Summer ends..
a ray of sun,
lower in the sky,
shadows blend to falling leaves
arbutus bark
crunch under foot
an end
and a begining.
SMALL TOWN GIRL-BIG WORLD HEART
Friday, September 25
Hello again...
Summer ends..
a ray of sun,
lower in the sky,
shadows blend to falling leaves
arbutus bark
crunch under foot
an end
and a begining.
Monday, September 7
Sarah Kramer-Happy 10th Anniversary "How it all Vegan"
There are times when we feel privately proud of our friends' accomplishments.
Those moments between the two of you that include beamy grins, tears and hugs.
There are other times when you want to yell their accomplishments from the rooftops.
This is one of the latter.
My friend, Sarah Kramer, is celebrating the 10th anniverary of her first cookbook "How it All Vegan"
To celebrate this she has come out with a revised edition and a 2010 calender with her fabulous photography, face, and deliciously quirky style.
click on this title for link "How it All Vegan"
This woman is a superstar, but don't take my word for it. Check her out on Canada am-Tuesday September 8th, 8:45am.
Those moments between the two of you that include beamy grins, tears and hugs.
There are other times when you want to yell their accomplishments from the rooftops.
This is one of the latter.
My friend, Sarah Kramer, is celebrating the 10th anniverary of her first cookbook "How it All Vegan"
To celebrate this she has come out with a revised edition and a 2010 calender with her fabulous photography, face, and deliciously quirky style.
click on this title for link "How it All Vegan"
This woman is a superstar, but don't take my word for it. Check her out on Canada am-Tuesday September 8th, 8:45am.
Tuesday, September 1
Tuesday, August 25
Summer...
Golden light
shines,
rains over green.
Rambles through fingers of leaves, shadows of cool
The pool
Leap with me.
Wednesday, August 19
It has been a while, tag you are it.
I can't believe how long it has been since I wrote here.
Well, it has been a particularly busy summer.
Much happening in the world of theatre and friends and family to keep me preoccupied and off the computer.
What I would like to ask you all now is..
"How did you spend your summer vacation?"
A few lines in the comment area of what your fave moments were would be lovely.
Me??? why funny you should ask.
Summer was spent in theatre camp craziness with Comedia Dell'Arte and The Shadows Project, in pre production for two other shows, and many lazy days poolside, beachside and deckside with Mojitos. Gardening has not been without it sfruits of labour either...mmmmmm zuchini, squash mmmm.
It has also seen a reunifying of friendships, family and furry time and the exciting plans of good friends who are about to get hitched.
It is going by in a dizzying blur however, time to take stock and make every last moment count.
Your turn...
Well, it has been a particularly busy summer.
Much happening in the world of theatre and friends and family to keep me preoccupied and off the computer.
What I would like to ask you all now is..
"How did you spend your summer vacation?"
A few lines in the comment area of what your fave moments were would be lovely.
Me??? why funny you should ask.
Summer was spent in theatre camp craziness with Comedia Dell'Arte and The Shadows Project, in pre production for two other shows, and many lazy days poolside, beachside and deckside with Mojitos. Gardening has not been without it sfruits of labour either...mmmmmm zuchini, squash mmmm.
It has also seen a reunifying of friendships, family and furry time and the exciting plans of good friends who are about to get hitched.
It is going by in a dizzying blur however, time to take stock and make every last moment count.
Your turn...
Thursday, August 6
John Hughes....RIP
I feel like I am writing a lot of farewells lately.
Some incredible hearts and talent have left us of late and today...a man who reached into our teenage angst and mirrored it back to us so brilliantly, is added tothe list of "gone but not forgotten".
John Hughes.
Such a tremndous storyteller.
When I settle in to watch "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" for the trillionth time, I will raise a glass to you John Hughes.
A litttle montage of some of my favourite movies of all time "Do I Stutter" by John Hughes.
Montage, click on this
Rest in Lasting Peace harry Patch "Merkin"
Harry Patch attending the launch of the 2007 poppy appeal, in Weston-super-Mare, Somerset. Photograph: Adrian Sherratt/Rex Features
"I am the only one that got through
The others died where ever they fell
It was an ambush
They came up from all sides
Give your leaders each a gun and then let them fight it out themselves
I’ve seen devils coming up from the ground
I’ve seen hell upon this earth
The next will be chemical but they will never learn"
S/ Harry Patch
Lyrics from Radiohead's new song that came from the last remaining Britsh Soldier from WW1
The song is haunting...the man......worth a moment of your time to remember.
