Come on, little stranger

I'm learning to fly

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Hi. I just wrote an entire poem here and then deleted it. Didn't feel like sharing, but it felt damn good to get those feelings off my chest. I guess that's all it takes sometimes.

What a delightful weekend I had, shared with wonderful people across the board.

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Saw "The Young Victoria". Aside from the painfully abrupt ending, I really, really enjoyed it. Ah, to wear what they wore back then! So intricate, delicate, and beautiful (and, I'm sure, painful). Prince Albert was....dreamy.

Check out the trailer


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The New moon was on Friday.....sent some intentions/manifestations out into the Universe. Felt very right. Hadn't done that in a while...

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I wore man shirts all weekend. Today, man shirt paired with mini skirt. Perhaps a new favorite combo. CL said it worked. And I am highly, highly considering the faux hawk. ARGH, why can't I make up my mind?! I just don't want to look like a teenage boy or a lesbian. Both would attract some unwanted attention...

but then I'm like, "well, hair grows". So...hm.

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Sunday went on a little journey to Orient Point, NY. Freezing rain aside, it was pretty great. It's amazing what a small trip outside of the city can do to revitalize you!




Misty beauty

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Today was full of stuff that makes ME feel good. Coffee, coffee, coffee, writing, soft boiled eggs/english muffin, sun and warmth, my girl CL (and a trip to Agent Provocateur, rawr!), food at Park, din din, and now some music and art.

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I am currently working with water color pencils, acrylics, and imitation gold leaf (random, I know). I would show you a picture, buuuuuuuuut my computer suddenly won't post any more photos. sweet!

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The beginnings of what will be an incredibly long play list:


This is good for your ears


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Went for a run this morning. Felt amazing. For some reason, whenever Jimmy, by M.I.A comes on my iPod, I think of Monkey Beach, by Eden Robinson. I think it's because I was introduced to M.I.A. around the same time I was reading that book...and one of the main characters is named Jimmy, in the book.

My POINT is, I love Eden Robinson. She is one of my favorite Canadian authors (this is my chance to also give a great big shout out to my man, Michael Oondatje, another stellar Canadian author). I read Monkey Beach 3 years ago and still think about it at least 2x per month. I think what I appreciated about it, besides the well-crafted prose, was how Robinson interwove the oral tradition of storytelling with the modern. The tale was fantastical and magical, but grounded and real. READ IT, if you're searching for your next yummy novel.

From Publishers Weekly:

Jimmy Hill's fishing boat is lost at sea, and while his older sister, Lisa, waits for word, her thoughts drift to their childhood in Kitamaat, a small Haisla Canadian Indian community off the coast of British Columbia. Skipping back and forth between the 20-year-old Lisa's anxious vigil and the story of her upbringing, this lyrical first novel by half-Haisla short story writer Robinson (Traplines) sings with honesty. As a child, Lisa is a feisty kid, a fighter. Her heroes are her Uncle Mick, a Native rights activist who teaches her to sing "Fuck the Oppressors," and her grandmother Ma-ma-oo, who instructs her in Haisla ways. Popular culture and tradition go hand in hand in Kitamaat, where a burnt offering to the dead is likely to be a box of Twinkies, and Lisa's sensible, hard-working parents try to give their children the best of both worlds. Jimmy, a straight arrow, shows early promise as a swimmer and trains for the Olympics. Lisa, meanwhile, is thrown off course by the tragic death of Uncle Mick and joins a gang of tough boys in junior high. A few years later, she runs away to Vancouver and a life of drugs and alcohol. Startled at last out of her downward spiral by the spirits that have visited her since she was a little girl, she comes home just in time to watch as her brother's life falls apart and he inexplicably takes a job as a deckhand. Eventually, she sets out alone to meet her parents near the spot where Jimmy's boat was last seen. Lisa is an unsentimental, ferocious, funny and utterly believable protagonist.

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Ohhhhh, I have so much more to write and share, BUT, I am really into this piece o' "art" on my floor and I wanna get back into it and get messy w/ my acrylics.

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"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. " -- MLK Jr.