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9月18日 Dialogue from Jay and I Meeting on POFFrom Me to Jay: I like the doll, how did you come across it? I've seen some similar before. From Jay to Me: I was at the Museum of Civilization in Ottawa over the holidays, and there was this "kiddy" exhibit, and in the middle of it, for no reason, was this creepy little black doll. It amused me to no end, so I insisted on pictures. So, what about you? What's your story? From Me to Jay: It reminds me of some African ones I've seen and also some I have seen made of socks. Me, or my prop, my hat? ..haaa My hat is unfortunately not from a Milan Kundera novel. My story, hmmm occupation -financial which is quite the 180 when you're actually creative. I write. Pitching 2 book ideas in September. I dabble in photography, I co-own/design on a local website recently started which I'm trying to come up with the best way to make 'user maintained' to make it used often by the users and therefore highly successful.... Am I boring you yet? -t From Jay to Me: No, your hat is not from a Milan Kundera novel, but you seem to be. No, you're not boring me yet. :) What's with the "financial" job, though? What does that mean? And if you're so creative (which you clearly are), do you like your job? I'm also curious about the website - what's that about? Sorry if I'm asking a lot of questions...I find your profile intriguing. Are you from Halifax? From Me to Jay: I work for CIBC. I like selling and I'm very good at it. It's a different type of creative, it's the art of persuasion. Banking has a lot of 'order' to it, whereas art has a lot of chaos. The site is newhalifax.ca A friend and myself decided Halifax ahd a lot going for it and we wanted to highlight it, over the next few weeks it's going to be revamped as we've decided we need to get users more involved. To do so I'm bringing in some more amateur writers and photographers, bascially anyone who has some spunk and wants to contribute. My idea is to make it as much user involved as possible which will maximize hits. Here's one of my articles http://www.newhalifax.ca/index.php/2007/10/19/take-me-out-everything-that-isnt-picking-up-at-a-bar-or-watching-tv-on-the-couch/ I'm from Cape Breton originally.... Your turn....... :) From Jay to Me: Hah. I'm just picturing you at CIBC, talking to one of your clients. "Yes, sir, thank you for opening an account with us, sir. And also, I want to live the life of a Whore - one who gives too freely." Hah - that image amuses me. :) My turn? Hmm....well, I have a background in theatre (did my undergrad in theatre), acted in a bunch of plays, wrote and produced a play or two, and then graduated and realized I hadn't the slightest interest in making a living at that. So, after a year or two of telemarketing and selling my soul, I went back to school and did a Master's in English lit. I fell completely in love with teaching, and after graduating, I got a job at one of the universities here. So I just moved here in August...and that's basically my story. Art criticism is actually something I've been trying to get better at. I criticize literature, obviously, and I've moved on to film, but visual art has always been a sort of blind spot of mine....I'm in the midst of learning, though! I'm going to go look up your site and your article, now... Your turn, once again. If you still want to play. From Me to Jay: Haaa, yeah I love that whore line too for some reason it always gets attention. Art criticism is loads of fun, especially laughing at the kitschy stuff and talking about what you like about the ones you actually enjoy. You have to try it sometime. :) Theatre is grand. It's also a hard thing to make a living at. With the creative passions, work doesn't flow fluidly and is more contract based. And you're usually not truly appreciated until you're dead. Ha. So What do you like about teaching besides obviously knowing all the answers? :) I used to like taking information I was given in class and finding ways of simplifying it or relating it so it could be better understood. If I was not given the reason why I was learning something, the entire purpose for it...teaching me would be like teaching a mule. So did you come from Montreal? Where is this Ewok village? I can't believe I've never happened upon it.... Your roll........ From Jay to Me: Hi there (you know, it just occurred to me, I don't know your name, and I refuse to call you Kismetrickarma, as awesome a net name as that is), Yeah, I come from Montreal. You've been there, I assume? You must have been, if you like art, or French culture, which is infinitely more exciting and sexy and varied than English culture. It's funny that you mention knowing all the answers - I've actually been afraid, since my first day of teaching, that the students are going to ask precisely the wrong question, and they'll all at once find out I'm a fraud. :) What do I like about teaching...I love seeing people engage with something, I love the sparks and passion and high-energy exchange that takes place in a classroom when it's really, really working. I love seeing people change how they think, or how they perceive the world, for the better. If I can get people to think more critically, and to feel more strongly, about everything they see around them, then I'll have succeeded at my goals as a teacher. Does that make sense? By the way...do you feel like continuing this conversation in person? As much as I enjoy writing, I'm not someone who will often defend the internet as a bastion of authentic and free-flowing communication. :) Your roll. From Me to Jay: I know Montreal. I was just back there for a visit in November. Now I walk around town proudly with my St. Viatuer bagel cotton bag from my trip. :) I know the Quebec culture well from attending universite Laval when I won a french bursary back in 97'. Yes, I know that feeling. Like a room full of mini-epiphanies going off. I love having those types of discussions with my friends when I talk about art, or my other passions. I've trained people before as well, so I can relate to the hoping they don't ask the one question I can't answer. It's an interesting struggle- the throwing out of seeds and seeing how they culture or do not. And how people deal with their own learning abilities, by being able to ask for help or not, etc. I must say you are correct in it being something best discussed in person. Let me know if you are free one day next weekend. I would like to steal you away from your grading to show you some kitschy art and maybe even see how you fair with some Seuss... My name is Terry. So stranger... Jay or Jason maybe? Pass Go... collect $200.....Your roll From Jay to Me: You sunk my battleship Hi Terry, Aww. I miss my St-Viateur bagels....Halifax bagels suck. Yes, please, please, please steal me away from my grading. It's getting to be like an albatross. My schedule is very flexible, so, pick a time/day/place next weekend, and I'm sure I can make myself free for some chatting/art appreciation/ food/ drink/whatnot and what-have-you. And, as for Seuss, all I know is that with my head full of brains and my shoes full of feet, I'm too smart to go down any not-so-good street. :) Let me know! Jason (yep, you guessed right) From Me to Jay: Haaa, yes The Seuss is strong in you :) As for bagels there are no others! Why do bagels HERE have tops for covers? Tops and bottoms! Bottoms and tops! These are things that REAL bagels have not!! In this city of trees with its' centre a star, You will not have to journey very far. You will not have to journey to all of its' ends'. Listen to me. A stranger and friend. If you have not yet found them by this time, I will let you in on this secret of mine. If it is a true bagel A true bagel you do seek- You can find St. Viateurs a la Petes' Froutique. (thank goodness right) :) I say we begin Saturday after the noon. When both in the sky are the sun and its' moon. At JW Doulls about a half-past-three- Upstairs near the penguins is where you'll find me. In the library with the candlestick Go! From Jay to Me: Saturday at half past three, Our meeting then is meant to be, With books in nooks And books on hooks, And books wherever Terry looks! With Pete's Froutique, you've missed the rail. The bagels there are always stale! They're shipped by plane, They're shipped by train, They're shipped by donkeys in the rain. They're shipped for miles without care, Those guys will ship them anywhere! Stale bagels, I just will not eat. The offer, though, was very sweet. :) I hope the weather does improve, It makes it difficult to move. With snow and ice and hail and sleet, With cats and dogs with pickled feet, And elephants with golden trunks, And daffodils chewed on by monks, With weather changing every day, What comes tomorrow? No one can say! See you this weekend! Jason From Me to Jay: Saturday at half-past-three Your tone of Seuss I wait to see! Then pulling screens of Art 'round four. And if you can be stolen more.... A conversation of events A speaking of thoughts spent, Inside a Shoey place under a lite brite tree- Seuss, Art, the Professor and Me. See you then! :) From Jay to Me: There's a pickle in my nickle, There's an issue with the tissue Of the texture in my lecture, That I'm trying to prepare. There's nothing wrong with spending long And fretful hours in the towers Of not shirking all my working, It's the proper thing to do. For the students' jurisprudence States that teachers should be reachers Towards perfection during the section Of the day they plan to teach. And yet, rather than to gather All my thoughts around my lots Of dusty tomes of Sherlock Holmes... I've been thinking just of you. There's a problem when I rob them Of the stuff they feel's enough To make their schooling not so gruelling... Yet I only think of you. There's a pickle in my nickle, There's a shirking of my working, There is laughter coming after.... 'Cause I'm thinking just of you. :) See you tonight!