"Patch died on 25 July, the last survivor of the bloody Passchendaele assault. For 80 years he refused to talk about his war experiences, but eventually agreed to take part in a BBC documentary in 1998. Patch's realisation that he was one of the last links to the first world war persuaded him to go on record about it." s/Dan martin, The Guardian.UK
click on title for the song...
Harry Patch ( In Memory Of)
Sunday, August 2
From The Onion.....
I read this article and thought it an important piece to share.....
personal consumption vs political resistance.....
Published on Wednesday, July 8, 2009 by Orion Magazine
Forget Shorter Showers: Why Personal Change Does Not Equal Political Change
by Derrick Jensen
Would any sane person think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions”?
Part of the problem is that we’ve been victims of a campaign of systematic misdirection. Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organized political resistance. An Inconvenient Truth helped raise consciousness about global warming. But did you notice that all of the solutions presented had to do with personal consumption—changing light bulbs, inflating tires, driving half as much—and had nothing to do with shifting power away from corporations, or stopping the growth economy that is destroying the planet? Even if every person in the United States did everything the movie suggested, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by only 22 percent. Scientific consensus is that emissions must be reduced by at least 75 percent worldwide.
Or let’s talk water. We so often hear that the world is running out of water. People are dying from lack of water. Rivers are dewatered from lack of water. Because of this we need to take shorter showers. See the disconnect? Because I take showers, I’m responsible for drawing down aquifers? Well, no. More than 90 percent of the water used by humans is used by agriculture and industry. The remaining 10 percent is split between municipalities and actual living breathing individual humans. Collectively, municipal golf courses use as much water as municipal human beings. People (both human people and fish people) aren’t dying because the world is running out of water. They’re dying because the water is being stolen.
Or let’s talk energy. Kirkpatrick Sale summarized it well: “For the past 15 years the story has been the same every year: individual consumption—residential, by private car, and so on—is never more than about a quarter of all consumption; the vast majority is commercial, industrial, corporate, by agribusiness and government [he forgot military]. So, even if we all took up cycling and wood stoves it would have a negligible impact on energy use, global warming and atmospheric pollution.”
Or let’s talk waste. In 2005, per-capita municipal waste production (basically everything that’s put out at the curb) in the U.S. was about 1,660 pounds. Let’s say you’re a die-hard simple-living activist, and you reduce this to zero. You recycle everything. You bring cloth bags shopping. You fix your toaster. Your toes poke out of old tennis shoes. You’re not done yet, though. Since municipal waste includes not just residential waste, but also waste from government offices and businesses, you march to those offices, waste reduction pamphlets in hand, and convince them to cut down on their waste enough to eliminate your share of it. Uh, I’ve got some bad news. Municipal waste accounts for only 3 percent of total waste production in the United States.
I want to be clear. I’m not saying we shouldn’t live simply. I live reasonably simply myself, but I don’t pretend that not buying much (or not driving much, or not having kids) is a powerful political act, or that it’s deeply revolutionary. It’s not. Personal change doesn’t equal social change.
So how, then, and especially with all the world at stake, have we come to accept these utterly insufficient responses? I think part of it is that we’re in a double bind. A double bind is where you’re given multiple options, but no matter what option you choose, you lose, and withdrawal is not an option. At this point, it should be pretty easy to recognize that every action involving the industrial economy is destructive (and we shouldn’t pretend that solar photovoltaics, for example, exempt us from this: they still require mining and transportation infrastructures at every point in the production processes; the same can be said for every other so-called green technology). So if we choose option one—if we avidly participate in the industrial economy—we may in the short term think we win because we may accumulate wealth, the marker of “success” in this culture. But we lose, because in doing so we give up our empathy, our animal humanity. And we really lose because industrial civilization is killing the planet, which means everyone loses. If we choose the “alternative” option of living more simply, thus causing less harm, but still not stopping the industrial economy from killing the planet, we may in the short term think we win because we get to feel pure, and we didn’t even have to give up all of our empathy (just enough to justify not stopping the horrors), but once again we really lose because industrial civilization is still killing the planet, which means everyone still loses. The third option, acting decisively to stop the industrial economy, is very scary for a number of reasons, including but not restricted to the fact that we’d lose some of the luxuries (like electricity) to which we’ve grown accustomed, and the fact that those in power might try to kill us if we seriously impede their ability to exploit the world—none of which alters the fact that it’s a better option than a dead planet. Any option is a better option than a dead planet.
