Making the world a better place.

I just finished watching a little documentary about Dolce and Gabbana.

Gabbana to the left, Dolce to the right. It's very convenient that his last name means beautiful n'est pas?

These two Italian men have created delicious designs for over 20 plus years. I have more interest towards their philanthropic male design. In my eyes these gentlemen are making the world a better place one fitted suit at a time.

Please view said specimen number one;

These delicitable species are my very personal lochness monsters. A mystery that I have heard soo much about it and have yet to see with my own eyes.
Soon Come.
I am not the biggest fan of his pants though. But thats easily changeable....
Dress them up to dress them down.

Despite of their beautiful presence being devoid within my current existence. I still have hold faith that perhaps as I roam through the lively streets of Milan I will serendipitously run into a beautiful Dolce & Gabbana worthy piece of man.


Purrrmeow?


On to the next .

I was flipping through my tele and the hopeless romantic within me was lured by the 2001 film Serendipity. I often make fun of my sister for her passion for romantic comedies but I could not resist this little d'object d'art.

The tagline; Destiny....with a sense of humor.
I beg to differ on that one, If it did have a little sense of humor I think it would not have let them meet because well them meeting up and living happily ever after in the end lacks any sense of humor.

Even through it's points of being whack, I was def. into it and it was an enjoyable way to pass the night.

My interest was stemmed from a book I had read by Carl Jung. Where he attempts to use his know how to explain synchronicity.

Jung described synchronicity; an apparently meaningful coincidence in time of two or more similar or identical events that are causally unrelated

I love to believe in the abilities of the world, and this movie fed to my beliefs that there is a delightful greater order to the world we live within.

The truth is, that the truth is all there is.

My mind has recently chosen to travel within the levels of the absurd. The baggage has been checked and it awaits its eminent travel, within a grand enlightened waiting room.
The clock ticks and off we go, discovering the things that are deemed irrational by anyone
who believes to be a skeptic. It's amazing what you can learn with a little touch of self-interest
powered by the force that is "google". Answers come flooding in like a torrential downpour of knowledge. Leaving those unprepared wet and cold from their experiences. The fuel that feeds this mission is the words and experiences of those who once called this earth their residence. Where they are now, is unclear to both you and I. Edgar Cayce, Carl Jung are two to name a few. Although they are two seperate men it seems as if the mission was unconsciously similar. They attempted to dig within the human physche like two archelogists attempting to find the remains of a lost civilization. Their tools were their abilities to see past the constraints of third dimensional society that shelters us from above.
I was introduced to an interesting experience shared by Ted Serios, who at the time was a modest bellhop from Chicago. With the power of belief and hope Dr. Jules Eisenbud helped illuminate this man abilities of creating thoughtography. Serios claimed to hold the ability of making photographs appear with the mere action of using his thoughts to actualize a print. Mr.Serios became the cat's meow of the scientific community as they attempted to prove and dispel his psychic abilities. It is interesting to read articles that review Mr.Serios abilites. I even find the ones that dispels his abilities to be more interesting. One is written by a photographer who also had a background with magicians. His skeptical radar was on a high allowing him to breakdown all that he witnessed from his experience with Serios demonstrations.

thoughtography

Regardless of the hoax created by Serios. I do quite enjoy the sheer idea of the word thoughtography.

Now on to a man who is valorized from his Nastradomus like skills. Ladies and gentleman please meet "Edgar Cayce".



Who was born in 1877 and raised in the rough and tough pastoral lands of America. Cayce held the ability to place himself within a self-induced slumber and channel what is called the Akashic Records. The Akashic Records are believed to be a grand database of every experience,thought and idea that was ever thought and that will ever be thought. By accessing this level of consciousness Cayce was able to access answers to the questions asked by his patients.

While Cayce was in Kentucky, he gave a reading for a man in New York (740-1). He saw the man smoking a cigar, heard him whistling a particular song, saw him meet with another man about a piece of property, and saw him look over three letters. Finally, the sleeping Cayce heard the man telephone another gentleman and knew the gentleman's name. All of these events were later verified. Cayce was able to see with this extra sense everything the man in New York had experienced firsthand with his normal senses.

Cayce's case is very intriguing based on the fact they have an astonshing 14,000 records of his readings that are also accompanied by follow ups made by his patients confirming how close his readings were to reality.

Things we learnt by the fire.

