Thursday, May 25, 2006

Tuesday, May 16, 2006
MOVING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT
It’s almost three weeks until ROUND TWO of the onslaught of Sarah and AnnK art on the community of Milton. We are thinking up all sorts of fun ideas to do for the show so every little detail to even how we look will not go unturned or unnoticed. I even did a drastic change to my block with a razor Saturday morning- sliced the frocks for a stupid mop and strained the colour out until it could take no more. JR thinks I have become obsessive with altering my hair since I have switched it often in the past few weeks. I call it “reaching a comfort level” since it was hard to accept certain things I had to do.
Yeah. I had to do it. I had to trade in the length for something more manageable and adult. Do you like it? I’ll know if everyone ruffles their hands thru it because that’s what I like to do.
DID YOU LEAVE YOUR IMPRESSION UNDER ON ME?
The last few weeks at the Compass have been one drudging endeavour to another (giggles). I make headlines and front page news this week with my story on PERL’s environmental fight against the Nelson Quarry in North Burlington. This all came after learning they acted in illegal drudging of a nearby wetlands and destroyed/replanted endangered Butternut Trees. For a feature reporter, any hard news stories are big and what couldn’t be bigger then big corporate industry violating sacred environmental land? The only side that I can take (without fear of sounding too bias) is that I love the escarpment because of its wonder and enchantment it holds within its rock face.
Needless to say I have been quite busy and sometimes I ask myself the big question: “Social life? WHAT social life? I am a reporter- that’s as big as it gets.”
YOU’RE ILL BUT I’M ILLER
I pop on a 2000 mix from Speedy J and start working in small steps. I am working so hard and for so long in my office now my body is getting stiffer- reasons enough for my sleeping problems. I figure a little move every now and then is in order since I work so hard yet moving very little. It doesn’t matter if I am confined to my bedroom (though it feels kinda funny- after all you cant really hear the speakers that well in the kitchen with the sound set up). I just let the music flow through me and suddenly it’s just like old times. I am “old pro” and I slice through and back with a playful confidence. It will all come running back. It is programmed very well to snap into it and to work it because of the rewards. I still dance to my music. I just can’t say no to it. The fun part is just losing yourself in it. So lost, yet so close- borrowed and never returned. So close from what, I think
BURNING SPEAR
I dream a dream of a slender white stag moving in the distance. The stag will take on many forms yet I can track his steps and I stay close behind. You know when tracking such a prize you first must be able to show respect for it- because it is wonderful and it is eluding its death with such precision. You also must be able to not be overcome with its wonder to take it for yourself- since you know when you do the hunt will be over. You great search will be over and then… then what? Go on to the next big white prize until you are satisfied? One wasn’t enough? You must not have any doubts on what you choose- forever linger in love with a dream of reaching the prize or do what you set out to do and end the journey and arrive at the next best idea?
WICKERMAN
On another note, the ants are back. I got one corned in the bathroom and let him have the wrath of Scoot. What a dummy! I bet if I laid a live mouse in front of her she’d just smack it like a timid kitten and then toss it around foolishly in her jaws. It is disappointing she doesn’t know how to kill them fast enough. At least the mice haven’t shown up again.
Cleaning seems the only answer yet my time is all over the place and I dream when awake of falling back onto a soft mattress and closing my eyes for days, weeks, months… hands rubbing the kinks out of my sore back, my feet cooled and cleaned, a white linen sheet over my head that smells fresh, its 1 in the afternoon and the sun is blazing high in the sky and I am sleeping with a huge smile on my face yet wide awake- its one of those afternoons- and nothing can get me, I am doing what I dream of most and I don’t want to miss any of it- not for a minute.