Besides being ineffective at causing the sorts of changes necessary to stop this culture from killing the planet, there are at least four other problems with perceiving simple living as a political act (as opposed to living simply because that’s what you want to do). The first is that it’s predicated on the flawed notion that humans inevitably harm their landbase. Simple living as a political act consists solely of harm reduction, ignoring the fact that humans can help the Earth as well as harm it. We can rehabilitate streams, we can get rid of noxious invasives, we can remove dams, we can disrupt a political system tilted toward the rich as well as an extractive economic system, we can destroy the industrial economy that is destroying the real, physical world.
The second problem—and this is another big one—is that it incorrectly assigns blame to the individual (and most especially to individuals who are particularly powerless) instead of to those who actually wield power in this system and to the system itself. Kirkpatrick Sale again: “The whole individualist what-you-can-do-to-save-the-earth guilt trip is a myth. We, as individuals, are not creating the crises, and we can’t solve them.”
The third problem is that it accepts capitalism’s redefinition of us from citizens to consumers. By accepting this redefinition, we reduce our potential forms of resistance to consuming and not consuming. Citizens have a much wider range of available resistance tactics, including voting, not voting, running for office, pamphleting, boycotting, organizing, lobbying, protesting, and, when a government becomes destructive of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, we have the right to alter or abolish it.
The fourth problem is that the endpoint of the logic behind simple living as a political act is suicide. If every act within an industrial economy is destructive, and if we want to stop this destruction, and if we are unwilling (or unable) to question (much less destroy) the intellectual, moral, economic, and physical infrastructures that cause every act within an industrial economy to be destructive, then we can easily come to believe that we will cause the least destruction possible if we are dead.
The good news is that there are other options. We can follow the examples of brave activists who lived through the difficult times I mentioned—Nazi Germany, Tsarist Russia, antebellum United States—who did far more than manifest a form of moral purity; they actively opposed the injustices that surrounded them. We can follow the example of those who remembered that the role of an activist is not to navigate systems of oppressive power with as much integrity as possible, but rather to confront and take down those systems.
© 2009 Orion
Derrick Jensen is an activist and the author of many books, most recently What We Leave Behind and Songs of the Dead.
personal consumption vs political resistance.....
Published on Wednesday, July 8, 2009 by Orion Magazine
Forget Shorter Showers: Why Personal Change Does Not Equal Political Change
by Derrick Jensen
Would any sane person think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions”?
Part of the problem is that we’ve been victims of a campaign of systematic misdirection. Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organized political resistance. An Inconvenient Truth helped raise consciousness about global warming. But did you notice that all of the solutions presented had to do with personal consumption—changing light bulbs, inflating tires, driving half as much—and had nothing to do with shifting power away from corporations, or stopping the growth economy that is destroying the planet? Even if every person in the United States did everything the movie suggested, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by only 22 percent. Scientific consensus is that emissions must be reduced by at least 75 percent worldwide.
Or let’s talk water. We so often hear that the world is running out of water. People are dying from lack of water. Rivers are dewatered from lack of water. Because of this we need to take shorter showers. See the disconnect? Because I take showers, I’m responsible for drawing down aquifers? Well, no. More than 90 percent of the water used by humans is used by agriculture and industry. The remaining 10 percent is split between municipalities and actual living breathing individual humans. Collectively, municipal golf courses use as much water as municipal human beings. People (both human people and fish people) aren’t dying because the world is running out of water. They’re dying because the water is being stolen.
Or let’s talk energy. Kirkpatrick Sale summarized it well: “For the past 15 years the story has been the same every year: individual consumption—residential, by private car, and so on—is never more than about a quarter of all consumption; the vast majority is commercial, industrial, corporate, by agribusiness and government [he forgot military]. So, even if we all took up cycling and wood stoves it would have a negligible impact on energy use, global warming and atmospheric pollution.”
