Juste pour les enfants.

Oi weee! I feel like i been have sprinkled by a scrumptious zest of life.
Leaving me to feel refreshingly clean, as if i made out
with a bar of soap.

I have accomplished the hefty task of crossing over to the
early risers crowd. I punched out of dream land as the sun begun to light up the sky.
It's 11:02am and soo much has been done i can't imagine what's to come.
A Library trip is defiantly on my to-do list and the rest is unwinding mystery.

My ears are currently keeping the company to what I believe to be
a Portuguese cover of "Paint it black by the Rolling Stones.".

The mix has been been provided my Mr.Pentz, aka Diplo to the virtual kids.

anyways, homeboy yet again throws it down with this mix.

But this picture caters to my sense of humor. I'm unsure if that was the intention but nonetheless it reminds me of a Steven Tyler pose. I can't hate, but all I can do is state the humor that lies in this
"I'm soo bad ass my hands defy gravity" look.

enjoy les enfants;

Diplo- Chasing the Dragon Mix.


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Oooh the science
of capturing a moment,
how i love thee.



ENjoy,
I have decided to post
photographs that I fancy.

Paris flooding 1910.


Margaret Bourke-White Nuremburg bomb.



Margaret Bourke-White-Food line.

Wee gee- Lovers

Lee Friedlander- unknown

Lee Friedlander- Arlene and Alan Distler



Gordon Parks- American gothic.




Wilson A. Bentley, Snowflakes.

does everyone really love Marineland?

And so, she withered
back to feed us

with more and more
of her rubbish.

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I like to eat pasta with bananas? is that so wrong?

Don't even get me started on my love affair with lasagna and bananas.

Bananas are the most complementary gastronomic accessory known to man.

However if a war was to be had between mango and bananas, I would be quick

to show my support for mangos. Lets be honest mango never sold out to make

nasty prescription medicine with a horrid artificial taste to cure my everlasting

ear infections.

Mango***:1 Banana : 0

***somali's do not eat mango's with their pasta neither with their lasagna.

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I have preoccupied myself with doing little and disguising it as something, just to pass the time.

I awoke from the oversized sleigh bed that lives in my parents house, to play on my sisters day old macbook pro to work on my website.

I must admit that I was a bit frightened that I would be placing a call to her warning her that beloved new baby was forced to succumb to the destructive ways of my clumsy hands.

I do feel part of the "cool" when someone asks me what i'm doing and i provide them with the blase response of "ooh you know, just working on my site".

I often loose my patience when I have to upload things onto this site from my external hard drive because it reminds me of my incompetence of organizing my files properly.

but i digress.

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I'm in ottawa, a place that holds the ability of being a small town and also the nations capital all at once. My first day was spent haunting the emptiness of my parents abode. The internet entertained my mind making me not feel too alone.

I have begun to read "Lullibies for little criminals" on my way to Ottawa. I took breaks from the book to admire the sublime clouds that played over my head.

I quite like it for various reasons. One being that there is no judgements or guilt placed upon Baby's life. It is what it is. Also, she takes me down and through the streets of Montreal, mostly focusing on St.laurent and St.Catherine.

Providing my mind with a much needed reminder of the first city I called home or something like it. If your into reading and that kind of stuff give it a gander.

(this was my attempt at being on Reading Rainbow)

My birthday is slowly approaching, I can hear the clock ticking within my periphery senses. I hold ambiguous emotions, since I began to disassociate myself from the excitement of getting presents and birthday cakes. My mother would often remind me that I no longer hold any right to request gifts since she gave me life, and that a lollipop could suffice as her grand gesture to my celebration. Last year was ideal, I spent the day at my favourite beach until the sand got so hot we had to leave. I then had ice cream and took a nap. Since I was abroad I lacked any friends to go out with but I was lucky to receive e-mails and messages from people who I cared about which is always pleasant.

This year however, I have no idea of where and what I will be doing to celebrate the day I entered this world. My friend Dave offered to make me a home cooked meal which I am sure will be delicious and accompanied by one or two bottles of fermented grapes...no biggie. I look forward to hearing his crude and hilarious remarks to life.

