Who is to blame in one country
Never can get to the one
Dealin’ in multiplication
And they still can’t feed everyone

Yeah, ok… so it’s been forever.  But now it’s now and now I am writing this and that’s about all I can tell you.

I just woke up, from a nightmare that is.  A few fellow eco-terra friendly friends and I were flying about (yes flying).  We noticed these gigantor machines riping up this ripe large tree.  Now this tree was so beautiful, and its bark was so perfect… much like the tree on the corner before the entrance to the library in Niagara Falls.  (Note: Picture will follow at end of my wordy world).  Anywhoozlez, we were getting mighty anxious at the fact that we were helpless against these big machines but something needed to be done immediately!
(aside: check out http://www.maisonalouette.com/english/ecoterra2/ for some random earthly goodness)
So we float over and three of these trees were near the beautiful waters edge, which just happened to be displaying a gorgious sunset at the time.  But the red of the sun was so urgent it added to the pressing situation at hand.   People of the world began to gather, and we pleaded with them to stop murdering these young much needed trees.  There was a few fellows who were drinking oodles of beer in plastic cups.   They were sitting on lawnchairs and laughing together at our efforts.  They said we were interupting their football game and will speed up the tree murders to get us to stop bothering them.
We tried to reason with the crowd of people that were gathering around these men, but they were convinced that the trees had to go because they would have died from the water raising anyways.

It was ludicrus.  We were so angry and I remember giving one of the dudes the finger while buzzing around him, and I even spilt his three cups of full beer he was balancing.  That down right ticked him off…. and then the men started to put all kinds of books onto a dock that was beside one of the trees (their next victim).  We watched in horror as he threw a match into the beer soaked pile of knowledge.

It was a terrible dream and I woke up in a terrible sweat.

I have been having some rather nightmarish dreams as of late.  But they are full of symbolism and metaphors.  It’s great. And after seeing the writers block question of the day on Livejournal:  Today in 1893 U.S. President Benjamin Harrison declared full amnesty for Mormon polygamists. Is it the government’s place to define which marriages are valid and which are not?

It made me laugh.  The interpretation of the dream was my favorite question ‘why?’….  I love to ask it and I encourage everyone to ask it.  Why?! Why?! Why!!?!?!    But still, I feel sort of helpless yet fired with anger…  hum….

Ok well I am going to leave it at that…

I have been working and balancing life for the last long while… and after receeding into my turtle shell I feel kind of ready to emerge… but with my butterfly wings this time!  Bah…  Ok well I’m off into the wild blue yonder…  Have a wonderful eve and a wild winter wonderland!

P.S.  PICKAPATURES:

the Tree n’ me:

Zaatz all folks!

Now, I have heard this before… and I have come across situations like this before… AND STILL IT DOWN RIGHT ERKS the ECK outta ME!

Firstly, how can somebody tell another person to NEVER do something. I mean, there are recommendations and past experiences to reflect on… but to put such a negative on something so potentially fulfilling…. ERRRARAAGGGHHH!!!
Secondly, RIGHT in front of his children. Calling somebody ugly is out of the question… but basically (and I’ll sum it up beautifully) saying, ‘I hate my life, YOU ruined it and I’ll never get what I had back no matter how spectacular YOU could possibly become’ to the very creature that you had manifested into existence, is ok. Not to mention the fact that this very creature child who, happens to be at such a spectacular rambunctious age, is the most intuitive, intelligent, spontaneous genius EVER created!!! And instead of honouring our future, these children who have children just pick meaningless fights with each other. No wonder we aren’t evolving as speedily as I would like!

Yet again I would like to reiterate my sick dream: Everyone has to earn their right to have children, and they must graduate from Child Psychology 101 which is taught by, non other than, CHILDREN! I don’t know about you… but this really, really, really bothers me…..

Random 101 Question: As the old saying goes, one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. What’s the best thing—chairs, roller skates, old electronics—you’ve ever found that someone else had thrown away?
I found Children discarded and thrown away…. But it takes only a few moments of random fun to see a glimmer in their eyes…

I really urge everyone who can, please become a mentor to somebody… it is saving the world one future at a time…

xoxox

Cheers to the lost and confused… may they find love and inspiration within themselves, for themselves…

muax!
.k.