Bathhouse etiquette

I must admit that I have been enjoying myself quite a bit this past summer. It often resembled an unsupervised camp where my friends and I frolicked around with little intention of being responsible. Jobs were had and lost but laughter was always maintained. I at times would go to bed thinking that my 15 year old self would be somewhat proud of what I manifested into. Although at times the overcritical side of me crept up from nowhere asking myself : Really is this what you consider as being a fully functional individual? I allow that little patter to subside and I am off on my merry way, devoid of any infringing self-criticism.

I saw Cats on Friday (meow). It was an interesting set up. However I do wish they had subtitles. I often confuse my meow's with my purrs and it gets all confusing.
I must admit though, I try to understand a lot of things but this little musical got me a tad confused. I did like this line though
"allegorical cats, metaphorical cats, romantical cats, and pedantical cats"


Last night was a splendid Saturday. I have become devoid of remembering the days of the week, perhaps its due to my lady of leisure title? I strolled down to my homie Jackr's house where we discussed various things that some would consider insane. We often egg each other on with discussing wild and different topics. I then made my way home through the tried and tested MOntreal subway, I stared at people and also tried to conjure up some positive energy along my way home. We planned a delicious and fesitivous dinner for Iftar ( iftar is the moment you get to break your fast.) The BBQ was off the chain and included;

• homemade eggrolls,
• two delicious salads
• a massive steak of salmon
• shrimp skewers
• a full BBQ chicken
• BBQ veggies
• and prob. more

The itis made it's presence known shortly after the feast, as we all enjoyed the delicious priviledges of Somali tea.

It was my homegirl Nix's bday so fun was to be had. Alina and I hopped on our two wheeled chariots and headed into the night. We first met up with Tinashe to give him his wallet that was left on my couch. We all three strolled through the streets bikes in hand. Tinashe is one who enjoys to walk bikes but not ride them.

The night unraveled as if we were ferioucious kittens playing with an oversized ball of yarn. I rediscovered how I enjoy the good old game of flriting. Its best when you expect nothing in return, no rings included in this game.

So, I learnt and also refreshed my memory with a few things that I would LOVE to share with you kids.
For one, I am somewhat curious of the liberties placed upon female seahorses. They hold the reigns of impregnating the males. My curiosities lie in the liberties of their lifestyle. I wonder if they are burdened by "why he did not call" or perhaps they take a more lackadasical approach and are just like "whatever man there are more horses in this sea"...?
Regardless of their point of view. I just love how nature just always keeps us on our toes.
This is a photograph of a pregnant male seahorse (sex change not included). Just the image itself is kinda interesting. Such a cute and little bugger with some many potential kids and meals in one place.

I also did some research on the existence of sinkholes. I never thought about it but what about ocean sinkholes? I like to imagine the life that exists within the depths.
Ooh nature, you got me again.

these photographs inspire me to jump out of my apartment and begin to discover the world that surrounds me.



until next time.

And all i do is dream.

It is highly necessary that you play this song as you read this insert of babble.
If not your lovely computer will spontaneously combust.
True say.




You daily history lesson;
I am currently listening to the ever so good and ever so infectious song by Suzanne Vega "Tom's diner". I was overcome by the sole interest of schooling those in need.

Quick:
If Adidas was to battle Puma who would win?


A little know fact that I acquired from the gold lined streets is that Adidas and Puma are actually siblings, reared from the same victorious Goddess. True say, Adidas co-founder Adolf Dassler "Adi"

and Puma's co-founder Rudolf Dassler



happen to be two peas from the same pod. It all began
when the two bros began making shoes in the mothers basement in Germany.
Adolf crafted his idea for the ideal running shoe from the simple and light household slipper. Way led to way and Mr.Jesse Owens acquired a pair of shoes for his victorious run in the 1936 Olympics in Germany.

After Mr.James his win, the brand took a run towards success (pun included.)
During the war the brothers were split, Rudolf left to serve for the Germans while Adolf stayed home to tend to the family business. Both brothers were led into the hands of the American army, one for the better the other for the worst. Mr. Rudolf ended up becoming a prisoner of war for the Americans. After the occupation of the family factory Adolf began to change his once Nazi inspired way of sight. Adolf's progression towards rational ideals is said to have led to the feud that spawn Adidas and Puma. Adolf's views began to alter the brotherly love and leading to them to never speaking or uttering the others name. From there they split the family company as neither of the two could use the family name they decided to create Adidas and Puma.

