight it's "Life without Zoe" and a healthy chapter of And some major contemplation to the tune of While I do some personal prep for the coming week I saw a cockroach about 10 minutes ago. Suddenly I'm not so eager to keep the Cat out of my room. C'mon in Zion - do your thing kitty! I mean, what could be worse: Cat hair or Cockroach fur? I'll let you decide. I'm going to get back to my work of acceptance of reality and release of romanticism - ie; allowing the new new york to not be the old new york, realising that bugs are part of the web of life and that deepening my understanding of my true purpose may be more productive than fanta size ing through pictoral idealism.

Life Without Zoer

2008-08-22T18:55:00.001-07:00

Update

2008-08-19T09:25:00.000-07:00

Well, it is a hot bustling squirming city. It isn't ferngully - I am glad I breathed enough Ottawa air to tide me over for awhile. The cities green spaces are well loved and appreciated. By me. and all who love clean air. So another thing I can mention as being of ultimate importance is the need for focus, determination, life enthusiasm and awareness of purpose. What is my purpose here in this city? To remain focused on that with a healthy dose of enthusiasm is paramount. Did you know that a lack of enthusiasm can be equated with sadness? When we lose enthusiasm for simple things such as waking up in the morning and beginning a new day, we are headed toward a morose reality. Enthusiasm is the water that keeps the boat afloat, and the current flowing. Enthusiasm leads to joy and joy leads to success, the opposite of which is a feeling that is never intended and yet can creep up on us like a deadly plague. That being said let us remember that tranny is short for transvestite and when a Woman wears to much make-up and puts too much product in the hair she may start looking like a tranny. And what Woman in her right mind, if she truly is a Woman, wants to look like a tranny?

NYC

2008-08-14T08:32:00.001-07:00

I'm here. I've paid my rent for the next couple of months. I ordered breakfast in Spanish today. I am getting my bearings. I live on the 3rd floor of an entirely Mexican building. Mom tried to help me get organised and before I could ask "What are you doing with that?" she accidently threw Nana's painting out the window. She thought the window was closed. We laughed. She just left to drive back to Canada. I'm here now, all on my own! Listening to Juanes - Fotografia.

Moving

2008-08-10T08:15:00.000-07:00

It's Sunday and I'm wading through the carnage to turn it into package. When there are hangers, books, clothes, winter hats and baby lotion all in the same pile it get's confusing - not to mention the stray socks, pieces of fabric and the Gloria Vanderbilt biography. Where does one start? Packing what I'm taking. Seperating into sections. Though today IS garlic fest in Carp and I could go see an afternoon movie at the bytown that I've never had any desire to see until now, I will purge these absurd mental wanderings in honour of the move. Oops, wait, am I blogging right now? Spent some quality time with Vicky Lean on Friday - as well as 11 other people who each have a special place in my heart and I was so touched that all these people came out for the send off dinner - My previous boss from Club Monaco as well as a former co-worker, Jaime and Shelley, my current roomates, Kelly and Raquel, some current co-workers from the EXPLORE program. My raisin heart swelled into a strawberry at the total genuine kind nature of each and every one of them. A guy I worked with at the NCC 10 years ago even came out and bought me a goodbye beer. Oh, and the comedy level was through the roof. I had on an oversize t-shirt that said COOL at the top, and BREEZE down the middle. All the ladies were fancied up and I looked like a 12 year old from the 80s. We played some inapropriate charades at the table and I cackled like the Grandma in 'Throw Momma from the Train'.

Gold Lion

2008-08-04T09:14:00.000-07:00

I just got back from THE GATHERING last night. Every year, when I'm around, my family and I head over to Maniwaki for Grandfather William Commanda's 'Circle of all Nation' Gathering. Because my Dad works with Grandfather and we know his daugther Evelyn, we always get to camp between their houses - a special spot. It is on a lake that is sacred to the Algonquins. There are Spiritual Elders, Medicine men and women, and just general hippies and searchers and bikers and truckers and kids and parents from all over the place, all over the world really. As my Dad would say - "The regular crowd shuffles in". We started going in '96. I went in '97 for the first time. It has changed tremedously since - not as many Elders, not as many earth moving circles and epiphanies - but still enough to draw me back and give me that much needed weekend of prayer, healing and contemplation. Where we usually camp - myself and the other kids that join - there are usually about 6 tents.

