Wednesday, 17 December 2008

thirty three things to do in my thirty third year

(inspired by this awesome list posted by Hula Seventy)
(pink = done!)
1. turn my little drawerings into a web comic

2. visit the science centre and pioneer village

3. read at least 2 books (i hardly read at all these days)

4. go to a museum by myself

5. finish painting my apartment

6. take a road trip

7. finish the series of paintings i started

8. get new glasses

9. lose 20 lbs.

10. work on my children's alphabet book and accompanying dolls

11. think a bit more before i act

12. see the ocean again

13. learn html and css

14. go to elvis bossanova

15. send postcards to my friends

16. own a lomo/holga

17. start a photography project

18. make a new friend

19. go camping

20. visit the east coast

21. watch less tv

22. make some guerilla art

23. write more

24. take a self portrait sans clothing

25. eat something new and different

26. make homemade eggnog

27. brush my kitty everyday

28. surprise my husband

29. write a script

30. drink more water

31. win the lottery

32. make 33 people smile (at least)

33. make 33 lists of 33 things (4/33)

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

a new year is nigh

in not so many weeks I will be turning 33. i find myself inexplicably drawn to this number, and look forward to adopting it as my own for a year. that being said, i will be posting a few prepatory items in anticipation of its arrival. to begin, here is a sprinkling of tiny information nibblets concerning the number 33:

  • the number 33 is said to symbolize truth, and that good will always triumph over evil (which is nice.)
  • a significant number in modern numerology, it is considered one of the "master" numbers, along with 11 and 22
  • those of Islamic faith believe that the dwellers of Heaven will externally exist in a state of being 33 years old
  • 33 is Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's old number
  • in french, italian, romanian, spanish and portuguese, the word a patient is usually asked to say when a doctor is listening to his or her lungs with a stethoscope is 33 (trente-trois, trentatrè, treizeci şi trei, treinta y tres and trinta e três)
  • jesus is said to have been 33 years old when he was crucified (in 33 A.D.)
  • 33 is the number of innings in the longest baseball game in history (1981, rochester red wings vs pawtucket red sox)
  • 33 is the code for international direct-dial phone calls to France
  • a normal human spine has 33 vertebrae when the bones that form the coccyx are counted individually


Monday, 17 November 2008

Say cheese.

I just realised that though I started this blog as a means to inspire myself, it is clearly becoming a place for me to vent. Not a problem, venting is good. And nobody reads this shit anyway.
Still, just so you know, I do also smile and laugh and love. lots o the time. :)

The Young and the Restless

I'm having one of those days when I wish I could push the sun back behind the horizon and wake up all over again. This time I would not argue with my husband, and not forget the keys to my office. I would not begin my morning dipped in a hot vat of frustration.

But the sun is stuborn and will not resign.
Then comes the recurring urge to tie all my possesions to a stick...

Friday, 7 November 2008

Friday, 17 October 2008

Lately, as She Walks to Work

Lately, as she walks to work, she is beginning to see more of a bounce in her step. She believes in everything: gods, ghosts, miracles, curses. But she believes that everything exists within our minds, or not at all. In recent years she has become lazy and permissive with her own mind, leaving her natural pessimistic ghoul unchallenged and free to rush about in a murderous frenzy. This horrible ghoul had convinced her of all sorts of retched untruths, like nothing ever changes, nothing is really worth the effort, anything she tries will not be good enough, and worst of all, that it is too late for her, that she has missed her opportunities and wasted her life. But lately, as she walks to work, she has been wittingly reaching out to her younger self in an attempt to recover; to rescue and reclaim. Lately as she walks to work, she is holding her shoulders a little higher than before; smiling at strangers; taking deep breaths; and beginning to realize the ridiculousness of this Ghoul’s ideas.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

She Sells Omniscience by the Seashore

i've been toying with this demented little excercise in my head recently, as i walk to work. you see, i've so very many wee ideas, and so very many wee worries pin-wheeling around in my big, blustery noggin, that i rarely make anything out of anything and spend a lot of time spinning about like a tether ball after the recess bell sounds. the older i grow, however, the more i feel a need to pick up my sticks and try to build a little something. and what i really need to begin such an endeavor is perspective. a pair of magic specs to help me see all the sticks and know which way to bend in order to lift them. which brings me to the afore mentioned excercise. i've decided to appoint myself the omniscient narrotor of my own story. to write and think of myself in the third person as often as possible. not a judgmental narrator, mind you, but a kind and gentle guide, like those nice old british men with deep, candied voices who narrated the children's specials i grew up with.

it seems a bit batty, I know, but i really think it may be benificial to my plight. i'll fiddle with it for a spell and let you know. if all goes well, my next entry will likely begin with "she".

Tuesday, 30 September 2008

Georgia On My Mind







must've been all that exercise ;)

Healthy, Wealthy and Wise

This morning, I arose at 6:30am, nearly two hours before my usual wake-up time, and 'worked out'. I cannot tell a lie, it was difficult to get out of bed. There was some definate nausea and contempt. But once I started moving I actually felt energized. And by the time I had finished, I felt fantastic!  I guess all that mumbo jumbo people always spew about exercise making you feel good blah blah blah, is actually based on something! Who knew? I may just do this stuff every damn day!

Monday, 29 September 2008

Courage, My Love

Today I was captivated by the life of Amelia Earhart. I’d known of her vanguard flights before, and of her mysterious demise, but I hadn’t realized the scope of her adventures and her courage.
I was most certainly inspired! And inspiration grows on no trees in my wood lot. So here are a few of the inspirational quotes I came across, to accompany these photos of the beautiful Miss Earhart:

"Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace."

"The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure , the process is its own reward."

"Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be a challenge to others."

"Worry retards reaction and makes clear-cut decisions impossible."

"Adventure is worthwhile in itself."

Friday, 19 September 2008

Lighting the candle at both ends of the street



lately i've been feeling a little frazzled. a little raw around the edges. a little dissatisfied and dizzied by what I have come to see as my life. it's as though i were a drunken teenager at a makeshift party in someone's field, who spent the night stumbling in zig zags and woke up not knowing quite where she is nor how she arrived. i feel as though i've let go of this gushing hose that once watered a colorful bed of flowers, but now flails about madly, soaking me senseless. if i do not think of ways in which to sneak up on this slippery water snake and take it in my grasp once more, i will surely drown.

but there are aspects of my life that are more than satisfactory. i have much to be grateful for and many resources at my disposal. with this blog, i mean to sort through the mess and assemble the broken bits. to harness the hose and to lead the poor shit-faced teen back toward the path.