Saturday, November 25, 2006
Pourquoi?
What is the world coming to? I called someone on their cell phone the other day and that person answered her phone while taking a pee. Why? Why would someone answer her phone while taking a pee? I don't want to hear the trickle of urine in the background while trying to conduct a conversation. Nor do I wish to hear the ominous flush at the end of the trickle!! Seriously People! If you are peeing and someone calls you, let the call go to voice-mail!!!
Also....Yesterday when I awoke I looked out my window and saw nothing but white. This often occurs at our latitude but it is particularly discouraging when the sun does not show itself for days. I go to work in the dark and I come home in the dark. I do my hair in the morning and put a toque on. I put on sunscreen daily, (because this is what I'm told to do by the dermatologists) and never feel the sun on my skin or see it from our windowless office. The only contact I have with the outside world on these bitterly cold days is my trek from my apartment to the bus stop and from the bus stop to work. In those few brief minutes I can feel the icy wind try to penetrate my skin like a million tiny snowmen with hypothermic(sic) needles. Where are you Spring? I long to feel your warm breath on my neck and the embrace of a zephyr!
Also....Yesterday when I awoke I looked out my window and saw nothing but white. This often occurs at our latitude but it is particularly discouraging when the sun does not show itself for days. I go to work in the dark and I come home in the dark. I do my hair in the morning and put a toque on. I put on sunscreen daily, (because this is what I'm told to do by the dermatologists) and never feel the sun on my skin or see it from our windowless office. The only contact I have with the outside world on these bitterly cold days is my trek from my apartment to the bus stop and from the bus stop to work. In those few brief minutes I can feel the icy wind try to penetrate my skin like a million tiny snowmen with hypothermic(sic) needles. Where are you Spring? I long to feel your warm breath on my neck and the embrace of a zephyr!
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Beautiful Words
Remember, body...
Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires which for you
plainly glowed in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice -- and some
chance obstacle made them futile.
Now that all belongs to the past,
it is almost as if you had yielded
to those desires too -- remember,
how they glowed, in the eyes looking at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.
Constantine P. Cavafy (1918)
The Cinnamon Peeler
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 the rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbour 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 the 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 grass cutter'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 the act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar.
You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.
-- Michael Ondaatje
Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires which for you
plainly glowed in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice -- and some
chance obstacle made them futile.
Now that all belongs to the past,
it is almost as if you had yielded
to those desires too -- remember,
how they glowed, in the eyes looking at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.
Constantine P. Cavafy (1918)
The Cinnamon Peeler
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 the rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbour 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 the 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 grass cutter'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 the act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar.
You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.
-- Michael Ondaatje
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Who Wants Kevin Federline Now?
Honestly, who does this guy think he is? Does he really think that he will get laid ever again? The sad thing is he probably will. He may even pro-create again...God help us all.
I truely feel bad for Britney. Yes, she chose a bad husband and a bad father for her children but she probably thought that he would grow up eventually. Sadly, Britney, he hasn't done so yet. Her career and personal life both seem to be in the toilet but I think dumping K-Fed is a good move in both arenas. I am hoping for big comeback for Britney. Not because she is super talented but because she seems like a genuinely kind person...just not that bright. I'm sick of hearing about successful women being taken advantage of by deadbeat jack asses. What a skeez!
I truely feel bad for Britney. Yes, she chose a bad husband and a bad father for her children but she probably thought that he would grow up eventually. Sadly, Britney, he hasn't done so yet. Her career and personal life both seem to be in the toilet but I think dumping K-Fed is a good move in both arenas. I am hoping for big comeback for Britney. Not because she is super talented but because she seems like a genuinely kind person...just not that bright. I'm sick of hearing about successful women being taken advantage of by deadbeat jack asses. What a skeez!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
A Disturbing Trend
I realise that the Blog genre was almost entirely created as an outlet for teenage/middleage angst but I find my recent trend of depressing entries shameful. I used to be a good writer...honestly...one may say an above-average writer at the very least. Now it seems that all I do is whine.
I am not a whiner. I don't think even my older siblings would label me as such. I am able to put up with a variety of shit without complaint usually. What has changed? Am I truly unhappy? I don't think I am...on the contrary...I'm probably happier now than I have been for the past 5-6 years. Perhaps I need a hobby. Or maybe it is that whole "dream deferred" thing. Something inside of me is drying "like a raisin in the sun" and I need to rehydrate.
To the four people who read my blog,(yes, and to you the Phantom Post-er who removed your comments before I had a chance to read them!), I make a pledge to cheer the hell up!
:O)
I am not a whiner. I don't think even my older siblings would label me as such. I am able to put up with a variety of shit without complaint usually. What has changed? Am I truly unhappy? I don't think I am...on the contrary...I'm probably happier now than I have been for the past 5-6 years. Perhaps I need a hobby. Or maybe it is that whole "dream deferred" thing. Something inside of me is drying "like a raisin in the sun" and I need to rehydrate.
To the four people who read my blog,(yes, and to you the Phantom Post-er who removed your comments before I had a chance to read them!), I make a pledge to cheer the hell up!
:O)
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
I Hope This Is A Joke
Have you seen R. Kelly's Hip Hopera, "Trapped In The Closet"? I truly hope that it is all a joke. I am afraid it is not though. I wasn't able to post the opera itself, I tried but my posting skills are lacking. You should check it out though, all 11 Chapters. It is awfully disturbing...I hope you don't turn to stone:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ms3WabNFWnc
There is also a great parody by Mad TV:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkRF9sUzCSo
God speed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ms3WabNFWnc
There is also a great parody by Mad TV:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkRF9sUzCSo
God speed.
Monday, November 06, 2006
My Favourite Goblins
These are my nephews trying to look tough after a hard evening of trick-or-treating. The oldest three are wearing false, gnarly teeth so don't write to me about encouraging better dental hygiene. Also, Spencer, (Jack-Jack Incredible) looks dazed and confused because he likely is...dazed and confused. He is less than 7 months old and is thoroughly in awe of the Halloween phenomenon. The lumberjack in the back is my older brother Paul.
I'm not sure if Carter (Superman) has padded muscles or if that is a snowsuit underneath his costume. Or, maybe he really is that buff.
It wouldn't be Alberta if the kids didn't make their Halloween costumes big enough to fit over a full snowsuit.
Ryan and Grant are pirates of the Carribean with exceptionally clean clothes and no visable tatoos or piercings.
I think they are all adorable but I'm their Auntie and likely biased.
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