This year - there was only 1.
I notice the change and yet still take advantage of the weekend to do what I need to do. This year I shared a tent with my new friend Jeska, who shares the same September 13th birthday as me.
We had our sage, tobacco, eagle and hawk feathers hanging from the roof of the tent. At night we would light candles in the tent which warmed it up made it smell like vanilla and we would read, with our bodies against the earth mother. I did a womens sweat. In the lodge, led by a woman who was trained by her Grandmothers, we are told to pray in our own way when the songs are being sung - we can cry out, chant, whisper, laugh - whatever we need to do to pray or heal. The flap was opened to put the 'grandfathers' (hot rocks, that have been heated for an hour in a burning fire) into the center of the lodge, 7 in total, and then the flap was closed and Louise, the sweat keeper splashed water with a Eucalyptus plant onto the fire. She spoke of the importance of sticking together as women, as sisters, as mothers, as daughters. I wailed like a new born baby for Sandra, Katie and Susan. I cried like I would not have been able to cry anywhere else in the world unless I was a baby in my mothers arms. Then I had a vision and a feeling of the Lion. I remembered at a Gathering years previous when a clairvoyant man told me of a Lion that walked with me. I felt the Lion beside me, around me, within me - giving me strength. I flashed on the rafting experience and prayed for the insight to know when to "easy forward", "hard forward", "Get down" or "rest" in life. I started to count all of the things I was thankful for, and I envisioned myself and the women in my family as together, whole and complete. I had a few awesome one on ones with people. I was welcomed so warmly by the Grandmothers that it made me cry. We did a circle with some of the Grandmothers and they spoke of the terror of residential school and the healing brought about by their guides and helpers in the spirit world. One woman thanked my father in the circle for sending to her Buffalo that surrounded her with the support she needed to heal and move forward. I cried. I would need to start an entire blog dedicated to THE GATHERING (hmm...) if I were to go over all of the epiphanies, teachings, healings and revelations here and now. Each year brings something new. I can't stop before I tell you of the Haitian/Jamaicam family we camped across from last year. This year, I held Melissa and Shadrock's new baby Messiah just before he was babtised by Grandmothers, Water and Eagle feathers. Anaiis, his cousin of 5 years, walked around telling people "She (me) speaks French, English, Spanish and she's learning Patois" I have to learn Patois now! How cute is that?

Rafting

2008-07-27T15:41:00.000-07:00

Wow! Went White Water RAFTING today - hopped in raft #4 with the French Canadians - when I met them at the bus at 5am they were so excited - I said to myself "I'm rolling down the river with them!". One guy, Simon, was like "Oh man(french accent) it's theBEST it will be THE BEST! THEbest the best the BEST! ..oh ma gad, my art is beatin' so fast la.." We still had two hours to go before arriving at the place and the sun hadn't even come up yet. When we did finally get there, all 80 of us, we got our life jackets, helmets and oars and the saftey briefing. Anyone who has ever done anything extreme may know that any and all safety tips usually go out the window once you hit the danger zone. The first rapid we hit - we were HURTLED from the boat!! Into CRAZY rapids! We were told if we lose our oar we are not allowed back on the boat so don't let go of the oar! Of course, I immediatly lost one of my water shoes and let go of the oar. If it hadn't been for the swimming coach in the kayak yelling at me SWIM SWIM SWIM SWIM! I would have not swam it was so immediate and disorienting. Somehow Her shouting swim helped me get my wits back - I caught my oar and got pulled into another boat and brought to shore with the rest of the team. The French boys were so enthusiastic to go again it kept me pumped. I was scared but I felt good being with them. I didn't want the rest of the girls to back down either - I figured ok! the worst is over! we made it! let's go! At this point I nixed the English ONLY rule, because we fell due to everyone pulling their paddles out and not paddling at all when the guide yelled "PADDLE HAAAARD!" I secretly wanted to hear them in their full blown Quebecois anyway so I could join in and get in the mix. One of the Simon's was right at the front of the boat with a HUGE smile on his face that lit up the ominous sky and this encouraged me to go on. The hurtle gave me a panic attack, I couldn't catch my breath! One of the most athletic and muscular guys on the raft had to wear a red helmet because he couldn't swim very well, which surprised me - he told me he could only swim "doggy style". The Doggy Paddle you mean, dog paddle! Never a dull moment! One thing is for sure that I would like to let everyone out there know - people from Quebec are totally underated. They were singing songs, making jokes, full of life - their camraderie is just outstanding - put a bunch of Quebecers that don't know each other in a room together and they'll get a party started. I learned so much today. Being around their infectious energy, out in nature, getting tossed around by it's awesome power, and continuing on as a team. It really helped prepare me for my big move coming up by showing me how to really go with the flow!

KISS kiss

2008-07-21T18:21:00.001-07:00

Anyone Man who can pull off wrinkles a missing finger and a grey hoodie like this is a-ok in my books. he's not that wrinkled. he's a hot mess.I've made a new sign for mess I say hot mess so much now - as a joke that got lost in the plot and now "mess" "hotmess" is on the regular. I throw down the 3 fingers to make an M and..MESS - HOTMESS! If one of my fingers that isn't the thumb or pinkie get's chopped off in a doorway I can't throw down MESS anymore so let's not let that happen.

Have you seen KISS KISS, BANG BANG yet? See it again, from the beginning if it didn't catch the first time it's incredibly witty and I am personally stumped as to why it has taken me this long to develop a RAGING crush on RDowneyJR.Stumped.Maybe it's because he used to look like this but I will overlook this horrendous outfit for the sound of his voice and the cantor of the delivery, being that phonetics are underated as far as I'm concerned..oh well I'm just wired that way.
It's summer. I've been single for just under a year and the kids at the language camp are between 17-18 (ok some are 16, all too young) and the hormones are flying through the air like a hotmess. I 'monitor' this. and take them to the beach. and play pool with them. If I was a cat ..well, let's just say...oh I won't say it.

Gifted

2008-07-18T17:28:00.000-07:00

Rose in Spanish Harlem

2008-07-18T14:50:00.000-07:00

I move to my new home in less than a month! SPANISH HARLEM. Here is a picture of the place I am moving in to Apparently we live above the best TAQUERIA in town - TACO TACOS! uuy, que rico! My roomates are Alycea and Marcos - she sings, plays guitar and knows "the teachings". He is an architect and a photographer who has been to PERU and taken beautiful photos! AKA - a perfect fit!