P.S.  Recent Pickapatures:

Skin Fenced In:

www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com (or have similar manurisms)

2B-Blind

DJ Kitty:

Dear Legs:

I might eat all of her cuteness one day….

Although I say I dislike family guy, at least it represents the worst of humans with honest integrity… It makes me not want to be human.

I am so frustrated that it makes my heart feel like it is skipping with excitement. Well I suppose it is…. It is hurting for passion of what frustrates me… and what might that be you ask?

Well for starters, I was introduced to the loco-lemon *ahem* I mean lululemon ordeal. I have been sucked into this consumerist vortex for a brief moment or two when the bistro I work at announced said they were catering the yoga-tastic event. To my surprise it held way for 1000+ people or so who flocked all over Ontario and beyond to consume and bicker and banter in some NON Yoga way… And one gal in the crowd managed to remark to a co-worker of mine while watching a yoga demonstration, ‘It looks like a cult’. (yeah, she compaired yoga to a cult…)

*Intermission* (you’ll need it)

Furthermore, I just finished watching this amazing documentary about Brittany Spears. It truly captured her brilliance. She is such a beautiful person. It really inspired me actually… I am going to see if I can find some quotes to post. *reluctantly googles because all search engines are taken over by google* Of course the stupid search engines do not have any pages that are worth reading… full of marketing junk… & all the quotes are stupid and don’t even come close to achieving the reality of which she expressed. I guess that is the entire point I am trying to make.

It’s so disgusting. Nothing is real…

Then I found myself doing what I do best, flipping the channels (keep in mind I watch the TV once in a blue moon). The commercials were TOO much for me to handle. All that garbage I was ingesting into my waking life. I don’t want to think about it, and if it wasn’t for the quality of that documentary, and the fact that it was my mothers TV, I would have thrown my shoe at it (which I hear *&saw* is a very insulting gesture to do in the middle east…heh). I want to throw my shoe at the big media executives…Maybe I would be lucky enough to imprint my sole onto their finely tailored suits which hide their rotting minds.

Then to top this black hole off, there was a commercial that caught my eye… It was a dirty, crazy looking guy, with dramatic camera style, and he slowly looked at the camera and did some homeless suggesting gestures… Then it said peerintoasoul.ca. Of course those type of words capture my attention. So, I ever so reluctantly turned on my computer and verified that ‘advertising really does work’. It delivered my eye to this really complicated website… and deep down I knew I was about to get punched in the soul at peerintoasoul.ca …. & sure enough… it was a KIA car website.

It makes me so friggen upset.
Granted, I am at a very delicate time in my female cycle… not that you needed to know that, but I really don’t care because if you read this far then you are mature enough to handle the fact that ITS NOT REALLY A SECRET and I wish people would stop denying such important things. When I feel this emotional, I unleash my darkest truths.
The truth that Society is FRIGHTENING. It scares me so deep… into my bones. It seriously hurts my soul. I actually have such passionate tears in my eyes right now. And what is it exactly that scares me? Well here is a round about quote that Brittany said, “My life’s not out of control but TOO in control.” “I keep waking up to another ground hog day…”

This is alarming because of how RUTHLESS and cut throat humanity has exploded into. Everybody is pill popping, credit card dropping… and ‘they’ keep producing and seducing. Selling garbage/nothing! And it is making people really angry/hungry… and those people are scaring me. I feel like I am surrounded by a bunch of MEDIA ZOMBIES! And one day they might find out that I know I am real and …. ?

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Aside: In high school I had this fantasy comic book which I dreamt up to keep me from the boring gruel they were feeding our brains. The ultimate bad guy in the comic was ‘Mr. Media’… Go Bill Hicks… watch his YouTube on marketing!
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On a broader perspective, I am glad that I have a brain and it works. I see these things and it creates a burning passion to get out of this poisonous society.

Consequently, a virtual atomic bomb exploded in my head when I ‘just had to’ check out peerintoasoul.ca… It shook me awake!
! Sure they get my hit on their website, BUT THEY WON’T EVER GET MY MONEY, my time! I was honestly looking at buying a KIA car… not now, not EVER… that was a dirty trick. Disgusting… And that Karma stain doesn’t wash out boy’s and girl’s.