Or let’s talk waste. In 2005, per-capita municipal waste production (basically everything that’s put out at the curb) in the U.S. was about 1,660 pounds. Let’s say you’re a die-hard simple-living activist, and you reduce this to zero. You recycle everything. You bring cloth bags shopping. You fix your toaster. Your toes poke out of old tennis shoes. You’re not done yet, though. Since municipal waste includes not just residential waste, but also waste from government offices and businesses, you march to those offices, waste reduction pamphlets in hand, and convince them to cut down on their waste enough to eliminate your share of it. Uh, I’ve got some bad news. Municipal waste accounts for only 3 percent of total waste production in the United States.
I want to be clear. I’m not saying we shouldn’t live simply. I live reasonably simply myself, but I don’t pretend that not buying much (or not driving much, or not having kids) is a powerful political act, or that it’s deeply revolutionary. It’s not. Personal change doesn’t equal social change.
So how, then, and especially with all the world at stake, have we come to accept these utterly insufficient responses? I think part of it is that we’re in a double bind. A double bind is where you’re given multiple options, but no matter what option you choose, you lose, and withdrawal is not an option. At this point, it should be pretty easy to recognize that every action involving the industrial economy is destructive (and we shouldn’t pretend that solar photovoltaics, for example, exempt us from this: they still require mining and transportation infrastructures at every point in the production processes; the same can be said for every other so-called green technology). So if we choose option one—if we avidly participate in the industrial economy—we may in the short term think we win because we may accumulate wealth, the marker of “success” in this culture. But we lose, because in doing so we give up our empathy, our animal humanity. And we really lose because industrial civilization is killing the planet, which means everyone loses. If we choose the “alternative” option of living more simply, thus causing less harm, but still not stopping the industrial economy from killing the planet, we may in the short term think we win because we get to feel pure, and we didn’t even have to give up all of our empathy (just enough to justify not stopping the horrors), but once again we really lose because industrial civilization is still killing the planet, which means everyone still loses. The third option, acting decisively to stop the industrial economy, is very scary for a number of reasons, including but not restricted to the fact that we’d lose some of the luxuries (like electricity) to which we’ve grown accustomed, and the fact that those in power might try to kill us if we seriously impede their ability to exploit the world—none of which alters the fact that it’s a better option than a dead planet. Any option is a better option than a dead planet.
Besides being ineffective at causing the sorts of changes necessary to stop this culture from killing the planet, there are at least four other problems with perceiving simple living as a political act (as opposed to living simply because that’s what you want to do). The first is that it’s predicated on the flawed notion that humans inevitably harm their landbase. Simple living as a political act consists solely of harm reduction, ignoring the fact that humans can help the Earth as well as harm it. We can rehabilitate streams, we can get rid of noxious invasives, we can remove dams, we can disrupt a political system tilted toward the rich as well as an extractive economic system, we can destroy the industrial economy that is destroying the real, physical world.
The second problem—and this is another big one—is that it incorrectly assigns blame to the individual (and most especially to individuals who are particularly powerless) instead of to those who actually wield power in this system and to the system itself. Kirkpatrick Sale again: “The whole individualist what-you-can-do-to-save-the-earth guilt trip is a myth. We, as individuals, are not creating the crises, and we can’t solve them.”
The third problem is that it accepts capitalism’s redefinition of us from citizens to consumers. By accepting this redefinition, we reduce our potential forms of resistance to consuming and not consuming. Citizens have a much wider range of available resistance tactics, including voting, not voting, running for office, pamphleting, boycotting, organizing, lobbying, protesting, and, when a government becomes destructive of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, we have the right to alter or abolish it.
The fourth problem is that the endpoint of the logic behind simple living as a political act is suicide. If every act within an industrial economy is destructive, and if we want to stop this destruction, and if we are unwilling (or unable) to question (much less destroy) the intellectual, moral, economic, and physical infrastructures that cause every act within an industrial economy to be destructive, then we can easily come to believe that we will cause the least destruction possible if we are dead.