"Make no mistake - Spanish Harlem is a ghetto! It's far more vibrant than slummish; crude, raw and on the edge as you'd expect. But unlike notorious inner-city segregated areas from America's other large cities, NYC's are very accessible right in the thick of things allowing anyone to discover these often forbidden and forsaken areas."

Sharing time

2008-07-10T16:07:00.001-07:00

I found a blog solely devoted to "the one and only" Cher. at first it was pretty boring and then they posted a plethora of quotes and I realised again how wonderful she is. it also made me realise how often I actually think about her without really even noticing that I'm thinking of her. I'll just be humming.. "what am I supposed to do..sit around and wait for you (cue synth voice) wellll IIII Cannnnt doooo that.." This morning while I was getting ready for work I was pondering how people must want to go back and do things differently every now and again, you know, if only we could turn back time. next thing you know i'm a hummin....oh, you know the tune.. don'tchya?
"Hollywood isn't comfortable with new ideas. They like to lock you into a box so they don't have to think about you anymore. You're a type, not a person"

"Women have to harness their power - its absolutely true. It's just learning not to take the first no. And if you can't go straight ahead, you go around the corner."

"I don't smoke. I don't drink to speak off. I don't take drugs at all. I take care of my two children. I've been married twice, once for eleven years and once for three. I don't go out with more than one man at a time. But you know what it is: I dress strange."

"If you are going to wait for someone to encourage you to do something, you just better give it up."

"Don't take your toys inside just because it's raining."

Heat

2008-07-09T17:30:00.001-07:00

Too hot to blog. Too busy to sit. Too tired to sleep. Too hungry to talk. Too silly to write, too springy to linger, too pushy to wait, too bumpy to bask. Very neat. A little bit wonky. Wrong for him but right for her maybe. wild to boring, transistor radio. someone tuned in. how about another. Can't remember when. How much can I say. What is best for later. Save it when it happens. take the joke. Punch the clock boil the pasta don't wait in line.
Don't ever tell a dyin' man
You never meant to shoot him down
Yeah, don't do no good to tell a dyin' man
You never meant to shoot him down
Now, all my friends and relatives, they've been tellin' me
Don't come around, don't come around, don't come around no more

Ever since the day you left this Earth
Can't keep a job, can't keep a job
Yeah, ever since the day you left this Earth
Can't keep a job, can't keep a job
A lot of people down at the agency been tellin' me
Don't come around, don't come around, don't come around no more

So long, baby since you've been gone
I'm a dyin' man, I'm a dyin' man
So long, baby since you've been gone
I'm a dyin' man, I'm a dyin' man

Lucinda

2008-07-06T08:20:00.000-07:00

Is it too much to ask?

I want a comfortable bed that won't hurt my back
Food to fill me up
And warm clothes and all that stuff

Is it too much to demand
I want a full house and a rock and roll band
Pens that won't run out of ink
And cool quiet and time to think

Do I want too much?
Am I going overboard to want that touch?
I shouted out to the night
Give me what I deserve, 'cause it's my right

Shouldn't I have this,
Shouldn't I have this?
Shouldn't I have all of this and
Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh
Passionate kisses from you

Last

2008-07-04T14:23:00.000-07:00

enchantment
Definition
en·chant·ment
(en c̸hant′mənt, in-)

noun
an enchanting or being enchanted
a magic spell or charm
something that charms or delights greatly
great delight or pleasure

Sick

2008-07-03T15:18:00.000-07:00

I have started the job at the language camp. The kids arrive Monday. Alot of the other monitors are University age so I have been hearing alot of "sick" (as cool, or right on) "sweet" (as cool, or right on) and "it's all good" (...). I just can't stomach 'sick'. No pun intended. I remember in the early 90s the only people that used the word 'sick' in that way were surfers/skateboarders from Southern California

or French Canadian Snowboarders. In fact, French Canadians can still say it and it doesn't have the same effect - it is still acceptable. Something about the sincerity and joie-de-vivre, peppered in with the accent and the "c'est sick le gros" style - I'll let it slide. This guy was my roomate years ago in Whistler. He's French. He said it. There is just something wierd about bubbly 20 year old girls saying it. I think it's because they don't quite understand that the root use of the word as slang was from dirty concrete grinders who were doing moves that were so "gnarly" that they became "sick" since one would have to be sick to attempt something so dangerous. Those minglewoods girls don't know what it really means and if I say "Do you have the time" they may reply with "Oh, Sick, I'm wearing my watch..4:30." ie; they use it all the time. "See you in class." "Sick, see you tommorow." I once expressed my dismay and I was told that it shows my age - that it means I'm getting old. Now, we all know that's not the real reason. I'm just a bossy, linguistic, stick in the mud.

'Hot Mess'

2008-06-30T15:27:00.000-07:00

"This film for me was just a tremendous adventure," said Hirsch. "The opportunity to go on the road trip of a lifetime with [director] Sean Penn which I'm so grateful to have the opportunity to work with him. He made everything so authentic and so real. We shot in all the real locations, went to all these different places. Saw these beautiful slices of America and these wonderful portraits of nature burned into my memory thankfully.