9月11日 Life...A long awaited updateIt's September, sunny, but sweater weather. I'm sitting at a cafe in Vancouver, the city that doesn't see snow. I've moved here with my love Jason. We live in a rather small but expensive, high rise apartment with a balcony in the city's West End. The West End is the citys' downtown district. The place to be. If you walk down Robson you will see all the high street stores and fashionistas, people who have shoes for every outfit or mood. They walk along the glass buildings to see their reflections.
Parallel to Robson, on the other side of our residential area which sits in the middle of both of these busy streets, runs Davie street.
I like it for many reasons, it has cheap ethnic food in every persuasion, from Vietnamese to Mongolian, to Indian and back to Japanese again. The people here are real. Davie street is a 'gay friendly' area, as can be seen by it's rainbow banners hung from every street pole. There is no doubt a visually apparent difference in rent for the businesses on both of these streets. Davie looks more like a little China Town, with it's stores being like nooks and crannies, ranging from magic dollar stores, coffee shops, and the best kept secret food stops with canopies overhanging neon signs of varying colors and font scripts. Robson, is a capitalistic paradise with clean glass windows that make you feel dirty upon looking into them and realizing what you cannot afford. But still trumpeting its' merchandise as if all should have need for it. I'm here, and Jason is at UBC, while I look for work online. Still, I'm not alone.
It's been three days since I discovered using crude drug store apparatus that I now have a life inside of me, the difference between a plus and a minus. One thin, blue line.
12月24日 a dream hits meand now i understand my dream
the hot shower beats off my back as i cross my arms to hold myself the fish. the river. an inch of water- an inch of experience (deepness) the net a timid form of capture.
the fish i pulled up and held to the sky was beautiful ancient (wise) as i felt you were to me
a marvel. but i as i placed the fish back under water what swam out was a not so exceptional fish a murky dark creature out of the mud. and i was left with only the skin of what i thought i had in my net. that fish was nothing magnificent
only my ideas of it were. 12月2日 A Letter to Love About TimeMoments go by, but time is simply an illusion that since its' creation has caused undue stress and havoc in keeping with its' demanding orderliness....... This is something the human mind was never meant to do.... Time over-recognized causes madness, By putting numbers to a period of separation; days, weeks, or months gives Time power it does not deserve! Time unrecognized can be wasted, If it has been taken for granted it can simply slip away without you knowing it was lost. Time is to be treasured always and at every moment; Without any marking of its' length or making worry of it, But Instead by enjoying it as it is meant to be: Continuing...Limitless...Endless.... Time will not be a thief on my watch, 10月17日 i siti sit, all wrapped up in myself again-
tied with a little red bow. i'm wait-ing for you to pull my string- and let all my in-sides show. i sit for you here on the table- wanting for you to reveal. i sit and i know i am ab-le- to open myself but choose to be; waiting for you to open my cover waiting for you to hear my song. waiting for you to read my story wait-ing here for-you so-long..... i sit here wait-ing, i am ab-le- i sit here closed, but not sealed. i sit here i am waiting....... 10月8日 mills brothers promotional![]() ![]() Sitting back in my apartment now I've finally slowed down for the first time since my return.