The good news is that there are other options. We can follow the examples of brave activists who lived through the difficult times I mentioned—Nazi Germany, Tsarist Russia, antebellum United States—who did far more than manifest a form of moral purity; they actively opposed the injustices that surrounded them. We can follow the example of those who remembered that the role of an activist is not to navigate systems of oppressive power with as much integrity as possible, but rather to confront and take down those systems.
© 2009 Orion
Derrick Jensen is an activist and the author of many books, most recently What We Leave Behind and Songs of the Dead.
Saturday, August 1
from the garden....
...and the little peach tree that we brought home, sad and stickly that no one wanted.
Our own Charlie Brown Tree....a peach- perfect, blush and fuzzy emerges.
Look at what they missed out on...
Our own Charlie Brown Tree....a peach- perfect, blush and fuzzy emerges.
Look at what they missed out on...
Wednesday, July 22
movie etiquette 101, pass it on...
Okay.....
there are a few things I would like to get off my chest about being in a social movie setting
1, my biggest pet peeve..
STAY PUT AND READ THE CREDITS.
Really, those names are the people that MADE the movie you are watching. A movie is so much more than what you see the actors do and the effects that support them.
They are the sweat, blood and inspirational creativity that made sure your movie experience was all it was.
Sit still...finish your bevvie and take in the names as they scroll by.
When you watch them for years, you start to see the names as they move through the hierarchy of the movie world and they deserve the few minutes it takes to read and acknowledge their work.
AND IF YOU MUST WALK OUT BEFORE THE CREDITS ARE DONE ROLLING, GET OUT OF THE WAY OF THOSE WHO WANT TO STAY AND READ THEM
WRAPPERS...
Leave the crunchy wrapping at home, or unwrap and prepare it before the lights go down....ugh cellaphane....we all hate it.....doing it slowly does NOT make it less quiet, it only prolongs the pain.
Talking...
YOU ARE NOT IN YOUR LVIING ROOM....SHUT THE HELL UP!
The lights go down, your mouths need to close.
Do I really need to say anymore?
Beepers and cell phones...
ugh...again I say, you are not in your living room, turn them off, including the vibrate button and rememebr you are not alone in the theatre.
FEET
A little common courtesy...for heavens sake keep your feet off the chair in front of you if someone is sitting there.....no one likes to sit in an endless array of kicks, whacks, thumps and wiggles.
You are having your escape, allow the space others need to do the same.
Okay rant over...share some of these thoughts okay?
Friday, July 17
Rocky Whore Picture Show
Is there anything better than a bunch OF peeps dressed up and lipsynching to the Timewarp?
Nope..and I got to perform it with the Disco Bondage Prostitues from Outer Space a few halloweens ago as magenta, when we did a version of the Rocky whore picture show.
tee hee..nothing better than that.
click on title to watch..
THE TIME WARP
Nope..and I got to perform it with the Disco Bondage Prostitues from Outer Space a few halloweens ago as magenta, when we did a version of the Rocky whore picture show.
tee hee..nothing better than that.
click on title to watch..
THE TIME WARP
Thursday, July 9
Go figure...
I soend two months travelling through Ancient Greece and surrounding areas and come home with ummmm "ACHILLES tendinitis...
The irony is not lost *rolls eyes*
Monday, July 6
Still Have a Way To Go....
This map of gay rights globally is a bit of a wake up call.
There is still much, much more work to do...
click on pic to enlarge and read the stats..
Thx to Chris Mackenzie for taking this photograph.
There is still much, much more work to do...
click on pic to enlarge and read the stats..
Thx to Chris Mackenzie for taking this photograph.
Sunday, July 5
PRIDE
WEAR YOUR TRUE COLOURS, LIVE OUTLOUD WITH PRIDE AND CELEBRATE OUR DIFFERENCES AND WONDERFUL UNIQUENESS.
THE VOICE OF ACCEPTANCE THAT STARTED YEARS AGO, STILL NEEDS TO BE HEARD.
JOIN IN AND YELL.....EQUALITY FOR ALL.
Wednesday, July 1
Happy Birthday Mumzie and Canada
Every year we celebrate the birthday of Canada with my mom. She always gets fireworks on her b"day. I think she planned it that way!!!
Wishing Mumzie a wonderful day and to Canada, I will wear something red.
Wishing Mumzie a wonderful day and to Canada, I will wear something red.
Saturday, June 27
It is...