Days where we were camped out on the Grand Canyon on the Colorado River. We shot there for about a week or two. Just looking at the side of these cliffs and it's like, 'That rock there is three billion years old. Wow.' It's really an incredible, a very humbling experience."While he appreciates the privilege of such an experience, Hirsch is careful not to get too pretentious about it. "I was just getting to experience so many different places and meet so many different people, was forced to be very responsible. Sean demanded me to really step up and give him everything I had to give. So I'm not going to wax on about how I'm mature now. If you're trying to get that out of me, I'm a little nervous about the presumptuousness of that. Maybe I'm a little bit more capable.""We didn't think that we were making Chris McCandless into a martyr. We didn't think we were putting any makeup on any blemishes he had. We were trying to present him as we thought he was, which is a complicated, flawed, courageous, loving person. This is a guy who cared about people. When he was in high school, he would get cheeseburgers and drive down to downtown LA and hand them out to homeless people, on a Friday night when most kids are going out and doing whatever they do these days or back then. So there's that aspect of him where he's a real humanitarian. He cares about people, cares about humanity but then he doesn't contact his family for two years, and his sister who he loves more than anybody.

Ellen Page mentions the hero:

EP: But it’s funny that I play these roles that, to me, just feel like well-written young women are called strong and feminist roles. If I was a young male actor, you wouldn’t ask me that question. If I was Emile Hirsch… Like, does anyone go, “Oh, Emile Hirsch! Why do you play such strong male roles?” No one’s going to say that to him.

Well, I probably wouldn’t go “Oh, Emile Hirsch!” for one thing.

EP: But yeah, no one’s going to say that to Emile Hirsch or Ben Foster or…

Or Michael Cera?

EP: Or Michael Cera! Thank you.

In Search of the Miraculous

2008-06-29T15:56:00.000-07:00

“This aspect of the question is clear. The crowd neither wants nor seeks knowledge, and the leaders of the crowd, in their own interests, try to strengthen its fear and dislike of everything new and unknown. The slavery in which mankind lives is based upon this fear. It is even difficult to imagine all the horror of this slavery. We do not understand what people are losing. But in order to understand the cause of this slavery it is enough to see how people live, what constitutes the aim of their existence, the object of their desires, passions, and aspirations, of what they think, of what they talk, what they serve and what they worship.” G.I.Gurdjieff (as quoted by P.D.Ouspensky in, In Search of the Miraculous)

Japanese Breakfast, Puerto Rican Shower

2008-06-29T09:42:00.000-07:00

Worked a banquet two nights in a row - first one 2,500 french Canadian high school graduates that looked like the spikey haired tanners from New Jersey.

Second night an Italian-Greek wedding. Both nights I essentially serve to the point of mass consumption - under direction from the big boss. The food just ends up seeming sort of like garbage? They throw so much of it out anyway! And often treat the staff like they are also disposable. Serving in the abyss people - it is the true trial by fire. at one point I had to carry this tray of 30 waters filled to the brim from one end of the room to the next - the room that was to seat the 2,500 people - someone was helping me and I said no, I got it, I can carry it. At about the halfway point I realised how heavy it was and I felt like Eddy Murphy in the Golden Child walking across the wooden beams with explicit instructions from the tibetan lama NOT to spill a DROP of water.
Except there was no lama. no gong cymbal sounding upon my arrival.
ah the task of a silent yogi. which is what I am because to make it through these nights I have to PRAY the ENTIRE TIME...Archangel invocations, soul mantras, the whole nine, there is no other way through it. It is so bizarre to be in a room full of so many people and not one of them resembles Gandalf, Frodo or Bibbity bobbity boo.
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication
Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar
They're just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn't save the world
From Californication

Jesus Feet

2008-06-27T11:57:00.000-07:00

Goo Gle

2008-06-26T08:12:00.000-07:00

Ok so I googled myself. I haven't had much documentation apparently. My space comes up ,and then some other random things. When I google image myself the results are so random that it's funny. This is the first image. when I punch in my full name. It isn't me. the second image is a picture of my sister Katie and her boyfriend Christie, which is hilarious because it's so out of nowhere, and the third picture is even more silly because it's my roomate from 6 years ago with paint on his head and it's another picture I have never even seen The next picture that comes up is some sort of survey where girls take the cake - but only by a sliver Now, when I punched in Sarah Tone In, I discovered that there is another in Australia - but she hasn't really done much and there are no audio clips, so that's a good sign - I won't have to go changing my name or anything There is also a picture of a flyer for a Canada day party in Vancouver, with a dj from London that I actually recorded a song with 8 years ago - and there is also a dj Tone - so I guess that's why it popped up? Pretty synchronistic though, because of the actual connection that is not in print. This also came up, as the third picture for Sarah Tone In -- very, very bizarre I can assure you this is not me. It is also somewhat mind boggling. Ah, the questions.

The Last Thing On My Mind

2008-06-25T06:47:00.000-07:00

For about two days now, I have been trying to figure out what is the last thing on my mind. It's not an easy task because you have to think of all the first things on your mind, then the middle things on you mind, and then there's a lot of false hopes raised as youjust think you've thought of it and then suddenly you're thinking of something else. For a while I thought it was "my sister's big toe", but then "ball peen hammer" occurred to me. I was about ready to write that down when "foodelee-doodelee" struck me for some reason, and then in quick sucession "caraway seed", "twelve feet", and "dog pie". But then I realized how stupid I had been. The last thing on my mind was always "The last thing on my mind". Every time I thought of something, I would check to see if it was "the last thing on my mind." So no matter what I thought of, it was always followed with, "the last thing on my mind." Therefore, according to the law of infinite regression which says it is illegal for anything to repeat infinitely, the last thing on my mind is "the last thing on my mind."