Saturday I arrived early at Mills Brothers, our most expensive high street store as E would call them, anxious to see what dress I'd wear.
I arrived early and noticed in the window a beautiful long red dress, coture top to the bodice, I asked Jeremy the window display artist if I could wear that one. He checked it and it was my size! A Badgley Mischka 899.00 on the tag. I thought to myself this dress costs more then my trip to London.
And along with it, the most beautful red masquerade mask with a large red feather.
Three other girls and myself stood in the window as children, old folks and people our own age walked by.
We would stay still then change pose when the coast was clear.
For fun I would follow people with my eyes, wave to old men and women smiling on the double decker buses, and wink at small children who were delighted by that.
It was amazing.
Nadia came by to take some pictures then rescue me from the standing up to be whisked away to their romantic wedding in the valley.
I was so honored.
8月27日 misconstrued nothingMisconstrue \Mis*con"strue\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Misconstrued; Set up for failure. I refuse to believe so. My interpretations of events off the mark or not, have always made life rather difficult for me. In situations where someone says one thing and I hear another, or something underlying; as if the original statement made by them was comparable to the buzzing of the lights in the background noise. Nothing i like to...... 7月21日 sometimes things are amazingA water main broke in front of work today or early last night,
everyone was on stand by to come in to work
and we were calling th emergency hotline to see when we should go in for our shifts.
I received a call to fly up to the Toronto CIBC centre to help them out since our centre will be closed on Saturday.
This had me elated, today was Sandras birthday and she is in Toronto.
Within an hours noitce I cab to the airport to catch my Halifax to Montreal flight and then my Montreal to Toronto.
During my Montreal flight I was seated with two little boyish looking girls, one I later found out to be 11 and the other 4.
Seated closest to me was the very intelligent 4 year old Katerina who shirked adorably when I said "what a lovely name."
Andrea was very much the bigger sister telling me how they had flown to Poland before and now they were on their way to Calgary.
During the flight they shared their cookies with me and gum.
When departing the plane and walking through the barding area someone asked me if they were mine,
I smiled and said no, but in my head thought I would only be so lucky.
Especially dear Katerina so inquisitve and with a light about her that draws one in.
It was a moment I could say I looked at a child and said I woul want one, and one not even my own.
I asked her if I could take her picture at the end of the boarding tunnel, feeling as it may seem a little awkward for her dad I took it kind of quicky but even in the small amount of movement you could see this child had a presence about her.
I will upload the photo to share when I return..
7月2日 and i realizedAs Tanya, Tess and I waited for the bathrooms to free at the bottom of the staris at Mosaic
a girl and her friend talked about getting free drunks off a guy who says he's rich and the owner.
Some people like those types of girls, and those girls make themselves availble to those guys
and theyre all so superficial my head spins
I let my friends buy me drinks only, why would I ever let someone think I owed them something
She looks as us as the words come out of her mouth, "I think he's rich and the owner so who cares, " catches us in the corner of her eye,
and says free drinks at our table girls."
"No thanks" I say.
This is a nice place I think to myself, but it could use some classy people.
lightsitting on the hill with a star in its' centre
watching the fireworks
thinking of where the excitement came from in the first place
to see light in the sky
goes back to something
miracles are made of from newmienew newmie quotes;
I have no fear that I will not be loved; only in that I will not know how to return it.
progression comes quickly after failure...give me failure first, but not last 6月25日 re birth of paintingIt's been a loonnnngg time since I've painted...
today i made good on my promise to myself and bought me a set of 36 acrylic paints, a palette and some brushes.
my first painting attempt, to replicate a photo,
I found I liked it, then I thought I colored too much.