Mind uploading;
just might be the biggest and most important file you'll ever upload.


That is only if you feel that your body and corporeal experiences are weighing you down. Overwhelmed by walking,sleeping and breathing? Well like always science has found a solution that was really never a problem.
Mind uploading is a hypothetical process that is hoped to one day become a reality. The intentions of the process is that you would be able to map your brain and copy it onto a computer system. The simulacrum of your brain allows you to technically live forever as long as your computer does not crash. The "brain" will then be connected to a robotic device where it would be able to control a physical body.
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I discovered this article when I was reading another that discussed the idea of "Digital minimalism" which is about individuals who have replaced all their tangible possessions by copying all the information on to their computer and various hard drives. They gave an example of one fellow from D.C. who reduced himself from all material objects and solely lived day to day off of his laptop, musical keyboard, bicycle and various external hard drives that collected his musical collection. The article quoted the total of his possessions to fall within $3000. All of these possessions deny himself of satiating hierarchy of Maslow inspired needs. He chooses to coast from friend to friends couch as he floats within virtual space.

Isn't one of the main tenants of economics supply & demand?
Well, gentleman and gentleladies like the said example show that their is and will be a demand for mind uploading. Perhaps in the near future?


O the times they ain't changing;

I was just yelled at and repeatedly called a "stupid nigger" by a women driving a silver "fresh off the boat" mercedes benz. She donned a silk scarf draped across her faces which was held down by her Canel Street Chanel shades. It's funny how people throw out a word with the sole intention of hurting me and it truely meaning nothing to me. HIstory has dried up any resentment or associations that I hold to that word. While her choosen vernacular only places the spotlight
on her ignorance.
And, so it goes when you wear your race on your sleeve.
I must admit that I myself provided the slight provocation of taking a photograph of her soulless frame. Regardless of my interest in her look, her response was oh so "deja-fait".

This all occoured on my way back from Montreal's annual Underpressure festival. I snapped photographs and somehow someway snagged myself a press pass.

PHOTOGRAPHS TO COME YOUR WAY.

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

the nature of things not with david suzuki

The sun is shining and the weather is sweet.
I have been able to master the ability of
doing something and nothing within one
steady movement.
The former balancing out the latter.
The sun is shining and the weather is sweet.

Like always, I enjoy checking out what the electronic newsstands have to offer my mind. Tickling my curiousity with current events, that will be forgotten after the following headline. One thing I found was that science has now proved something we probably have all once or twice questioned.

Creative minds 'mimic schizophrenia'

Creativity is akin to insanity, say scientists who have been studying how the mind works.

It appears that both groups lack the important receptors to filter their realities. The lack their of, allows one to view what surrounds them through refreshed and uninhibited eyes. One sentence cools all artistic angst;
"Creativity is uncomfortable. It is their dissatisfaction with the present that drives them on to make changes."
However, lets not jump up in down in glee so quickly there seems to be a downside to all of this artistic glory. Apparently, the grande package of creativitiy comes with the inconveniences of the good old blues, schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Lest we not forget, the side effects, of feeling as if noone truely understands you and that sweet emotion of superiority over all that surrounds you. I felt the need to look at a list to see the truth in their studies.

List of the artistically insane

• Pablo Picasso: (Schizophrenia)
• Jackson Pollock:(Bipolar disorder)
• Claude Monet: (Clinical Depression)
• Vincent Van Gogh:(Bipolar disorder)

As I was telling my friend about this we were led to towards the tangent of thought where I brought up that even Walt Disney held some factors of insanity. His desire to be cryogenically frozen can be one of them. I am a bit unsure if this is a urban legend. Regardless of its truths I will continue to believe that Disney was on that cryogenical tip. Like Mel Gibson, Jamie Lee Curtis and Elijah Wood in Forever Young. Where apparently; Time waits for no man but true love waits forever. Im sure tay-Z felt inspired by this lovely classic. My youngin self was defiantely into this one mustering out little bouts of compassion to mel gibsons icey blue eyes.

I must finish this off with giving a R.I.P shout out to another who crossed the line to the otherworld. Im sure all the animal conservationist out there have heard through the grapevine of the passing of the Alaotra Grebe. The Alaotra grebe (Tachybaptus rufolavatus) was a medium-sized bird who was always nice to his neighbours that inhabited Lake Alaotra and surrounding areas in Madagascar. The Alaotra Grebe was once thought to have thrown in the towel to become a complete a social recluse. Last time it was spotted on the mean waterways of Madgascar was at the epic wedding of Tina&Leos in 1985. The high amount of haters unaware of the consequences to their actions can be blamed for the extinction of the once sedentary bird.