Classic Soul

2008-06-24T07:46:00.000-07:00

That's what I'm listening to this lovely day TAJ MAHAL - Natural Man; nice sound to get moving to in the morning.Or a little Syl Johnson with Get Ready.. get ready indeed! Speaking of which, I need to do just that - teaching French in 10 minutes to the lovely Emily. I'll be updating later so stay tuned in to the TONE IN station!

Reminder

2008-06-22T08:00:00.000-07:00

BEACHY

2008-06-20T15:46:00.000-07:00

Check sa la. Today - STELLAR. On set to be a paid extra on the show ROAD GRILL - a travelling outdoor cooking show - at 8am on the beach this morning. Ho hum right? AU CONTRAIRE! My job was to play frisbee on the beach, catch football passes from an ex CFL'er (the host) and eat delicious food on camera while saying MMM! DELICIOUS!! INTERGALACTIC! (or whatever I felt like saying cause the whole crew was like SARAH TONE IN, DO YOUR THING!) They all had my stage name down within 10 minutes and were loving it. The other extras; two words: MOTLEY CREW.

Everyone got along swimmingly and I was sure they would pay us extra since we were more than extra - we were actin' bud! Really, food is mmmm delicious the first 4 rounds - but after 5 hours of full TV smiling, gleaming those pearly whites the face starts shaking and delicious begins to lose meaning. Which is major comedy. The woman who was in charge of keeping our moral up was also a comedian who spoke Spanish - so needless to say her and I had pure fun onset banter all day - with an every 7 minute dose of someone yelling out "She's Sarah Tone In! How cool is that!"
Not to toot my own horn, just to say that when you work hard - it WILL pay off! Last night I sent out an email to all the extras to see if I could get a ride with someone to the shoot. One girl responded, Jovana. When I got to her car - the license plate said 913 (my birthday) and guess what - she 'happened' to be SERBIAN. The very language I am desirous of learning. Got a ride home with Johnny, a physicist who laughed at my jokes all day, and was down for a metaphysical chat on the drive home. And to think I almost turtled myself into a shell of yesterdays sorrow. Hell no people. I held my chin up, bit the bullet and kept on. Up and at' em with the birds even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I made the most of it. That's the hardest job of all - but it's what paid off. TGIF YALL.

Meltdown

2008-06-19T11:05:00.001-07:00

If I could give you a fast forward flash of what has taken place in the last 6 hours you would need to have a tranqulizer. Do they call it Zoloft? I don't know what YOU would need actually, but I'm about to sink into a bubble bath. It's the least I could do. I have been moving and shaking for the past week to get things done and make things happen. I soon start a job at a language camp, teaching English and running a workshop. Meanwhile, I sang a concert on Friday, went out of town for an audition, fielded mails and calls from potential new students...HECTIC in the real sense of the word....but all towards good feeling things. Making dreams come true - you know, the usual. Part of the excitement was the arrival of 5 new students, between the ages of 12 and 14 from Italy, who would be my Spanish students. Interesting! I can't wait to meet them! I had been corresponding with the Father over cost and schedule for a little over a week now, and I was starting to get excited. Meanwhile, UBC wrote to inform me my documents were not considered official. I needed to have them sent directly from my previous educators. This sent me on a paper chase at 8am so that I may get them what they need rush delivery by tommorow, so that I can decide whether I move cross continent or not. On my way out the door, I read this email from the Italian: The children are from a charity home in Genova Italy.The payment our finanacee issue on your name include your charges and the nanny charges. The nanny will be taking care of the children during the lesson.which you will send to the nanny through western union or moneygram when the cheque clears.Without this fund the children cannot come for the lesson. I had to re read it a few times to be sure. All formalities out the window, right? I mean, I wrote back a little note along the lines of "You mean you want the Nanny to pay me, right?"
As soon as wiring money gets in the mix...C'mon now. And none of this to mention my Mom was all hopped up on a bag of caffeine nuts when she picked me up for an appointment with her and the therapist after reading the mail. But I pulled through people. The phone keeps ringing, Opportunity keeps knocking, and I'm gonna keep shimmying towards that goal post with my eye on the prize. but first...sigh, time for a bath.

Christopher Walken

2008-06-18T13:53:00.000-07:00

...is also in it and plays Travolta's (in drag) husband.. need I say more?

Strike while Iron is hot

2008-06-18T13:46:00.000-07:00

WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW:

-Lightning is attracted to tall, isolated objects like trees, or Sarah Tones

-Metal does not attract lightning, but is a prime conductor, as is water.

-Two-thirds of all lightning strikes occur in June, July and August; most occur in the afternoon.

- The new Hairspray movie is one of the best seen in years to be 100% completely struck causing levitation,eye leakage and a deep cavernous like chortle also known as a laugh not even kidding see it now.

Blues Fest

2008-06-18T08:17:00.000-07:00

Ok whoa the line up is ridiculous. My brother Sean is like an overgrown 12 year old on Christmas morning when he talks about who is playing. For the short time I have left in Ottawa, there is actually quite abit of goodness going on which would make one think that this is perhaps a happening city. It is, in the summer. Usually at home I listen to the R&B or Gospel station. This morning I tuned in to ALT COUNTRY. Lucinda just played. Followed by Emmylou I once saw Emmylou play on the O, BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU tour and she totally floored me. Epic, nostalgic, twangy and delicious. We still had the land in Almonte at the time - which I almost visited the other day 'cause we were 5km away at the Petro Canada. I envisioned walking on the land for a visit and my eyes welled up with the realization that I couldn't. I would totally break down - but that's another story.I need to find me some borderline hippies to go see Widespread Panic. I am under strict instructions from Sean, who doesn't live here, and for lack of Grateful Dead, WP is the new follow on tour band. He is so beyond stoked that I will be seeing them live at the blues fest - I'm going to need to go with someone that at least sort of gets it. There will probably be people there that do. I am ready to transport into that cosmic loophole, for the sake of family, for the sake of music.