But, the moral of this story? Let me say this… We are on the brink of a monsoon, and this baby is gonna pour out some toxic change. I hope to keep my fear and laziness at bay and prep my lungs for a long haul of holding my breath and swimming as efficiently as I can…. cause those who are so easily fooled are going to drown in the whirlpools of nowhere.

Sounds sick, cause it is…

P.S. Check out music from “Tinariwen”. I love it. How’s that for old fashion advertising values…?

Signed,

The Girl with the Incandescent Smile and Hypnotic Breaking Bite

Answer:

I have thought of this time and time again.

My deepest childhood desire was to be a National Geographic Photographer. Should that dream fail, I would fall back on an Astronaut career, or just plain old world organizer with a side of leadership.

But, as times get quicker and people get zombie-err, Piracy plays best in my brain. OhHohHo not your ordinary pirate, no sir-ee mate-ee! I’m embarking on an artistic piratical adventure, sailing the seas of humanity, leaving copyleft ideas wherever the winds blow!

Here is some new piracy beliefs I have come to conclude:

I don’t believe in working for or with non-other-than me or a group of like mind-eds.
I don’t believe in governmental bodies of any flesh/dimension/space or time.
I ESPECIALLY don’t believe in money, gold, or diamonds more than I believe in coal, trees and fresh air.
AND I certainly do NOT believe in people telling people what they should think/do/or say.

Flip it and reverse:

I believe in somewhere’s over the rainbows.
I believe in unicorns/dragons/pixies/little green men (both from the sky’s and near pots of gold) and all other such fantastical beings.
I believe we are fantastical beings.
I believe in the omnipresent power of thought.

Furthermore, I have learned that I need to consume creativity and dance among the creators as much as possible. That is what nourishes the soul. And I want to teach others that creativity comes from one source that we all are channeling (no more no less). And it’s not a matter of the strength of the signal, but rather how tuned in we are willing to be. Badumpadump!

This world has changed! And me and my ship (PuffDragon) are sailing its high seas!

Signed (with love and extra smoochy pirate kisses),

Calico Jack’s long lost greatest grand daughter dame that ever will be, or was she?

P.S. Has anyone seen my dear PushmePullyou?

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Pikatures-but not of PiKaChuuue! haha
(sucks to be you… ooo oooh oooh.)

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P.S. I have officially finished another ‘brainbook’ (specifically the superman book) and I have bought a quaint little lavender notebook. I love it!

P.S.S. One thing I am most greatfull for…. Not being a miserable person… ooh that must be such a lonely & unfulfilled life.

How is my wordy world?  Haven’t shared a letter or few in a while.

Been rather busy myself, how bout you?

I do not exactly feel like a regular kaeli rant… but I wanted to fill the world in on my current up & coming, soul releasing, journey.

I am going on a trip.   A trip to California.     No real destination… just a focus on LA, San Francisco and Black Rock City Navada (The Burning Man is calling…)

In light of my adventure I have been doing some focused meditation and research… this lead to me wanting to share the random awesomness of syncronistic events.

I have been doing some internet reading in prep/meditation for my up & coming trip… I was researching LA and California… reading both Wiki articles…

The California article happened to display the word California as follows (IPA: /ˌkælɪˈfɔrnjə/)    haha…  ‘kaeli’  … I noted my name… so funny… THEN i was doing some reading up on LA… and the first line of the second paragraph said… **** Los Angeles was founded September 4th. 1781, by Spanish governor Felipe de Neve as El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles de Porciúncula (The Village of Our Lady, the Queen of the Angels of Porziuncola). ****

Both articles found here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles,_California

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California

Not that I entirely believe in a “birth” day… mine just so happens to land on September 4th…. heh…

Sometimes it becomes too simple… too evident…  too perfect.

LOVE.

And last but not least PHOT-OOOOHHHH-NNNOOEESEESS;

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

see you… change you… will be… always… yvt….k to the aeli

P.S.  Massage your third eye area with your thumb… it feels sooo cool… and apparently aids in clearing your sinus’…. cool & gross @ the same time!

Ever since returning from the land of the sun & fun… I found myself to be down right creatively inspired but beat down tired.