EPICTETUS

EPICTETUS:

Music:Billie Holiday: God bless the child

such beauty awaits you
within a balance of fragility,
from the impossibility of the ideal.
With or without,
the rays of splendor will come to reveal
itself at times least supposed.

My stay here has become prolonged and I have begun my ¨all day everyday¨ one month left sentimental state. Its silly how tardy I have been to realize my current situation. I am suprised by my naivity of believing that I was ret to go in supposedly one week. I recently realized that my life resembles an ideal version of an unsupervised summer camp. If my life were truely
a movie I would be instantly breaking out into a slow and monochromatic montage of all the things that have past during my years in Montreal.

So I shall attempt to enjoy that which will happen and that which is out of my control.
I want to leave by maximizing every advantage that arises. I had an amazing and borderline
divine brunch at chez moi the menu included; baguette with eggs onions,camenbert,pesto,djion accented by a spinach,mango,avocado salad with homemade dressing. Topped off with brut mimosas.
After taking a lazy stroll with Anna down St.laurent, stuffed from my previous meal and also
the infusing heat of the sun. I hit up the muesum of contemporary art with Shamso.
There were some pieces that were hit and miss but nonetheless I enjoyed them
I like this piece by Catherine Widgery with the contrast of the bathtubs often useful and cleanly function.

I have begun to take the leisurely hobby of watching Jeopardy in the afternoon. Magnifying my aged interests. Perhaps I shall perouse my way over to the Bingo Hall after, to enjoy a stroll and see my B23 buddies Muriel,Edith and Gwenavier? Lest not forget my trusty lucky Bingo dabbers.
Jeopardy is an old school love, I remember the days when Alex Trebek sported a moustache to ignite a revolution and they also did not have this whack futuristic set.
On another note, i loathe commercials to the point that I am insulted by how trivial they believe our minds to be. I just wasted a few minutes of my sacred time to a commercial that was creating a connection between youth rebellion and get this miracle whip. To the young and angry, there is nothing like eating a good tuna sandwhich loaded with miracle whip before striking the streets with anarchy.

I recently finished reading Franny & Zooey, marking another work off my eternal ¨to read list.

It made me want to sit in a bathtub and take up the hobby of reading&writting letters. A lost artform due to the facilities of techonology. Snail mail does live on though, I must admit I have a few amigos who stay strong to the antiquity of licking stamps and putting in things in various postboxes.
Seriously though, I have always and can seem to predict that I will always be a fan of Mr. Jerome Davids writing style. It feeds my constant aged teen angst inspired criticism towards society. I recommend this to anyone who is into you know, reading, laughing and perhaps even expand the capacities of their mind. I also discovered a new thinker through this book whose philosophies are currently tickling my mind. He goes by the name of Epictetus, known by many on the mean streets of Ancient Greece. His discourse often make cameos in this book so I was naturally curious to see what he was all about.

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Oh how sweet it is to take a break from all that surrounds you.
Allowing the murmurs of saxphones and melodic voices to sweep in from the backallies, overwhelming all oratory senses.
The silence is sweet like a freshly baked treat coming out from your grandmothers oven.
Time leads you to recoil into the unkown hours just to make a dime.
Working within unnatural states to maintain the childish dream
with cartoon gods at your tactical disposal,
Creeping through empty buildings filled with peering eyes.
The end comes with a stroll home as everyone prepares to leave theirs.
Each step seeks the comforts in the sweet refuge of your reveries.
Sailing through the seven skies, in hopes of finding one that will be just right.
Your mind intterupts notifying you to do this now to appreciate
what will come your way after
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On another note, I hate to sound like a hippie or anything but Nature truely mystifies my mind. My imagination is unable to fanthom the simplicity of its creations
Reminding me of the fine balance we intricatly play on a daily basis.
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So much time can be absorded within the sink holes of contemplation
As we wonder where each door shall lead us
Oh and so, the possibilities are endless.
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Vol du nuit