Babe

2008-06-17T15:13:00.000-07:00

Some words become repetitive as soon as I start saying them. I am sure this happens to many people. My friend Em just got back from South Africa, and the slang for amazing, crazy or cool over there is HECTIC. So everything is hectic, right? One week I was saying 'Bud' like 'Yeah bud, no problem bud' 'Right on Bud' etc.. Bud quickly turned to Babe and suddenly it's 'turn down the volume babe', 'pass the salt babe'. Translate this to little in the head conversations with whatever crosses my path, like, a car cuts me off at the stop-light and I say to myself 'Yeah, no prob, go ahead there bud.'
What just happened outside is crazy. Hectic. I just called an ant babe. Yes, an ant. I was parking my bike, and I nearly smushed it with my wheel. So i said "Oh, sorry Babe" just as it averted me. Wow. I called an ant babe. Talk about good karma.

Michael Before

2008-06-17T08:00:00.000-07:00

See What?

2008-06-16T09:37:00.001-07:00

I am going to learn Russian or Serbian. First one and then the other. It's going to happen. I want a language that is totally different from Spanish, French, Italian and Portugeuse, which are all quite related. How can I truly say I have a facility with language if all of the languages I know are closely related? dovesti u nepriliku serbian.

Zuvuya

2008-06-13T11:35:00.000-07:00

This is how you are supposed to do when you catch it. Don't catch it like a cold, catch it like a butterfly in a net - but gingerly. Ginger like ale or a haired surprise guaranteed I am bias if your name is Gabriel. Love that name - who is what it stands for sing.

OC Transpo

2008-06-09T19:45:00.000-07:00

Some people saunter through the Glebe in Ottawa like it's the O.C. This just in: It's not Orange County. St.Laurent is not Queens. Kanata is not the Bronx. Nepean is not Staten Island. When you're driving down the road singing to yourself "..out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a cadillac. A little voice inside my head said don't look back, you can never look back.." You can pretend to be Don Johnson, singing Don Henley, Smoking Pal Malls, Peering past the horizon like it's Arizona - but it's not. It's a small pond more like a puddle and once you can come to accept that the closer you are to enjoying nature.
I am talking to the dog walking hot pink lacoste shirt hawaiin short flip flop wearing blackberry doodling dingo-bat that begs the question where are we when it's clear beyond a shadow of a doubt. I am talking to the microphone toting "I need my personal space" Grocery shopping cell phone chatting email checking hard hat of a head who needs to mainline in to the heart and stop showing off for his boys.This is for the single mother of two who texts me at midnight while i ooze into my slumber and then back out to text back that no, I won't be sloshing it up on the town. In fact, I'm just rambling and these are just the passing colors in the kaleidescope of my thoughts and I dedicate this one to Elizabeth since the topic is at her request. Blog about it she said. So I did. and there you have it. It's the big fish in the small creek that jump high and mighty and yet the folks who are headed for cottage country have got it straight.
Those of you with too much equipment talkin' totin' smokin' and catching coochie on the sly are up for a thrill but not in for a treat. It's all for display and at the end of the day the empty abyss that you awaits you near the sleep that doesn't come does not involve me. I can only wish you a welcome mat wehn the master comes to town and sets up a door. May you know what it is, may the Golden City no longer elude you by your own hide-and-go-seek tomfoolery.
Within is not without but without is definitely not within. hiding inside this secret is a very simple solid gold key that clicks open a diamond mine in the psyche. I myself am a fan of crystal - mineral salt of the earth that can be found with a diligent desire to be that which stops looks and listens up down and around to peace later. but now.

2008-06-09T06:24:00.000-07:00

It is sooo hot here. As of Friday, the heat hit like a wall of steam humidity level through the roof so it's that time of year when everything just goes out the window. Don't bother being prim, everything melts. The hunt for the iceberg to cool the leg arm face - any iceberg, iceberg lettuce, iceberg vodka, iceberg burger.,I mean, totally letting go is the only option because the steam decides. It's a steamy time.

Roman Tick

2008-06-09T05:58:00.000-07:00

"Today surrender to the unknown without worry. Life isn't meant to be as simple as a dot-to-dot activity book. Sometimes you have to color outside of the lines to create a one-of-a-kind romance." That is my horoscope today. The scope of my horror. My Whoar a Scope.Hors D'oevres. My one of a kind, fruit loop, pumpkin pie, garden variety scope. I find it hilarious. It made me laugh - "...life is not a dot-to-dot activity book.." Is it not? Because that's how I was living it, with crayons, connecting the dot dot dots. Or was I? It's funny because what does that even mean right?

Will I ever really make up my mind? Will my mind ever just relax? In alot of ways the scope makes sense. "Surrender to the unknown without worry.." Let go of the desire to control. Let Jesus take the wheel. What would Willaru do. Donde esta la playa.
.

