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Tuesday, 20 November 2007
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Currently Listening
Silver and Fire
By M. Craft
The Soldier.
see relatedBuy Nothing Day
November 24th 2007.
The busiest shopping day of the year is on Friday, as Christmas is a month away. Wear mittens, the enemy of purses, wallets and pockets. Stay away from the malls! Enjoy the beauty of the season, rather than consume mass amounts of plastic, paper and goods made in sweat shops!
Be smart this season and all that follow.
Friday, 02 November 2007
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Currently Listening
Challengers
By The New Pornographers
see relatedIs it okay to not be happy with where you're at, to strive for more, to seek and not find, but keep on seeking because you have nowhere else to place your hungry eyes?
Is it good to stir yourself up and want more and better things?
Is it a good idea to get lost in poetry and sip Sauvignon Blanc and fill my tear ducts with watery questions and forgotten pain and new love?
Perhaps.
Is it okay to read Robert Frost? Sometimes.
ROBERT FROST
Acquainted With The Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the skyProclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
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Currently Listening
Black Sheep Boy
By Okkervil River
The Latest Thoughts.
see related"The Cinnamon Peeler" by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.
I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...
When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said
- this is how you touch other women
- the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
- And you searched your arms
- for the missing perfume.
- and knew
- what good is it
- to be the lime burner's daughter
- left with no trace
- as if not spoken to in an act of love
- as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.
You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
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Currently Reading
Everything Must Change: Jesus, Global Crises, and a Revolution of Hope
By Brian McLaren
see related"Socially, in this economy we consume time and produce fatigue, consume art and talent and produce entertainment and amusement, consume work and leisure and produce paychecks and heart attacks...[we] consume individuals and produce consumers, and finally consumers consume themselves and produce disembodied fragments called "wants" and "needs" and "markets" and "segments" and "anxieties" and "drives" that the economy consumes and excretes and re consumes in a kind of cannibalistic ferment or rot. In the process, we commonly produce successful mega consumers of unimaginable wealth who are more or less bankrupt in compassion for their poor neighbors. And in a stroke of suicidal genius, we simultaneously produce poor people whose greatest dream is to be like those mega consumers who don't at all about them."
-Brian McLaren, from "Everything Must Change: Jesus, Global Crises and a Revolution of Hope.
I'm in a poetry class that makes me want to cry out in relief. I had trouble sitting still the other day as my prof told us about the beauty all around us. The simplicity that's crying out to be found and appreciated. Our assignment was to write out 5 details that may often be overlooked. She had to tell us to stop our busy lives and stoop down and stare at the leaves on the ground, the snails, the water droplets. I was saddened by the fact that she felt like she had to tell us that.
What is this world coming to?
I'm dropping out of university in January because I don't agree with the stress, the rat race, the pressure that's being placed on my life. I'm not saying I don't want to pursue anything, I'm saying I don't want to do it in that way. It's not for me. I'm not living my life on the fast lane. I'm not conforming. It's simple.
We can do things differently. It's not always easier, but it's exhilarating and fulfilling.
Break free. Just do it.
Tuesday, 04 September 2007
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Currently Listening
Back to Black
By Amy Winehouse
Tears Dry On Their Own.
see relatedButternut squash soup, jasmine green tea, a pear coloured sky, mist seeping between the pine trees, soggy leaves on windshields, caramel apples at the ferry dock, dark brown and saffron yellow. I feel like autumn is in the air. Of course the return of students from overseas and big cities to the university town also reminds me that school is back in session. And the fact that I'm going to university tomorrow is a blinking exclamation mark in my mind. I'm nervous like a girl before she takes off on a trip all alone. What is to become of me and my wanderlust? I had dreamy thoughts of delivering babies the other day, which is like a cup of warmth compared to the hallways and libraries of another culture.
I feel full. Full of goodness and challenges and one more splash will most likely cause me to overflow. Or burn someone's hand. Or splatter across the table. I'm not so sure what it will look like.
Let's hope that the drops in this new season are gentle on me.
misses_michaela
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- Name: Michaela
- Country: Canada
- Metro: Victoria
- Birthday: 10/10/1985
- Gender: Female
- Member Since: 6/29/2005
About Me
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I don't want the 9-5 life. I want THRILLS and adventure and memories that will forever shape my life. I adore traveling and cultures. Music is my soundtrack to life and I'm always spinning. I travel around the world with Canadian flags stuck to my bags, yep, I do. Jesus is my Beloved and the reason behind every good thing in my life.