Things have begun to fall from the sky. I would say they resemble cold coconut flakes drizzling from the whipped cream clouds. That is to only be possible if we lived in a world where everything were edible. Our calories would be split in two for deep fried air bites, i suppose our wallets would as well. Montreal now appears to be transformed into a winter wonderland where slippy ice awaits under your every step. My boots were like two GT Racer sliding through the city streets I'm surprised I was able to maintain my balance. I decided to be productive and went out into the cold day, armed with layers of scarfs. I was excited to hit up some shopping, nothing exciting just the essentials like tees and socks. I indulged by checking out Winners shoe section, temptation was all around but often not my size. It was hard to let go of some pairs that fit just right and the tight squeeze was easily explained by the sexy design. Rationality rushed over me and I left to get my art attack. Checking out the space where I will be doing various things like drawing, painting, talking, walking and the like. I snapped some pictures and headed off to an french placement test. Like always I proved to be late, I roamed through the snowy streets like an etherized patient. My familiarity of the streets failed me. I finally found my way probably 20mins too late. I felt like I was in somewhat of a daze, I ended up taking a french test which I didn't expect. I searched my mental archive of french grammar and took out anything i felt was an appropriate response. My slippy boots led me to Pi, a cafe whose patrons are predominately older men who enjoy playing chess and talking trash to each other as they play chess. I heard many mincing slurs as my friend and I discuss the various topics that entertained our minds. Laughter was shared over delicious pesto sandwiches, double brie for some, vegetarian for others.

Time is somewhat irrelevant at the moment
The movement of the sun has proved to only numb
my senses,
and so it passes to the moon
and yet here i still stand
unable to stir a movement
unable to stir a ghost,
and yet here i still stand
waiting for the passing of the guard
to come this way.

I was sent a link to represent the island of Jeu-Jeu, located in the waters off of south korea. Apparently there are oreums to climb and "there mountains for tobaganing

orange orchards,small restaurants,it's good times". My friend introduced me to an artist who was inspired by the landscape of Jeu-Jeu. His portrayal of the island differed from what many viewed gorgeous. He often perfected his shots that a hold note against the beauty within the dreary.
CHECK IT OUT
Kim Young Gap; I liked this line the most when describing his mission.
" He waited until there was no more beauty left for Jeju to give and then he would take his picture."

Today was a simple retreating from the daunting task of realizing reality. I went to one of my favorite spaces; la bibliotecque nationalle. I picked up "The run also rises" with the intention of escaping the beginnings of a montreal winter. Finding my solitude in a past filled with cafes,pernod and loads of fiestas. I left feeling excited and gitty for what awaited me. I had a feeling of being mischevious, not like breaking fragile items but more in the sense of stepping out of my everyday routine. I took advantage of my latest necessary purchase of my Opus pass.
I feel like it provides me with a access to a secret underground world that always makes you feel like your going through menopause. I played around in the studio, I've been entertaining the idea of playing with black&white photography, maximizing on shadows and contrast. I like the results they are very simple and crisp. Many more photoshoots to come.
I am currently listening to a delicious rendition of "Light my fire" by Mr.Magical himself, Stevie WOnder. It seems i have come across some prime good stuff. "The album is entitled "My Cherie Amour" from goold old 1969. I can't imagine living in that year, so much social change was going on. I'm surprised the shifts did not create an earthquake.
Hibernation is in full effect
to the point that I don't know IF
i'll be able to handle staying in Montreal for say January-March
I've begun to contemplate stamping out my timecard till Spring comes around.
We'll see what goes down.

This is from the intro of "the sun also rises" I find it to speak universal truth.

One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits........ All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.

Ecclesiastes

Records of the past

I can’t help but remember the days
Of tape players and VHS tapes.
My memory chooses to
Rummage through the past
Like it were my antiquated record collection
Where the past is as crisp as the sounds
Coming from the records it plays.
The further I head towards the future
The harder I long for the past

Can’t stop now, nowhere to go
Progress sees no limits
As the past shines through
My gold tinted Gucci shades.
Won’t stop now, regardless of
How hard I try.

The mysteries of time
Weigh heavily on my
Conscious thoughts sorted out
within my mental rolodex
Can’t Stop now, nowhere to go.


8 question marks

Is it better to say something or nothing at all?
Should we hide from the truth or run towards it?
Will each lie bring us closer or further from where we want to go?
Will these questions ever cease to replay within my mind?
When?
Who?
What?
Where?