Cranberry

2008-06-06T05:51:00.000-07:00

Something wild happens when I listen to the song 'Ode to my Family' by the Cranberries. The flood gates open. I mean, I literally start leaking from my eyeballs a waterfall and then have to go blow my nose. There is a name for this action though i dare only say that it's a form of leakage. All this talk of Golden Retrievers connects to my older brother and his lovely wife recently visiting, and feeling coccooned in a swath of love and laughter. I made him a CD before he left and decided to put 'Ode to my Family' on it. As I was listening; Niagara.He was out packing up the Westfalia, to drive across the country, see some icebergs, and then nestle back into his mountain home. My family is scattered like a rainstorm. We are not close to being in one place and I suppose that is alright. Just being together for a brief period like that and suddenly I'm on a raft in the red ocean off of Prince Edward Island while the rest of the family collects sand dollars in low tide. I'm in Buffalo, NY, watching STING sing Fields of Gold in an open sky ampphitheatre while Dead Heads wait for a 'miracle' outside the gates, spinner chicks whirl like dervishes on the outskirts and we watch the place fill up while the sun goes down and hells angels smoke opium joints in front of us (though at the time we didn't know what it was). Playing frisbee golf on the land in Almonte with the rush of a water fall in the background, Buddy stealing the frisbee, much to our shagrin. The country home. The country air.
Understand the things I say
don't turn away from me
Cause I spent half my life out there
You wouldn't disagree
D'you see me, d'you see
Do you like me, do you like me standing there
d'you notice, d'you know
do you see me, do you see me
does anyone care about
happiness was when I was younger
And we didn't give a damn
'Cause we were raised
To see life as funny and take it if we dare
My mother, my mother she hold me
did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Oh he liked me, does anyone care
Understand what I've become
It wasn't my design
And people everywhere think
something better than I am
But I miss you, I miss
'Cause I liked it, I liked it
When I was out there
When I was out there
d'you notice, d'you know
You did not find me, you did not find
does anyone care
about happiness like when I was younger
and we didn't give a damn
'Cause we were raised
To see life as fun and take it if we dare
My mother, my mother she hold me
did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Oh he liked me, does anyone care
does anyone care

Humdinger

2008-06-05T19:17:00.000-07:00

Oh wow, muffle your sneeze - don't do it, don't do it. Muffling the sneeze is like putting a lid on the laughter. It's an underwater bomb - very damaging to the whales and the dolphins that live there. What about body handling after a disaster? Can you handle the body? It's a dead body. Tip 1) The risk is not the body if they didn't die of a communicable disease, it's the vermin. Tip 2) Walk away from the body - it's bad for moral. Tip 4)Bury it. Don't touch it. Keep track of it.It's nice to spend some time with a puppy or a kitten. Even a full grown dog - go out there and frolick with a golden retriever in the field. Let the carey's and worey's just melt away ay ay ay yay. eh. holy. holly. wholey. hollyfield. Holy Field.

Pucci Pancho

2008-06-04T08:02:00.000-07:00

From NYTIMES article on Emilio Pucci:
“Mediterranean, color, positive vibrations, radiance, with a clear elegance,” he says. One day Pucci mentioned that she loved the smell of a place in Turkey where the coast fell into the sea and the trees almost had their roots in the seawater, a mix of wood, sea breeze and fresh air, so Demachy specified patchouli and vetiver for the woody signature and certain synthetic molecules for the scent of the ocean. He kept its chypre heritage but twisted it in a modern way, finally adding galbanum to the top of the scent’s structure to make it less “tender.”

The galbanum is the key. Here is a miraculous material that is at once retro — the perfume of a woman having her hair done in a 1958 beauty salon — and, in its oddly elegant green abstractness, futuristic. Laudomia made sure of it. She had gone through draft after draft. And just as she had at age 3, Emilio’s daughter finally said, “This is the one.”
I am soo ecstatic to announce that I am the new face of the Pucci campaign! I mean, how else would I be able to afford all of the panchos, pants, leggings and throws?? They saw me and they knew - Pucci was made for me and I was made for Pucci. We are a match made in print paradise - and my energy and verve is exactly what they need to revitalize the brand and give it back it's nine lives. Sayanora small goverment town, The Riviera calls. Throwing out every single last item of clothing and revamping the boudoir with pure pucci design. New tattoo? PUCCI. Pay in the pats on the back people- pop the question - pucci time!

poeteer

2008-06-01T18:01:00.001-07:00

some tractor-trailer u-haaul gypsy turned to his eye candy then drained the lizard.This peeled the cream cheese right off my bagel, cutting me off cold turkey..whale rider rented then returned but not by me.

Montreal

2008-06-01T17:12:00.000-07:00

I love Montreal in the late spring.Nothing can beat it. A weekend doesn't cut it. We stayed in the nicest apartment near Prince Arthur and the park. Tree lined streets of stone apartments with stairs to second level cozy book lined walls with an easel paintings white couches and mexican pillows. Attractive people stylish and sexy friendly eye candy great music and familiar faces that it feels so good to see. leaving feels like an untied shoe, a wall with no door, a flower with no stem, a phone with no ring a house with no roof a horn without honk a wing with no flight a stop with no light. Whatever floats your boat whatever diapers your baby, does your laundry flosses your teeth brushes your hair. Whatever pays your bills answers your door delivers your mail eats your breakfast. Hey, whatever finds you a husband wife neighbour daughter. Whatever hails your taxi. I have an appetite, a thirst that must be quenched squelched satiated melted. A musing hot tea soother. feast your eyes. drain the lizard.