But then I liked it again and then I made a mistake, but I found I could color over it and the mistake wasn't permanent, so much like life, nothing is a permanent mistake on your canvas, you can color over it, make it even better then you thought, some of the darker shades, your hardships mixing to leave a greater impression. on top of your worldand I've been told that sometimes when they admire you and cannot reach your level
all they can do is try to bring you down to that of their own;
feeding off your beauty and energy, they win for that short moment
when they make you accessible
and they're on top of the world
that actually belongs to you
5月31日 quench i need new spaces, new places, new faces.....
to quench this thirst of mind-
i look 'round this city
and dead end streets are all i find.
the key to lifethe key to life is to capture it without holding it;
enrapture it with the thought of your being
without chains of restraint
without force....
a decision of its' own to sit and watch
to be enthralled leading to its' capture
by the endurance of your presence
a sense of fearinside me there is a sadness
i've stayed up now and have become overtired
a form of coping
trying to build something of myself when I have no faith in my self to succeed
i always fail
the fear gets me
takes over the mind
like now, when my mind convinces itself its' not tired
in the same way it tells itself its' not worthy of many things
there are moments when i feel divinely inspired
and others when i find myself completely useless
how will i convince myself i fall somewhere in between?
will the air wrap its' arms around me and tell me about all that makes me unique among women?
will it give me a sense of purpose in this world that tries so hard to not have one?
will the same air turn to wind, picking up quickly, steering a course which pushes me along?
or will I walk against it barely able to breathe?
5月26日 Our darkest hourYou know there's something wrong here
In this world that uses faith as fear.
Hidden behind politics a reckless pursuit for power
Headed towards our darkest hour.
5月23日 Poke Me
5月21日 end storyLives////Stories////Chapters///Riddles///Purpose
Some were bred into them-
They were the kids that went to school knowing what they wanted to be, assisted or convinced by their parentsfor whatever reason what their life should look like.
Some acquire them easily-
They take everything and everyone for granted, and once they realize the easy way does not give character, they find themselves with everything, but lacking something fundamental, 'lifes' essential glue.'
Some then use escapism-
They're here but they're not here, they're drunk, they're high, whatever.
Their minds are cloudy, nothing has substance because they choose a world of illusion.
Others you'd say...... are destined to fail-
They were not given any means or knowledge to succeed,
They do not own any 'masks' in this life.
Everything they have accomplished they have done with their heart and mind,
And their ambitions are unlike any you have ever seen.
5月17日 hold me togetherthis is one of the blogs you resist writing just because of how it might sound,
but you write it anyway because it is good to know you are human
you sit at your desk at work
everyone's here for a reason
money yes, but there's always a reason why they come here to make this money
for their loved ones and children
or even parents they might take care of
they have beliefs, not that you don't, but they share them with communities
holidays mean something to them
when to you its another day you don't want someone to invite you over
i work to work
i work to forget
i work to feel good at what i do
even though it all means nothing
i work holidays or spend them alone
refusing to be with my friends
i like work
its a distraction
much like alcohol or what drugs are for some people
at work
i get an idea in my head and i work towards it
but i do it just for the idea
for no one else
maybe not even for me
yes, its one of those days i wake up wondering what i'm living for
don't get me wrong i'm not taking all i have for granted
but really, what do i have?
even though others may seem like they bring a lot of drama into their lives and relationships
and i distance myself from such things
why am i envious?
in a small sort of way
even though knowing full well i could never be satisfied
unless a man appealed to my heart and mind
and who is to say if i had found him and he loved me that i'd be satisfied even then?
if i was to picture it
ill close my eyes and try-
a rainy day in bed
a 'you' and my camera
being simply foolish
reading to you naked
laughing out loud
great conversation over wine
the cat not catching my tongue
hopping on a plane for fun
i want to run away constantly
even though i make like i've solved all my riddles
and some good friends consider me a pillar
when i see myself i am dust
what will hold me together?
not lust.