I have become overwhelmed by the sensation of wanting to paint and draw on an oversized objects. I shall be making my way over to the art supply store where a high school friend would made his kleptomaniac stash spot, and often providing me with hand me downs of fancy paint markers.

Oh the days.

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this happens to be my inspiration for today..

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
Paul Cezanne

I shall throw those words onto my canvas and allow them to inspire the lines that come out of my hands as if I were a lady spider weaving my home of security.

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I think thats enough ramblings for today.

I'm not too sure if anyone reads this besides myself

but nonetheless, I do it for the fat lady who sits on her porch

listening to the radio as she chain smokes her fears away.

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Jeopardy is almost on, and you know

how Alex gets when I miss him on the tele.

Even though he renounced his Canadian citizenship he's still bad ass with that matching salt and pepper mustache and chest hair combo.

PurrrrMeow.

Ciao.

dream a little dream for me.

Twas a one night only tour of debauchery

as we ran through the streets

devoid of any concept of time.

just me and the boys

transforming the world

into our personal playground.

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I ran around in circles

hoping to find you

or anything that

resembled you.

I held your mask close

to hide the reality

that we were never anything

but just a mere figment of my hopes.

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I have succumb to following

the idea that THIS,

the miserable dots of experience

will lead to a grand concise future.

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Disenchantment was her flavour of choice.

Successfully dislocating herself from what others deemed to be reality.

Her tears were clear, to magnifying her dislocated disposition.

Careless to all that surrounded her, she continued to delve,

deeper within the confines of her glass veneer.

Hoping and wishing that no one would see past her false case of serenity.

do it for the ......

Saturday afternoon ambitions.

And when she closed her eyes

she couldnt help to find

a little place she called

her wonderland.

And in this place she found

a land built on dreams

and aspirations,

unable to fade

with the tide.

And so she roamed down

a path that was to lead her home,

unable to realize the hands of fate.

And she awoke to a dewy sunrise

with a rising heat

untouchable to the rays

of her future.

I have procrastinated all attempts of leaving my house and discovering what a city afternoon has to offer a fun and crazy gal like me. Instead I have abused caffeine as it satiates my dietary needs, according to my amateur dietician diagnosis.However, I have been productive in other realms such as working on my constant under-construction website. I have finally taken the leap off the procrastination plank.

On another note, Fidel Castro came out of the wood work, breaking the hearts of many by dispelling any conspiracy theories. I too began to question what He was stirring up on the communist inspired island of Cuba. His return back to the political stage brings a refreshing insight against the constant looming power of the red,white and stripes.

Fidel Castro Appears Again in Public, Warns of War

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Cuban revolutionary leader Fidel Castro on Friday warned the nation's diplomats of the possibility of a nuclear war. It was his fifth public appearance in 10 days.

Castro visited the Foreign Ministry in Havana and predicted that a nuclear war was at hand if the United States and Israel continue to push for sanctions against Iran over its nuclear programs.

He also predicted that the United States would attack North Korea.

Castro disappeared from public view following emergency intestinal surgery in July 2006 and ceded power to his younger brother, now President Raul Castro.

Castro's other recent appearances include a meeting with workers at a science think tank and taking in a dolphin show at the national aquarium.

-VOICES OF AMERICA

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Rise in African children accused of witchcraft

An increasing number of children are being accused of witchcraft in parts of Africa, the UN children's agency says.

Orphans, street children, albinos and the disabled are most at risk. The belief that a child could be a witch is a relatively modern development,

researchers say.

The agency says the rise in vulnerable children being abused in this way is linked to greater urbanisation in the continent and disruption caused by war. The growing economic burden of raising children is also thought to be a factor.

Most of those accused of witchcraft are boys aged between eight to 14 - who often end up being attacked, tortured and sometimes killed.

It is reported that some evangelical preachers have added to the problem by charging large sums for exorcisms. One was recently arrested in Nigeria after charging more than $250 for each procedure.

Unicef's Regional Child Protection officer for West and Central Africa told the BBC more than 20,000 streetchildren had been accused of witchcraft in the DR Congo capital Kinshasa.

-BBC NEWS