SUMMER VACATION!
A glass of full bodied wine,
alarm clock facing the wall - it has been naughty,
a house of furries excited for the attention,
a garden of delights with Daiv span ahead of me.
Sigh....
I love summer.
A glass of full bodied wine,
alarm clock facing the wall - it has been naughty,
a house of furries excited for the attention,
a garden of delights with Daiv span ahead of me.
Sigh....
I love summer.
Thursday, June 25
Rest peacefully Michael jackson
I am so sad to hear that Michael Jackson has left this world.
His talent is undeniable and the mark he made in the world of modern music, untouchable.
A tortured soul who was not well understood and whom I hope is shining bright and at peace now.
His music certainly influenced my own experience in the 80s and 90s and recently in a band I was a part of, KingBong.
Singing his words "Never Can Say Goodbye" certainly seems poignant now as his music, genius and legend live on.
My thoughts go to his children and close friends who knew the real Michael.
click on here for video
Monday, June 22
3 years...woosh!
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3 years ago, a sad, scared, shy and nervous little faery cat decided we were her humans and cast her spell.
We brought her home and immediately she transformed and became "Lunassa La fey" moongirl of the faeries and has brought love and light and magic to our home ever since.
Here are a few memories of the last 3 years....
the mirror has two faces
stole Daiv's heart from the first look..
And Niko and nessa love each other....and her bowl
and 3 years later...
3 years ago, a sad, scared, shy and nervous little faery cat decided we were her humans and cast her spell.
We brought her home and immediately she transformed and became "Lunassa La fey" moongirl of the faeries and has brought love and light and magic to our home ever since.
Here are a few memories of the last 3 years....
the mirror has two faces
stole Daiv's heart from the first look..
And Niko and nessa love each other....and her bowl
and 3 years later...
I'm wishing....
for a plane to whisk me away to a land where the voices I hear are not my language.
Where the smells are exciting and unfamiliar and where I am stirred by the beauty.
Sigh...will go to sleep and dream now
.....of those wonderful faraway lands
... that call me.,
Loudly!
Daiv.......we are going to Spain!........soon!
Where the smells are exciting and unfamiliar and where I am stirred by the beauty.
Sigh...will go to sleep and dream now
.....of those wonderful faraway lands
... that call me.,
Loudly!
Daiv.......we are going to Spain!........soon!
Friday, June 19
Tick Tock
time...
staccato rhythms
sounding
out a breath.
Short, consonants,
tick tock.
Bouncing the hands of a clock,
faster
urgent
until,
the clock
stops!
staccato rhythms
sounding
out a breath.
Short, consonants,
tick tock.
Bouncing the hands of a clock,
faster
urgent
until,
the clock
stops!
Thursday, June 18
Poisonous plant to animals, please have a read...
Please have a look and see if you or anyone you know has this plant.
This is from Burnt Hills Vet Hospital:
"Sago Palm" or "Cycad"
Poisoning Alert- It has come to our attention that many home improvement stores are selling a houseplant that can cause serious poisoning in pets and children. The plant is called the “Sago Palm” or “Cycad”. It is also referred to as “The Oldest Known Plant”. It is used in outdoor landscaping in Southern States, but can only survive as a houseplant in the North. All of this plant, including the seeds and root ball are toxic. Signs of illness first appear about 12 hours after ingestion and include gastrointestinal sign such as vomiting, diarrhea and lethargy. The toxins in the plant lead to severe liver failure with progressive weakness, jaundice, bruising and bleeding and other signs of liver failure that lead to death. It is estimated that 75-80% of animals ingesting this plant will die in spite of aggressive medical treatment. If you have one of these plants in your home you will want to be sure to keep it away from pets and children, preferably by disposing of it safely in a covered trash can or “rehome” it with someone who does not have pets or young children in the household
Tuesday, June 16
Sunday, June 14
AHHH...STOLEN PEACE....
Yes...the screaming insanity of the neighbour's children stopped long enough to enjoy the pond for a time today...
and Niko took great pleasure in running about the place with a goofy grin and occasional woof.
Unfortunately, as soon as those same kids start screaming again, Niko my courageous sled dog, looks like this and comes inside...
and Niko took great pleasure in running about the place with a goofy grin and occasional woof.