where are you? 5月15日 a conversationHighlandheart says: one should not regret risking for love Highlandheart says: the danger is can one recover themselves Highlandheart says: when it is gone awry newmie says: sure newmie says: they can newmie says: with hope of the same thing again Highlandheart says: i have know some destroyed by love Highlandheart says: my friend Tom, once vibrant and popular, now a virtual recluse, still in love with a woman that rejects then accepts him, then rejects Highlandheart says: she wore down his mettle newmie says: well he doesnt move on Highlandheart says: he can't Highlandheart says: he is broken Highlandheart says: a shell of himself newmie says: thats not true newmie says: u can newmie says: u choose to Highlandheart says: what is true> Highlandheart says: then newmie says: its lazy to blame someone else for being broken newmie says: and not leaving newmie says: his unhappiness can only be solved by him newmie says: he can stop it Highlandheart says: so the responsibility is his? Highlandheart says: does he have the power to overcome this? newmie says: yes newmie says: of course newmie says: whos else is it newmie says: his own newmie says: free will Highlandheart says: i agree Highlandheart says: i need to meet with him again Highlandheart says: he begged me to leave Crystal Highlandheart says: said i would end up like him Highlandheart says: we are both "searchers", risk all in a relationship newmie says: well newmie says: he cant blame the girl newmie says: only himself newmie says: he can leave newmie says: at any moment newmie says: i dont like whiners newmie says: haaa newmie says: theyre apathetic newmie says: and act just and worthy Highlandheart says: i like the way you put that newmie says: excuses make me sick newmie says: haaa Highlandheart says: expand on that: apathetic? newmie says: well newmie says: hes too lazy to leave newmie says: and wants to blame her or women newmie says: he can leave Highlandheart says: yes newmie says: he always could newmie says: stop whining newmie says: theyll both move on newmie says: besides shouldnt complain just leave newmie says: not good character Highlandheart says: that is true Highlandheart says: the relationship is dead now newmie says: he knows hes not happy and him not taking action deters both of their growth Highlandheart says: they do not seem to be in much contact Highlandheart says: for him though it is still very much alive newmie says: id go so far as to call him a coward for talking behind her back newmie says: and now he fears new love newmie says: tsk Highlandheart says: oh yes he does fear new love Highlandheart says: just tries to meet a lot younger women newmie says: he doesnt want to be ahppy Highlandheart says: that wont challenge him newmie says: simply put unableLove held tight
it would not be right- Only to fall, fill with regret and find spite, from holding too long..... How long is love to be held? I say forever without holding! Not for the sane, the passion of the forbidden game. The unspoken weight of the what the heart wants and cannot say. It wants to re write the rules of man. this heart thinks it knows better then them; That true love can know no boundaries be it person or pond- age or faith- sex or race. But time says when it ends! and love cannot be marked or planned. you cannot call its length out- but head a mere attempt to write the story you play out. for if your current union breaks, and time comes to pass What then will you be known as? The half that did not function without the other? Less then a child just bore of mother or the person who was whole in Themself? There is no other form of wealth. One who became more beautiful in that small period of time in unison with another briefly, in light, in rhyme. don't regret if that is the case! it had good reason to occur. For there is reason in all that stirs. And if your heart tells you to come to someone when they call Do not regret your tries to be their all. The one who tried to show them love at all costs and hours They will remember it as they stare down from their cold dark towers. They know it is cold. And maybe someday the thought of your heart just might, warm them on their darkest night. And perhaps someday they'll know how you saw their faults and with ease still smiled. Seeing them with the eyes of a child. You would have done anything.... playing the part of a mistress for their attention- but do not regret this dissention. 5月13日 Characteristics Congnitive Characteristics
Susceptibility to distraction Social Characterisitics
Many of the manifestations found in the categories above can
immediately translate into work behaviors or preferences. Here are some
additional ones: Physical Manifestations
5月9日 randomsRandom writings
Those who hold to tightly
Lose all that might be
And those who fear to hold-
Lose a love their weight in gold.
Religion is a peoples' belief that if they pratcice good then they will go to heaven
Heaven, I believe; is practicing good without religion.
Or here on Earth.
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