Reading time: < 1 minute Well, I have finally uploaded the photos from our New Year's and Christmas gatherings! YAY! PHOTOS We had such a great time over the holidays. Since my digital camera was part of my Christmas gifts from Cyprus, you can see that I had no clue how to adjust any settings for good photos, but I just consider them “artful”. I’m learning…
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Oh my GOD it is cold! My fingers were burning and itching within minutes this morning while walking Spyder. That might be because I was excited to be out in the powdery snow of the pre-6 a.m. street traffic, so took my camera and was trying to snap photos through the wind and sharp snow flakes. I LOVE that: the quiet blanket of snow over the beautiful streets of my neighborhood. Spyder danced and played in the drifts while I tried to take pictures of her. She is quite a bit retarded, so a photo shoot of her was not easy, but she was adorable with her wide eyes, darting, and snorting of the snow. Today the chill is going to get even worse, with winds up to 45 miles per hour and the chill being between -35 and -50 at some points!
Now this is winter! I love it!
I’ve decided to use ofoto as my image storing source, so you will most likely be asked to register and sign in to see any pix I post. I’ve been signed up with this service for a long time and I have never received obnoxious promotions or ads from them, so you should be fine. Besides, if you register, you can comment on the photos, save the albums, create your own, etc. It’s a way cool service!
See pix of my morning, here!
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What does it mean to someone when one says something is “blessed”? I understand it in terms of religious mythology, of course, but when one has a more inclusive and broader spirituality, how does “blessing” become interpreted and applied?
Does “blessing” become a metaphorical term to indicate that one has simply become more Aware or Conscious of an exchange?
Does “blessing” mean more about expressing/acknowledging gratitude?
Does “blessing” mean more about a sense that you are infusing a thing or Being with a finer energy conducted through you?
What exactly does it mean to you?
What is the purpose, and how does this improve things for all parts involved?
I ask this because there are many practices that are just blindly applied, such as saying “bless you” when someone sneezes. Why do we do that beside to satisfy a social pressure? Does anyone really mean it? Does something occur that is beneficial for anyone?
Why don’t we bless a person who has burped or farted?
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Last night we celebrated Don’s birthday by hanging out at Pieces and listening to/participating in AWFUL Karaoke hell. I will be posting pics tonight. Taren, Richie, Alex, Jeffrey, Don, Josh, and I had a great time, despite the crescendo of “singing” voices emitting painful sound at the end of SUMMER LOVIN’.
I have always held a soft spot for Don’s friends whom I had met only briefly in the past, but with time spent with them recently because of the holidays, I can conclusively say I REALLY like them! They are very sweet, thoughtful, and mature guys, despite the lascivious slurping over my boyfriend.
Nick sang last night and when he sings the room changes from being a corn-ball, off-key, homo frenzy to seeming ALMOST like a serious venue for talent! It is amazing to watch him. He commands the floor, captures the attentions of all the boys, and silkens the room with sound.
Of course, this makes the already-lascivious boys of Don almost pee themselves with desire for Nick. Although I am MOSTLY fine with this harmless expression of attraction for Nick, I have to say that a teensy part of me was/is jealous and annoyed. Ironically, as I stood processing some of the more annoying and jealous feelings, (you know, not taking it too seriously and keeping things in perspective) suddenly this guy who was probably one of the prettiest guys I have ever seen (and everyone had been commenting on how amazingly attractive he was) came over to me, leaned across a table, took my hand, and just started talking, saying he was compelled to talk to me,… he asked my name, what I did for New Years, etc. It was VERY awkward and I was completely taken aback. All of my friends just stared and Nick stood there tolerating the entire scene. And then it was over. He just smiled, relaxed his grip on my hands, slid them away, and said we would talk more, later.
That was just the strangest thing! So in the middle of this processing and letting go of the annoying feelings about feeling so unattractive, feeling jealous of Nick’s attention from these guys, I suddenly became the center of attention from the cutest guy in the place (besides my burn-your-hands-and-heart hot boyfriend)! It was very exciting and confusing and embarrassing and satisfying at the same time.
Why do I have to be so hard on myself…?!! Maybe I’m not the doughy, boring, John Goodman-lookalike I see in my head?
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See, this is what I hate about the holidays. As much as I LOVE the holidays because of the glee, the snow, the cheer, the presents, the giving, the gatherings,… I always forget that I and my friends are such a minority. It seems so foreign and barbaric to me to actually go and cut down a tree, or to pick through a virtual graveyard of dying trees, decorate its dead body in your living room, and then, while it is bleeding saps and losing strength of needles, you laugh with families and friends and celebrate the season, and THEN you toss this dying thing because its life has been taken for a couple of weeks of your stupidity. I don’t know why this surprises me and makes me sad. I saw these trees tonight as I was walking Spyder. I took a few moments to thank and mourn all of the trees who died so that people could have a wire-and-light-bound beauty to stick boxes under.
And what about our lovely Rockefeller Center Tree? It’s all going to be mulch soon. It reminds me of that movie, BABE, wherein the little piggies were forced to make the damn movie and then killed afterwards. I think a unique and brilliant idea is to have Rockefeller Center host an artistic rendition of a Tree each year. One could sculpt, build, create a tree each year! I don’t know… it’s a suggestion.
Now why can’t people enjoy a kick-ass tree like ours!!?
Now isn’t that nice…? Here’s our other fancy ass tree:
God knows what kind of hell came from creating these artificial trees, too…
Oh! And speaking of Body Bags…
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know if you are interested in accompanying me and my gang to see this world premiere to help all of the amazing animals on this planet who suffer every day. Here are details:
WORLD PREMIERE! Manhattan
Saturday, February 28
Lincoln Center – Alice Tully Hall
6 pm Reception / 7 pm Screening
Please join us as we debut Peaceable Kingdom at one of the nation’s most respected arts venues, Lincoln Center! The filmmakers and many of the documentary’s subjects will be attending and will answer audience questions after the screening.
General Admission: $25
Multiple Tickets (min. 5): $15
Premium Seating: $100
Alice Tully Hall is located on Broadway at 65th St. in Manhattan
for more information: TRIBE OF HEART
TRAILER: PEACEABLE KINGDOM
I really love this world we live in, and I think we are doing ok, if you ask me, but what an amazing planet of people we could be when our compassion extends beyond our own species. I imagine this kind of compassion couldn’t help but extend deeply into our own species, as well.
Ahhh, to dream….