Friday, January 30, 2009

oh wednesday....

sometimes the scariest thing about children, is the realization of what their parents must be like. children sometimes say things, or act in strange ways, and our first thought is 'omg, can you believe that kid?' but when you really think about it, where does an 8 year old get their ideas? i remember when i was 8, my view of the world was very sheltered, only shaped by my immediate world, and occasionally Scooby Doo.

there happens to be this company, which may or may not be a children's broadcaster, that tries to better the lives of children by bringing awareness of certain things to their attention; in short, by bringing a greater awareness of the world at large, into their pillowfort surroundings. all's well that means well, but correct me if i'm wrong, but shouldn't children be left to enjoy their pillowfort surroundings? when i was 8, i didn't know the meaning of the word 'stress'. kids these days do, and its in part thanks to mediums like this, where all knowing adults mean to ease the stress of the little kids' minds...but in doing this, they're simply teaching kids what stress is.

although the media is a big part of life now, my first point was that kids primarily learn things from their parents, but what the hell kind of parents are out there anyway? my example lies here: this broadcaster went to a prestigious, catholic private school to interview some kids on the subject of bullying (i am not making light of this subject, mind you) and the broadcaster was curious to know if bullying occurs more inside the classroom, or outside on the playground.

one particular, adorable, little girl (who was the epitome of Wednesday Adams) earnestly spoke her innocent little mind (revealing a lot about her roots in the process)

Broadcaster: "where do you think bullying occurs most?"
Wednesday: "i think that bullying occurs most in public schools, because they let anyone in"


Sunday, January 18, 2009

"our world may be a giant hologram" reports that we might actually be living in The Matrix...well, ok, not really, but apparently some scientists stumbled upon a discovery that they weren't intending to find. Basically, we're living in somewhat of just another dimention in the universe, and we're essentially just like holograms, made up of a million little particles (being projected onto the atmosphere?)...perhaps Willy Wonka was onto something when he turned Mike TeeVee into a million-piece hologram to beam him into a television!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

sometimes i sit and contemplate

things like how last week i went out dancing with some friends and new acquaintances. as i've said before, i'm a nervous-wreck-drinker who has trouble distinguishing between the right and wrong things to say/do. i was dancing with all of these folks, and decided to pull out my latest (and uncontrollable) move: the "pretend to pull my shirt open and shake my boobs at you" dance move. yeah, i know, but it's really funny when my friends and i partake in this move, because we're all in on the joke.

however, i got a little too comfortable with these friends and strangers, and ran up to a girl (a girl) i just met less then an hour before, and pulled this move on her. she looked a little confused, so i giggled and tried to explain that it is our "funny signature move". ok, so she found it somewhat amusing (somewhat), but looked like she really thought i needed help. oh mano.

ok, another thing i've been finding myself contemplating lately...greeting cards. is this a booming industry? i'd just like to know who writes these beauties. is it a competitive market of card writers? a small inner circle, all friends/enemies with each other? i imagine it could get quite cut-throat coming up with...well...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

countdown....'s been swell folks.
these days of long, luxurious relaxation are almost over.
although i don't call laundry luxurious, the beauty was that i was able to go to the 'mat at 2:00 on a wednesday.
i love you weekday world; when all your dwellers are away at work (as i usually am)
its off to audio mix sessions in 20 minutes...and after that...back to the life that most of you call "the real world." i, on the other hand, call this the real world.

my heater & me

ugh, always want to write more here, but i just plain don't. things are all flopped around right now: just got back from NYC on Sunday night, and have been working night shifts since (with a bit of night school mixed in there) thank you baking class for pies and thighs.

NYC is one of the best places in the world. i loved everything about it, except the subway crowds and the dudes with machine guns at grand central. those suckers must just be for show, i can't imagine anyone firing off a MACHINE GUN in the middle of an innocent, rush hour crowd just to get one guy. come on. you guys aren't fooling anyone...just making yourself seem ultra important. actually, the NY subway in general is pretty dank n' dirty. oh, and the damn express trains! i had no idea i was on one of these so-called things, so when we got to the stop, we got all ready to exit...and then the subway just kept going..and going...and going...

Sweetie Pie place on earth, and Barbara Walters was sitting right beside us

bathroom in Sweetie Pie...holy sigh.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

another last holi-day

happy new year! ok, i haven't written much lately, mostly out of laziness....and because of being busy creating other things. this painting is my latest, almost impossible to photograph though. the year has so far started off well, will be onto new paintings soon (two in mind) and i've managed to curtail my over-active mouth very well...that right there is goal number one of 2009. this past week, i've recorded three songs (one cover, and two of my own) which is a big first for me. it's fun, but frustrating also.

i stumbled upon some old cassette tapes this week...hilarity. my recorded love letter to leonardo dicaprio (oh god why?). this was a venture with lindsay-anne and michelle when we were 13 yeras old. leo was on "growing pains" and us gals were mad for him. but we thought, why just write a letter? we busted out the mini boom box and recorded our genius (including our phone numbers/addresses in case he wanted to contact us, a physical description of what we looked like "i have a red face...", our own rendition of "bohemian rhapsody", our own song "i farted", and some amazing pieces on the piano with extra sustain pedal added. i mean, how could leonardo dicaprio possible resist a 13 year old girl with a red face serenading him with a song about flatulence? anyhow, turns out we never did mail him the tape, so i still have it, and let me tell you, its genius.

and so, to continue starting the year off right, i'm heading to new york city in 5 days! never been before, and luckily got a place in soho on a friend's recommendation (thanks drew!!)

lots of goals for the year (not resolutions, just goals i'd like to see myself accomplish...turning 30 is also a good incentive)
  • get a new therapist (this is a big one for an anxiety wreck like me - my last one was a kook)
  • design my own website to properly start showcasing me me me
  • learn more about finances
  • spend a lot more time with my cello
  • go back to school (oh wait...this one is already done...i start on tuesday!)
  • sell some paintings! (this means i have to get working!)
that is just a small list to begin. it feels good to start the year off this way no? oh, and hello foggy trinity bellwoods!

howling wolf tree!!!