Mr.Eeyusslee

2008-05-28T14:29:00.000-07:00

I was on web phone with my sister from another mister, Lizzy, in Brooklyn, when she said "oh! be right back, there's fireworks.." she meant these ones. oh yeah those were the ones. I watched the Golden Compass for the second time last night. It is definitely not a childrens film. It's really great I would reccomend it to anyone who wants a highly enthralling, captivating, surprising film. It is not what one would expect. It goes far above and beyond the call of duty. Trust me, it's true. I'd better get reading though. I have to catch up with myself.

Venus

2008-05-27T08:15:00.000-07:00

I have a confession. I am addicted to books. I can't get enough. Mainly old books. Not really a fan of new ones. I like the 1$ dust box variety. Or the left over from the yard sale/church sale/moving/going out of business variety. If they're not worth reading, I'll tear the pages out by paragraph at random to grab a hidden message. I love words. Down to my last dime, I'll scoot on over to mags'n'fags and spend it on a poetry short story review. I read in the bath, on the bus, walking down the street, on a bench. I like watching how the words are strung together and I have no patience for too many words in a jumble with no phonetic ring. I prefer banana phone to redundance. but then I can just cut up the words and put them in a collage.

Vegas

2008-05-26T06:40:00.001-07:00

I guess a good way to get people to read this would be to give them the address. A couple of random people read, i'm sure, but not a bevy or a circus. I don't have a set formula here so maybe that's why I don't share with the masses deliberately - I never know what I'm going to write about next. My only goal is to make it interesting, enthralling, thoughtful and humorous. in attempting to reach this feat, it is possible that none of the above exsists. Possible. But not likely.

Cupid

2008-05-25T16:20:00.000-07:00

Green Room

2008-05-25T16:03:00.000-07:00

I should clean. My roomate just moved all the junk from the sun room into
the house. Now I'm sitting in the sun room, writing and watching a man do Tai Chi in the Schoolyard across from me. Because it's Sunday. And this room is the best room to be in this time of year - the most beautiful bright green spring/summery day. Breezy. So she ran a 25k marathon this morning, cleared out the room, cleaned up my friend's Garage sale junk from the corner; she is a trooper. Initiatory. she takes..initiative. I am taking another sort of initiation I suppose. I take it as a compliment to be thankful. or rather to be in gratitude is complimentary to my being>? Something to do with there being a buffet everywhere I go; with fruits, sandwiches, juice champagne and cake. not to mention dip. everywhere I go. I mean, that's not exactly hobo with the stick and bundle now is it it is....abundant supply.

Hand Heart Head

2008-05-22T10:39:00.000-07:00

Knight Life

2008-05-22T08:43:00.000-07:00

Can this Man write a piece of his life story so that I can have some insight into what makes him so honorable? DDL is so interesting. Apart from being a phenomenal actor, he is like, the opposite of a 'strawman'. I would take up smoking wierd foreign tobaccos in an English pipe, just to sit by a fire and chat with him. What are the monumental moments in his life, where do his epiphanies lie? Oh, and I am sure he would insist I do not take up pipe smoking, he'd chat with me smoke free. What's the deal with this ancient ritual? I mean, it is originally sacred and mystical, until it was adopted by 'royalty' and politics - like any true mystical tradition. The lion and the unicorn fight for power. The Lion represents patriarch, politics and control. The Unicorn represents the mystical, the invisible, the secret, the gift. The Supreme Court of Canada has this emblem above the Judges head. It is also on the old twenty dollar bill. Like the pyramid on the American one dollar bill. Quite interesting symbology.

People Everywhere

2008-05-21T07:56:00.001-07:00

THE GIFT

2008-05-20T07:10:00.000-07:00

So I haven't updated in a few days 'cause I've been on tour with my band, "THE GIFT". We've been to Missouri, Wisconsin, Saskatchewan, Lake Huron and Kemptville, all in the last ten days. I know, it seems like abit of a stretch, but we just go where "THE GIFT" is most needed. The sooner "THE GIFT" get it's message out the rest of the world, the better. Not everyone has heard of "THE GIFT" but almost everybody knows about it. "THE GIFT" have always been sort of sought after, even before they were majorly popular, like they're almost about to be, right now.
"THE GIFT" represents a little part of everyone, reflected in the masses, as they stand or sway to the music. Some people sit, but mostly there's a kerfuffle, and that get's most folks hootin and hollerin out in the field and in front of the stage. It's a real excellent choice when it happens the way it usually most naturally does. "THE GIFT" don't segregate. "THE GIFT" is one hundred percent worldwide and international. "THE GIFT" needs you to survive, and want's your opinion. Ciao for now, "THE GIFT" is gone gardening.

Spring

2008-05-15T09:01:00.000-07:00

Wow. Everything is so alive. Walking along the canal, on my way to pick up my 'official documents' so I can transfer to UBC, the trees sang to me the very reason I've made the decision to leave. Other then the fact that Ottawa is only livable all year wrong if you aspire to work for parliment (and not the funk band) or have a car and live in Wakefield. All year long? apparently all year WRONG!
This winter was INSANELY long and strenuous. The lilac trees in full bloom look like a strange miracle, though it's only nature. Nature 'ain't no miracle - it's natural! And it's the right kind of compliment to someone like me with an over abundance of energy. The feeling of anticipation and desire for change propels me. To have a garden and snowboard on the weekends and paddle into the ocean to surf moves me towards elation. A tear forms in my eye. Air expands within me and I remind myself to be here now. Appreciating the wonder of spring.