Unfortunately, as soon as those same kids start screaming again, Niko my courageous sled dog, looks like this and comes inside...
Is it really necessary...
To let your small children scream at the top of their lungs for hours at a time..sometimes happy noises, sometimes tantrums, so your neighbours are unable to enjoy their own backyard...their little oasis they have tried to create in their world?
Really......can you all just teach your kids that screaming at that level incessantly is just not okay...I mean COME ON.
If I let my dogs bark, for the amount of time the neighbours right behind, let their kids scream, I would be fined.
I am so frustrated. Second Hand Noise... It is enough to make a screamer out of me.
Saturday, June 13
People
People baffle me.
sniping, griping, whining
Don't they know there is much more than that?
Moaning, groaning, bemoaning.
Turning their face from the joy in simple things.
a leaf, flecked with dew and light
a bird tugging its morning worm from the morning damp earth
a cat on the prowl, slithering in the dust
a simple happiness in going through their daily routines.
Truly , people baffle me.
sniping, griping, whining
Don't they know there is much more than that?
Moaning, groaning, bemoaning.
Turning their face from the joy in simple things.
a leaf, flecked with dew and light
a bird tugging its morning worm from the morning damp earth
a cat on the prowl, slithering in the dust
a simple happiness in going through their daily routines.
Truly , people baffle me.
Wednesday, June 10
Costumes and needles and pins...oh my!
It is SHOW SEASON.
What does this mean you ask?
Well it means on any given day you will find me madly typing program notes, making "to do" lists, making "to take" lists, sewing costumes pieces, raiding the house for props and what have you.
Today I am a wash of velvet and pleather, making cloaks and medieval boots/spats.
Sigh I also have glued my fingers together working on the armour with a hot glue gun more than a few times.
It is about this time of the year I wonder just how crazy I really am??? :)
Answer is.......pretty nutsy!
Tuesday, June 9
what say you?
I am devoting today to hearing what is on your minds?
Please leave a comment and share what is keeping you all busy, or not :) on this lovely June day.
Friday, June 5
Thought s on a summer's eve..
Thoughts of you abound....
around... in my head.
It is distracting,
but I like it!
around... in my head.
It is distracting,
but I like it!
Monday, June 1
She...is she you?
She lifts her hand
and waves
to the passersby that only know her
Old and broken
Where was she?
Her feet pacing the halls from
a wheelchair,
no longer supporting body
yet propelling from place to place...
Where is she?
She searches the halls
for the familiar
seeing only
confusion and questions.
Who is she?
She smiles,
a distant memory , her friend and solace
and then a glimpse of now,
lunchtime.
She is here.
She scuffles her feet towards the dining room..
smells of fish and mushy potaoes awaiting..
she stops..
Where was she?
and waves
to the passersby that only know her
Old and broken
Where was she?
Her feet pacing the halls from
a wheelchair,
no longer supporting body
yet propelling from place to place...
Where is she?
She searches the halls
for the familiar
seeing only
confusion and questions.
Who is she?
She smiles,
a distant memory , her friend and solace
and then a glimpse of now,
lunchtime.
She is here.
She scuffles her feet towards the dining room..
smells of fish and mushy potaoes awaiting..
she stops..
Where was she?
Saturday, May 30
I think I can, I think I can...
Just what makes that damn little ant,....think he can move a ...
REALLY BIG CATERPILLAR???
Seriously..this little ant was very determined and dragged this apparently dead ( killed) , caterpillar up to a rail and then down the rail...stopping to umm....drink a little nourishment along the way.
(click on pics to make larger)
REALLY BIG CATERPILLAR???
Seriously..this little ant was very determined and dragged this apparently dead ( killed) , caterpillar up to a rail and then down the rail...stopping to umm....drink a little nourishment along the way.
(click on pics to make larger)
Thursday, May 28
Archie asks Veronica to marry him..a sign of the times?
I am shocked and appalled.
Archie finally chooses Veronica over Betty after 67 years of waffling.
I am more shocked that in this article... " Archie asks Veronica"
a Uvic Prof mentions it is a good choice to marry the spoiled rich girl in our current uncertain economy.
WTF????? How is that okay?
I have strong feelings about this and hope that Archie comes to his senses before the August nuptials...