Then, I got on a raw food/blending kick… It has been a few days now… drinking my energy juice… and damn straight I feeel SOOO friggen good!  Wah!  I don’t think I’ve felt so clear in a damn long while!!!  Stupid preservatives & chemicals… Druggin society with food…. heh…

Anyways, that being said…  I was out for a bike ride this morrow… cycled down to queenston heights and on my ride home (I forgot my water & did not bring any energy juice) I was feeling rather famished….. then all of a sudden I peddled past a beautiful sight…. AN APPLE TREE!    I noticed all the seasoned apples on the ground….  YAY!  So I dismounded my steel steed and scrumaged for non wormed or rotted apples…. I found a beautiful delish one…. and after about 10 minutes of inspection and rubbing clean (haha… germaphobe)  I ATE IT!! IT WAS SOOOOOOO GOOOD!!!!   And it was not ruined by any chemical spray… and it was energized by the earth… and it tasted like no other apple I have ingested before….

I intend to travel back to that there apple tree and collect a few more… maybe even make a lovely raw apple pie with it….

YumYUMYUM!  I just HAD to share that scrumptious story….

And now for some pictures:

C’est Fini!
love me!

I miss you,

Without Wax,

K to the aeli

P.S.  Life update via photo`s is on its way… but as for right now… I feel rather wacky so I am going to go chill with some penguins.

10:45 pm – Experiment

And what may be my purpose for posting you ask?

But oh, another weird dream had I!

heh….

Yeah… this is getting cool….

I was eating some Zzzzz’s  this morning when I woke up scratching my back (with both hands)… but it was sort of a simeoultaneous waking/dreaming thing… and just as I realized I had my hand on my back… I FELT A THIRD HAND!!!!!!!   haha… it was so crazy… I immediately sat up and then just as quickly, calmed down… giggled and went back to sleep….

But that’s not all folks!  I took a nap at 3pm this afternoon… and I had a similar “back tapping” event happen just like my prior “bug in shirt” dream…

Yeah…. and… thats that black cat.

Have a wonderfully wonderful night…

.k.

P.S. Pictures!!!!:

A fun night!
. This is a real photo out my window!  Ooh I love my camera!
haha… rubbish… and only $100….??
RAINBOW LOVE!
And this is a Wayne Corlis original but in the sky….
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I got no deeds to do… no promises to keep… I’m dappled & drowsy & ready to sleep… life I love you… all is groovy….!!

Yes.

But why does always come with a label? Let me be NoName then!

I am happy and I love you, but why does that mean people need to laugh and say, “ok hippie”  WTF?

Anyways,
The reason for this rant:

NEGATIVE MINDS.

I have been really girlee lately, meaning…. my chemicals are trying to push their way into control… and I have stumbled a bit… BUT NO!  I wont succumb to my programming.

That being said, certain things that I usually let pass have REALLY been bothering me emotionally, (in the most ew errr ugh cry cry way).

For example, I was at the YMCA this morning, enjoying the wonderful expansion of physical self  ……Whilst in the locker room I overheard a rather disturbing conversation.  These little elder-ladies who were preparing for the rest of their day started swearing and cursing the people who left dirt on the floor….  but the dirt people were not there to defend their dirty ways.  They were saying things like, “I want to slap them”  and “I HATE them”  “They are useless in the world”…………..  and they kept going on about how HORRIBLE this world is because of all these TERRIBLE dirty people.

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!!!!!!!

Um….  Why would anyone hate people they don’t know?  Like, what if the people didn’t know they had mud on their shoes…. or what if it was a mom watching her three kids and they had mud on their boots but she was running late and having a hard day then suddenly the mud monster came out of the locker and tried to kidnap their muddy boots but she managed to save them and ran for her life, just in time to get her chullin to school……. and …. and …… AND URRRRRGGGGAAAARRRRRGG!

Why?  Why complain….. at the Y of all places!

Garfunkle!  This frusterates me so much…

And then I drove and parked in the CIBC lot… where I was not supposed to… but there were a billion parking spots… and this CIBC lady gets out of her car all red faced yelling all snark like “Auuuummmm You Caaannnt Paaark Theeeerre”.  What?

Whats a matter?

Why is everyone so up tight?

Dagnabbit.  I don’t smoke pot, but hippies do… maybe all the uptight people need to be chained to a hippster for a day.  I think then the world would balance out.  The negative would bring the hippies back to this reality and the free spirit & THC fumes would leave an imprint of free-love-thought in all the dark hearts.