30 SECONDS

Your eyes scan the room
As you ponder
Who will quench
Your thirst tonight?
The bright lights
Bring out your insecurities
Exposing your scars
Along with
Your fears
And your dirty desires

30 SECONDS (remix)

Your eyes scan the room
Exposing your dirty desires
The bright lights along with your insecurities
Brighten out your scars

Such Is Life

The hidden beauties
Within the grotesque
The ambitious aspirations
Were forced to fade
As we came to realize
An undeniable reality
Of this rollercoaster ride
Filled with highs, lows
And something in between
All the while
The butterflies
Flutter from within
As the time passes
as we wait
For this ride to end

SUNday kind of love

SONG OF THE MOMENT: I want to be loved-Etta James

If any day of the week were to be a jazz song perhaps it would be Sunday?
It's low,calm notes can at times mirror a lovely composed jazz song. Today was quite relaxing and light. I woke up from my slumber, probably resembling a monster from the depths of your nightmares. I was devoid of a beautiful just awoken glow, probably because I couldn't get to sleep last night. Time flew by as my thoughts got the best of me as they played within my imagination. Three o'clock easily became four o'clock. Before this I visited a friends place who happened to move one block down from me and was having some people over. Chatting and laughter went down. They were heading out for dinner, so i decided to join the flock.
All the while, my inner shutterbug decided to make a cameo into the night. Everything/anything was appropriate subject matter for my camera's lens. My ambitions led me to losing my friends somewhere between Roy and Duluth. I mistakenly forgot to ask "hey guys what restaurant are we going to". I attempted for a couple of minutes to find the darken silhouettes of my friends but it was all to no avail. I decided to continue on my shutterbug frenzy and walked from Duluth to St.Urbain just snapping away until my fingers got cold.
Before this little fun misadventure I discovered a cute little boulangerie in the village, it was cozy and small and they played the lovely Nina Simone and Etta James. This has now placed a sudden need to listen to etta james on repeat. over and over again.
Ok so back today. It's funny how life can sometimes exist within a cyclical path. My sisters and I decided to hit up our favourite greasy spoon diner. Something I craved from St. Maarten. We strolled down the street taking our time as if the place did not close at 4pm. We arrived and were seated in the back right beside the toilets, a delicious place to be seated as you eat breakfast, if i may say so myself. Anyways as we were being reseated I thought I saw a familiar face. His back was quickly turned to me before I had a chance to catch a second glimse. I decided to preoccupy myself with important things like my menu. Time passed as we chatted it up and joked about the hot mess of a Def Leppard wanna-be that was seated behind us. My familiar stranger walked out from behind the backroom and low and behold it was my high school crush. Time was quite kind to him and he looked good. I myself was too shy to say something so instead I played with that idea in my mind of how our conversation would go, as I allowed the moment to pass. After paying our bill, I walked up to his colleague/friend who wore a grey patch of hair like Holden Caufied. I shyly told his buddy who I was and that I said Hi and did not want to distract him. In the end I played the shy card. A card that I often use because it's soo comfortable.
We finished the day off by strolling to Parc Lafontaine and enjoyed the lovely muted colors of Autumn.
We watched Water earlier and it was a beautiful sight that portrayed a not soo beautiful story.
When the time is right I want to see the feast of colors that are in India.

THE JEMS OF MY SHUTTERBUG FRENZY

objectify yourself #1
objectify yourself #2

u,me and vivian westwood.
stairs at parc lafontaine #1
parc lafontaine #2
the squirrels diet.
rachel+st.laurent=l.o.v.e
greasy spoon

i am one big mosquito bite

red wine makes me not mind

oK

another night in paradise

my time here is slowly dwindling

in reality,

its not quite slow more like a light speed

blast

i can't believe 3 months have already past me by

ive accomplished my fair share of things,

socialize with peeps, mostly over the tender age of 50,

hit up some new islands some that i didn't know existed

mastered driving my mechanical chariot on the not so lovely

streets of st.maarten, the ways here are completely different.

Montreal driving looks calm and ordered compared to here

People often just stop in the middle of the road to catch up with

a friend they see walking on the street. There is often traffic for no apparent reason

I've also seen every shade under one sun here.

People be mixing like their name was Betty Crocker.

Im currently waiting for my platonic date warren to come pick me

up. As I was killing time I reduced myself to a 13year old girl crush

on mark ronson, he's dreamy.

i wouldnt mind waking up to that smile and passing a lazy saturday in bed with him........

Anyways, I'm sure finding the real thing will be as hard as finding a real Chanel bag at Zellers, and so I will attempt to find a good knock off but not one that has the two C C's from the logo facing each other, something thats close to the real thing but not of course.. The search begins. On to bigger and sexier things, n'est pas?