Still holding out hope that he will see Betty, realize his mistake, ask her to marry him instead and she says "Screw you, no way, I will not be your doormat!"
That would rock....than Betty and Veronica say "see ya" to Archie once and for all.
Archie in turn realizes it is Jughead he loves and they get married instead :)
Ya....that is how it should be.
Wednesday, May 27
colour a life...
An Artist...
lives the world,
through the wash of a paint brush
a pulsing palette
a hue/tone/grade of shade
A Suit
lives in tonal washes
the world in shades of gray
blind to the pulse
of a playful palette
A Child
lives the hues that please
that smile
to the absence of dark
a crayola palette of companion colours
Me?
I live the rainbow...
the dark and the light
the interplay of shadows
the warmth, the cool upon the floor
The crayola box spilled into the murk of night
What do you see?
lives the world,
through the wash of a paint brush
a pulsing palette
a hue/tone/grade of shade
A Suit
lives in tonal washes
the world in shades of gray
blind to the pulse
of a playful palette
A Child
lives the hues that please
that smile
to the absence of dark
a crayola palette of companion colours
Me?
I live the rainbow...
the dark and the light
the interplay of shadows
the warmth, the cool upon the floor
The crayola box spilled into the murk of night
What do you see?
Tuesday, May 26
Raindrops
Raindrops drip,
drippling down
droppling down around,
and the sound
reminds me to wear,
closed shoes!
drippling down
droppling down around,
and the sound
reminds me to wear,
closed shoes!
Monday, May 25
Bonjour Mes Amies!
I have been thinking a lot of my time in Paris...it seems the further away from it I get, the more I realize how much I love it.
I was taken aback originally by the costs ( okay you bleed money in Paris, just know that ahead of time) and by the very uprightness of the city.
Now as I reflect upon it, I am also seeing behind the veneer of Paris a little better.
The warmth in people's face as I worked to speak their language, the welcoming smells from every nook and cranny.....(so much pastry) The sheer volume of art....
A city that respects its art that much has got to be doing something right.
Here are a few pics of "My Paris"!
A growing love affair of the senses
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I was taken aback originally by the costs ( okay you bleed money in Paris, just know that ahead of time) and by the very uprightness of the city.
Now as I reflect upon it, I am also seeing behind the veneer of Paris a little better.
The warmth in people's face as I worked to speak their language, the welcoming smells from every nook and cranny.....(so much pastry) The sheer volume of art....
A city that respects its art that much has got to be doing something right.
Here are a few pics of "My Paris"!
A growing love affair of the senses
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Friday, May 22
Tuesday, May 19
Good things do come...
to those who squeak the wheel :)
My theatre company has finally been recognized for their hard work and creative talent and have been given a grant for our current project "The Shadows"
After almost 10 years of working steadilly away to create something wonderful with the youth and team I have...I am over the moon to have this particular stamp o f corporate approval for the work these talented youth are creating.
Yay to the City of Victoria for taking a chance on us..
Yay to Marika for writing a fantastic application.
Yay to Bruno for being part of the cog that holds this machine together :)
and Yay to Tumbleweeds Theatre Company!
Next stop The Shadows...coming soon....click on this;
check it out Tumbleweedstheatre "The Shadows"
My theatre company has finally been recognized for their hard work and creative talent and have been given a grant for our current project "The Shadows"
After almost 10 years of working steadilly away to create something wonderful with the youth and team I have...I am over the moon to have this particular stamp o f corporate approval for the work these talented youth are creating.
Yay to the City of Victoria for taking a chance on us..
Yay to Marika for writing a fantastic application.
Yay to Bruno for being part of the cog that holds this machine together :)
and Yay to Tumbleweeds Theatre Company!
Next stop The Shadows...coming soon....click on this;
check it out Tumbleweedstheatre "The Shadows"
Saturday, May 16
Birthdays...mine!
They only come once a year and they happen to each and every one of us. I love them.
Celebrate mine for about a week....
Remember when we were little and the planning and invites and special themes?
Then there were the happy faces when you got an invite
....or that left out feeling when the last one was handed out and you didn't?
Birthdays have become a Hallmark day, but they are STILL the one day when you get to have your cake and eat it too :)
hee hee hee
Happy Birthday to me!
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