It hurts my brain… and unfortunately it made me physically emotional… but that’s just cause I am a girl some times.

Oh well.

I still love you.  Especially if you have muddy shoes and angry grand mums who attend AquaFit!

ahaha… demotivational posters are the new thing to do!

http://www.randomhouse.com

Horse of a different (or another) colour

Rich Rodek wrote:

Where (besides Oz) might we find a horse of a different colour?

Well, bust my buttons, Rich, if that isn’t a good question. We all remember Dorothy getting by the blustering doorman at the entrance to the Emerald City by the skin of her Ruby Slippers, and hailing a carriage drawn by a horse whose color keeps changing. “What kind of a horse is that? I’ve never seen a horse like that before!” she exclaims. To which the cabbie replies, “No, and never will again, I fancy. There’s only one of him, and he’s it. He’s the Horse of a Different Color you’ve heard tell about.” The cabbie is referring to an expression used when you encounter something significantly different from what is expected–you say that it’s a horse of a different (or another) color.
That the phrase horse of a different color has been around awhile is evident by the fact that it was common enough in Shakespeare’s time for him to play on its meaning, as he does in Twelfth Night. In the play, written in 1601, Maria plots to use Malvolio’s high opinion of himself in order to make a fool of him:

TOBY: [Malvolio] shall think by the letters that wilt drop that they come from my niece, and that she’s in love with him.
MARIA: My purpose is indeed a horse of that color.
ANDREW: And your horse now would make him an ass.
MARIA: Ass, I doubt not.

If Shakespeare knew about the horse of a different color, then perhaps a trip to England to find the original h.o.a.d.c. is in order. There is indeed a such a horse to be found whose color changes on a periodic basis. Carved into the chalky white downs of southern England is a huge stick-figure of a horse, mid-gallop. This two-acre etching, known as the White Horse of Berkshire, was cleared of grass and weeds during the Scouring of the White Horse ceremony, held every seven years, a tradition continued until the mid-1800’s. Turning from green to white, after the cleaning it was truly a horse of a different color.
A second, more likely theory of the progenitor of the h.o.a.d.c. hinges on the fact that armored knights in medieval tournaments rode different-colored horses in races in order to distinguish themselves from one another. One can imagine the medieval version of the OTB denizen watching the finish line for his color horse, only to say with the expression of someone who has just lost a bundle, “Zounds! That’s a horse of a different color!” Think what unscrupulous race-fixers in the Middle Ages could have done with MGM’s kaleidoscopic horse–every horse that came in would be a horse of a different color, and thus a loser.
Helen

PIKATURES:

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AND MY ELECTRICAL STAMPEDE:

xoxoxo

I don’t get it though.

I just REALLY don’t get it.  Some might consider me rather stupid… because I don’t get it that MUCH!

He had a stroke on Saturday night, which is rather interesting to note because I have been a right wacky twat ALLL week and now that I know the gig is up, I know who has been pulling at my subliminal strings.

Anyways, that is way beside the point.

I am completely and utterly in love with my dog.  Nobody, object, or thing shall ever amount to that there furry creature.  He is infinity itself just visiting and experiencing wacky family life in the 3D.  That being said, one should think I am a complete puddle of uselessness at the moment.  However, fear not cause I am rather balanced.  He certainly isn’t.  It is actually cute to walk him watch around now, his head slumped to one side with his everso brilliant eyes and happy little tale.

I had a “break down & cry like Dane Cook”  (ooooh good song just MP3′d its way into my ears—  Harrowdown Hill- Radio Head—–heh ok back to the story) after I heard the dreadful news.  But after a good friendly hug and condolance, I took a deep breath and smiled.  When I was crying, all the while I was thinking that I don’t really need to cry right now…. it was just a good pressure release.
But I am not sad. I wrote on my hand “Don’t deep thought” to prevent myself from alowing my ego to trip into the sad abyss of nothingness.  Ever since then I done feel it.

When I saw my puppy in his fragile state, it was sad and I let the tears flow…. but I was still in the know….

But I don’t get it.