My life choices are currently in the washer being cycled out. I keep making one decision then it rinses out and becomes a new one. I'm anxious an indecisive not a good mix.

I will wait it out, i suppose, my sister who is often my rational side, told me today that its already written and the best part is waiting to reading whats to come (paraphrased)

im going out tonite, somehting that has become as rare as a syzygy.

Lets see what the full moon will bring me.

1.2.3

HERE WE

GO.

off into the wilderness of St. Maarten night life.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes- Walt Whitman

DIP IT BEFORE YOU DIG IT.

listenig to: modeselektor/moderat

i'm one bad blogger.
what can i say?
I've been preoccupied
trying to be a modern day
somali hemmingway.
and lets be honest that task
requires a lot of time and effort.
I have yet to reach the level of fame
where i have nobodies mix my whisky and soda
and light my smokes, so i've added that to my title of renaissance WO-man.
I've also been
killing time dipping various edible things
into various liquid things.
a personal past time of mine
which I quite enjoy. My favorite is Pizza crust into Orange
juice. i know it's sick but if the crust is right
you're in for a good treat.

Times fly by
like seriously
the life and times of
ayan in the caribbean is almost
over. next thing i know
i will be talking about the minus -40 canadian
winters at the water cooler and talking to my cubicle buddy
darlene about the best ways to cure diaper rash....(the solution is not having a baby)

"i believe in a safer world for our children, but not our childrens children because i don't believe in children having sex" -jack handy

My cousin Samo, who is an aspiring professional musical guru recently put me onto the tunes of Sébastien Tellier. I often get her to send me music because I've been out of loop since I cut off my subscription to Spin magazine. He's good and i'm how do you say into it for the most part but on a personal note, he looks like a slut. I can only imagine him being a cross between Peppy le pew and Christopher Walken's SNL character "the continental" but i'm sure he's a nice guy who enjoys talking about stuff and smoking cartons of cigarettes and throwing you out of his bed like you were a condom wrapper.

ps:Maxwell is sweetly whispering in my ears and telling me "don't ever wonder". His voice is so magical I chose not to even ask don't worry about what Maxwell?

On to the next topic.
I recently had a Hemingway fever, it took over my mind,my body and my soul. Making me consume all that is his short stories. I took the book with me everywhere and anywhere, vacation,toilet,kitchen,beach,car...you name it. It was bound to me like the spine that held it together.
My fever has subsided but I still think of the various stories.
He does it well, a skill that has gone extinct with the dinosaurs and chivalry.
Perhaps I just have an old soul and look back at the past through golden Gucci shades?
Never the less, he makes me want to roam through streets of Paris drinking everything in until I rest my weary soles at a cafe where i drink and write my thoughts away.
To Hemingway.

I love horoscopes, they're my guilty pleasure because they go against the logic I've paid soo much to obtain. How can one person predict my future and summarize/generalize it into a couple of lines? Also, how can I share the same fate as millions of people who are born with the same 30 day span as myself?
Regardless I still love them, perhaps its the Leo in me? Tell me more things about myself that you dont know!
Here is mine(and any other lions/lioness for October)

While you are preoccupied with romantic possibilities, a tricky financial situation sneaks up on you. The 10th brings the drive to achieve what you want, but ensure that it's also what you need. Shrewd intelligence and charm help you wisely network and problem-solve at month's end. Anticipate a period when cash headaches ease.

ok.so.it covers the necessities. Love,ambition and money. Topics as classic as Greek tragedies.
Yet i'm still into it.
I never take it word for word, but I am fully able to take the joy of it all. It's as enjoyable as my daily pain du chocolates. I've begun to consume like 2 a day after realizing that there is one near my office. I hardly go to the office but always make an appearance at the bakery. I chat it up with the peeps who work there and sit by lagoon staring at the hills that look like green elephants.

Radiohead dropped a new video which is quite literally awesome. They did not use a video camera to make this video and no it not made animation style. Its just awesome to the fullest degree. I'm happy to see that some people are still interested in the art of making music videos.

house of cards-radiohead
they made the video by using scanners that collect data and they then visualized the data.
My thought is can some scientist collect the data of the thought patterns in my dreams??
if not yet, i'll give it 10 years.

i
di
gr
ess

i shall
now enjoy
the states
of dozing
off into
my dreams.