Celebrating Free Time and a Spare breath

Celebrating Everything; Bigger than You

If I Were

What if after death or life, we were stuck in a book? What if we were somehow stuck writing our own books? or What if we become characters in other peoples' books and were stuck waiting until every word or sentence we were mentioned. Like we wait in a white box, and the box walls would turns rainbow or crazy trippppppy colors (yes trippy with tripple the p's). If I were to teach a class I would try to simulate that.

doodle

so fun <3

What I consider worldy music, that which I currently adore.

• La vie en Rose: Mia Doi Todd- Of course. I know the song is that trite cliché type of vintage French music. But, I adore anything that comes from that country, even if it was the barbarians that burned down Rome in 463 avant notre ère. Mais, Je l'adore.
• I'm good, I'm Gone: Lykke Li- A very different genre from the vocal of Mia Doi Todd's cover, but, then again, Lykke Li is swedish. I love the music video, which I got FO FREE on iTunes, a few weeks back. In it she does this crazy dance that makes all her clothes jiggle and sway like a mad man.
• Tout Doucement: Feist- Going back to le Français, but Canadian. Tout Doucement actually means
• Savador: Jamie T- Jamie T is actually a favourite of Lily Allen. Worldly, I realize, doesn't really bring up the noises of British pop-singers, such as Jamie T.
• Knock 'em Out: Lily Allen- la même description
• Postcards from Italy: Beirut- I think this crazy dude's French. He doesn't sing in French, but some of his live stuff is in French so... Je ne sais pas. Also, this song is in my play and I ADORE IT!
• Homeless: Paul Simon- this song is partially sung in African
• Elias: Dispatch- la même description
• The Girl from Impanima: Stan Getz- shhhhhh just listen to it. Ecoutez-la.

I feel like it's too easy to be pessimistic; much harder to go the other way. I wish that was different. I don't sound very intelligent by saying that, I know, but there's another example of me being more pessimistic than optimistic. It's such a bummer, pessimism. In fact I would go as far to call it a DEBBIE DOWNER. wa wa wahhhh !

Nature

Do you think that some things just come naturally? I mean like writing or basketball or maybe even pole-dancing? The last one could be a stretch, or maybe not, but if your parents were good at their occupation, could they pass down that talent or interest to you? Yes, right? so perhaps we're naturally interested in art. sounds good to me.

Holy Ned. No Way. Really Really Really.

I meant to paint today.... I loved the tone of the fog outside.... but then my mom made me do my homework because I would be helping the play tomorrow.... I still haven't finised at 4:31. And the light is dying.... i hate not saving the daylight. On the flip side, I'm really really really really really excited... really really reallly..... reallly reallly. but really, I cannot wait until Thursday, Friday and Saturday, when my play (well, not just mine anymore now that I have six actors, a director, a light director, makeup artists and a producer.) is showing. No way. It is. My own play. holy ned.

Hmmph

Someone bitterly told me that the only reason why people have blogs is because they want to egotistically write about themselves. Well, that is true, but that's not the ONLY reason. I know I got one because it made me feel free, and now that I've had one for a year and then some, it feels too close to me to release. It would fall too hard from into the Earth. And people use them to display their art, lackluster, generic or magnifique. Whatever. But what I don't understand is why that person would say that if they knew I had one? Some people just want you to not like them.... hmmph.

Sentiments

Whispy

Rugged, opaque and Etse

Unicef Orange

Connection: Painter to The Painted

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Honestly, it is hard to find something positive worth talking about these days. Well, not so hard, I guess; Obama won. But, there still is the annoying noise that no impact of a resolution will penetrate until much much later. Like children begging in the candy aisle; We want economic stability NOW! We want universal health care NOW! We want an ending to the Iraq war NOW! But none of that happens quickly, and they all feed into each other. Once we exit the East, our debt will stop growing, and our economy will heal back to hopefully what it used to be. And from there our government will be able to support the American people's health. But when? Like children tugging at their parents' pant leg, or business blouse; "When?" and only a negative nod is given back or a stream of puzzling words are uttered downward, or even "soon". Soon being one of the vaguest words I've ever heard. Soon could mean August of 2010, or tomorrow. Soon could be the antithesis of August of 2010, which in my opinion, is preposterous; how could that be soon? how is that soon? oh well. i guess. +

Should've Happened Sooner

Our callas heels have thawed,

and our brittle hands have stretched.

Our coiled limbs have uncoiled,

and our eyes no longer view what obfuscated dreams we were dreaming.

With our blue blood at a steady pace;

We have awakened.

Not only that

but our skeltal shoulders have risen,

and our cadervously weak bodies have detached themselves from

our molded matresses.

We still must cleanse, dress, detangle, and feed

ourselves.

But we stood.

just babysteps for now,

though sad,

for such an blessed nation.

this is now

90,000 people for just one man with his many ideas.

The beginning of the night

The middle

At the expected time

As the night grew longer......