How could he just go away… disappear.  I am so serious right now people!  I DON”T GET IT.  It makes my brain warm trying to understand.  How can anything possibly just go away???  I have my memories… and the such.  The only thing to get used to is re-arranging my schedule to reflect the change that he will not be available to experience in the physical.

Ah.

Whatever, I think I should get going and get things done.

All I know is that I love him, no matter what he is made of.

kiss kiss.

Buster Keaton Yarwood + Kaeli Michelle Yarwood = Super Coolness!

I feel I’m hiding, but I’m too tired to seek.  There is so much happening.  So much to do and see.  Places to be… people to greet.  But not a sure space for me.  Well that’s how i see….

I feel a mighty personal rant about to run, but this is my therapy session… Livejournal has done wonders to me getting to know myself… so if you are reading this… please, just read it as though I am sailing the ocean of my own mind, and you just so happened to catch a wave.

I have been rather sea sick at the thought of my own quietness.  Sometimes I feel as though I might not have the energy or will to speak anymore.  I see the colours, but they don’t seem as bright.  I see the opportunities… and although I still try, I don’t care to rely on their benefactors anymore.   I am more consumed with other’s goals to overshadow the fact that I don’t have any.  And to be frank, I never did.  I spoke of grand affairs that I would like to “one night stand or two” with… (school, travel, children)…. but deep down it all felt so childish… so… lame.   haha.  Yet again… I am not depressed, and I am not a mess.   I think I am just utterly board with this mundane astrocity of a spiral universe.

uh.

wow.

Spiral universe.

Spiral.

Repitition.
Patterns.

NO WONDER.

We are all just going around in circles!
Ha.
But I already felt that…  and it is making me dizzy.

So I have some debt, but no regrets  (other than self discrimination).    I am self chained to my debts.  Paying for my “experiences” with my “robotic” working class ways.  But I have cut down my “working class” hours so much that I wont really take any significant chunks off my debt for awhile.  Just making my minimum payments.   They get the exact same anyway….

Where does this leave me?  Unable to bring my stomach to a steady job….  unable to bring my brain to repeat creative thought…  deeply disturbed with the thought of committing undying thought to something other than a passion.

Hum diddly dee.

I really like the movie “Golden Compass”.   It is riddled with subliminal messages, ones that inspire me to be creative.

I guess I need to look for my power source.   I don’t feel balanced.  I don’t feel lately.   It is just this little hum of a drum that keeps my beat going on.

Am I unhappy?  No.
Am I unsatisfied? Yes.
Am I going to keep banging on to this hum drum beat?  I don’t know.

I know that I have to go out and get it.  Go out and make it.  Go out!  Get er done?  Blah blah… I can only psych my self out so many times.

Obviously that isn’t sticking…. it isn’t working.

What am I afraid of?  I’m afraid to tell…

But I know darn well that something has to be coming up… my train tracks are sounding rusty, and this road is getting bumpy.

I have been sub/consciously eliminating my material collections.  In preparation of taking off…. somewhere.  Ideally I would like to have no debt… a suit case ready to be “stickered”… my guitar… simple clothes…. a few photos…. and an open mind.

AH!  There we go.   I finally wrote it down.

First I need to make my own $.  (doing so now)
Second- I need to solidify my creative work (paint, photograph, sculpt, sew, music, movies)
Third-  I need to make worldly connections on the grand-ular scale.  Preferably with ones who see past the veil.
Fourth-  I need to avoid “solidifying” my plans… cause certain truth is always uncertain.  I just need to morph them into bigger better beings like I know I will be.

WHEW!
You have no idea how good that felt.  I feel all motivated…. well I do feel tired too… mainly due to the fact that I am stareing at an alarmingly bright and radiating light machine….

Ok, I’m going to go memorize a few monologues… I have an audition Friday for a ghostly tour…. yip.  Things really are wonderful… I think I just get cross eyed sometimes.

Another thing that I have put in a back brain pocket… art retreats…. some places far far away offer artists low monthly stay rates for their altered perspective on creative life.

That would be cool.

It especially would be a good start to finding where I’ve been hiding.

xoxox
k to the crazy.

P.S.  read the below excerpt from something I was given recently…. brilliant no?
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Below: Something worth pondering..

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, yet more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; Tall men with short character; steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce; fancier houses but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.