Prolific Immigrant

.1. This is where I live during the week; watch the videos to understand. I’ve just graduated to level iii, and received 7.5 / 10 across the board, which according to my coach, are the highest marks assigned.

That was me gloating. WBK boxing training is hard work and I am proud of my marks. Just so you understand how hard it is, I’ll share a sexy secret with you: if I don’t take my last bite of food a full three hours before I start my training, I will puke within the first ten minutes. Nice.

Recall this little article here, please.
And then this follow up piece, for which I channelled my inner Valley-Girl.

I love my coaches.
I love WBK.

.2. Books I am currently reading:

A Tale of Two Sisters
-Anna Maxtead

Bloodletting & Miraculous Cures
- Vincent Lam

The Conscious Universe: Parts and Wholes in Physical Reality
- Menas Kafatos

Lives of Girls and Women
- Alice Munro

On The Pleasure of Hating
- William Hazlitt

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
- Karen Russell

The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction
- Walter Benjamin

Where I Lived, and What I Lived For
- Henry David Thoreau

(As always, some of these are being re-read.)

I’ve just dined with Alice Munro. It was relatively quiet as I didn’t say one word and instead let her letters slip off the page and create for me an alternate universe.

Every once in a while, I would be pulled from her pages by the loud voices of two late 20-something young women seated at the table next to me.

“I was with David Friday night.”
“Whose David?”
“The guy I’m dating. He’s why I couldn’t see you Saturday. We spent Friday night together, went out for breakfast Saturday and rented movies and hung out with, like, his dog that night. It’s what we do…but it’s not a relationship. The sex is GREAT! And then there’s Andrew.”
“Whose Andrew?”
“The other guy I’m dating. He’s perfect. He’s a homeowner, he owns a vehicle and has an excellent job. He’s tall, too, and the sex with him is GREAT also.”

Pause. Check bberry. Look out window at protestors (Sri Lanka / tamil), and ask “who the fuck are they?”
“Who cares. They, like totally held up traffic last week. You’re in Canada! God. Get over it, right?”

Pause. Check bberry, then continue
“Anyway. So like whatever happened to Mikey?”
“Sex with Mikey is even MORE awesome. I’m seeing him tonight.”

Pause. Check bberry, then yell “WHAT!”
“Omg what’s wrong?”
“READ!”
“Omg. Mikey has a girlfriend?”
“Yeah!”
“You’re, like, The Other Woman. That’s slammin’ cool.”
“And he’s breaking up with her. Right. Now!”
“Awesomeness. You’re a rockstar!”
“To the max, yo. I’m totally updating my FaceBook status to tell everyone about this…f*ck YEAH!!”

Droooooooone.
Focus on white tuna.
White noiiiiiiiiise.
Your daughters will not be like this.
Ugggggggggggh.
Tataki. Tataki. Tataki.
Huuuuuuuuuurrl.

I am so sad for girls far too often.

Also, I wish to run into the hills and hide.

Jesus dies (and then rises from the dead, much like a zombie?) and hires technicolour bunnies to deliver chocolate eggs in baskets. No?

Then how about a simple Happy Easter from Captain UnderHead & Captain Ickreybull instead.

(Captain UnderHead’s name is courtesy of Trenty who christened Nora May with the name when he saw that she had placed new underwear on her head (I merely added the ‘Captain’ part); Captain Ickreybull is Trentanese for ‘Incredible’.

I can honestly write, beyond a shadow of any doubt, that “UnderHead” is the most clever observation any child / adult has articulated in well over six months.)

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.1. Janey’s movin’ to Hali. Felice is already in VanCity, moving into a place in Yaletown, joining a kazillion of my friends out on the West Coast. I’ll be heading all across Canada from East to West very soon; exciting.

.2. I’ve decided to support a local artist this year and so purchasing my yearly piece from one brilliant Amy Alice. Please find her works here; I will let you know on which I decide.

.3. Often enough, I receive emails about product, skin care specifically. Apart from a combination of olive oil, honey and water, I don’t often use anything on my skin as it makes me clausterphobic. Make-up, too, so I stick to kohl, mascara & gloss. Recently, though, I began using coconut oil and avocado on my face.

Consider the three following recipes as tried, tested & true for those of you who have dry skin such as myself.

Exfoliant
Buy rolled oats in the cereal section of your supermarket, then stick ‘em in that contraption that will eventually turn them into flour (a blender or a food processor, I can’t remember which). Keep the oatmeal flour sealed and when you need to exfoliate, just place a little bit in your palm, mix with water and exfoliate away.

Moisturizing mask
1 avocado
1 teaspoon of apple vinegar
1 egg white
3 teaspoons of olive oil

Mash up the avocado, beat the egg white and then throw all of the ingredients together and apply; wash off after 20 minutes.

Cream
Coconut oil. Slather it on your face, straight & simple.

I never bother with any of the crazy expensive nonsense; everything God gave us is all we really need for the pretty. Also, don’t forget to work from the inside to the outside by popping the world’s most gigantic vitamin pill: the omega 3-6-9.

.4. Happy and lovely long holiday weekend, kittens.

Whose flesh are you touching and why? Whose flesh are you recoiling from and why? Whose flesh are you burning and why?”
- Daniel Berrigan

So crisp and clear with challenge.

(I am in love with this man, and I don’t mind that he’s over 90 years of age.)

My latest article has just gone live at rabble.ca

Read the entire article, if the following interests you:
The question we must ask ourselves is simple: if NECEA is meant to address natural disasters, then why is the scope of the Act so vague, large and open-ended? The flipside of which is: if NECEA is only meant to address natural disasters, they why isn’t NECEA crystal clear on this point?

Instead, we find that the purpose of these military-based emergency centres may be used to “meet other appropriate needs, as determined by the Secretary of Homeland Security.” It is when we attempt to understand the pocket of obscurity created by NECEA’s vagueness, and while factoring in the readying of the U.S. military’s response to the anticipated civil unrest (due to the economic war being waged on all but the ‘haves’), that the potentially insidious nature of the centres becomes evident.

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It’s been some time since I’ve done this, and I’ve not yet tagged all older groove recs, which I’ll eventually get around to doing. For now, you should know what’s been cranked around me because his angel voice inevitably forces me to wipe away tears that tumble in secret: Ben Harper’s Diamonds On the Inside.

Sorry for typos; am once more en route (to elsewhere) and pinging this from bberry.

This spotlights one of the reasons why I think our world is going to sh*t. (P.S. While you’re sl*tting up your babies, your government is r*ping you and other countries.)