Clowns Are From Heaven

I am reading "the Quiet Girl" by Peter Hoeg. It is about a world famous circus clown with psychic abilities who ends up trying to rescue a young girl with the same abilities from some one's diabolical clutches (I have not found out who yet). Its set in Denmark and its literary category is "magical realism". How fantastic is that?!?!?! I hope that someday when people look back on my life they file it under magical realism.

Our hero's name is Kaspar Krone. He can sense in people the slightest fluctuation in emotion, health, and  spirit.  He encounters a woman along his adventure that is very sad and he offers to give her singing lessons as a way to help her. Something about this really stuck with me. It sound so simple and lovely to be able to help someone by giving them singing lessons.

Humanity, I Love you

I wont bore you with the whole poem but my favorite part goes like this:
...
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down
on it...

E.E.Cummings

On to Buckminster Fuller...

*Treehouse inspired by Buckminster Fuller Geodesic dome*

"...Animals don't have any money, and the sun and the wind doesn't have any money. Money is some kind of invention of humans...  There is a greater intelligence operating in the universe than human intelligence and if you'll commit yourself in faith to that, you may find that you can get on."

Lastly, Alexander Calder.
"[Calder] is renowned for the invention of the mobile, whose suspended, abstract elements move and balance in changing harmony."
Whatever this picture makes you think of him, I hope that someday, when you look at me, you will get that same feeling.

What Is The Point?

I guess I'm a wee bit depressed lately. Probably everyone is right now, the world is a shifty place. Two things happened today when I asked the universe for direction: First, I heard a piece on This American Life called "People like you better if you put a lot of time into your appearance". Its about a guy who dresses up like superman just to make people happy and have something to talk about. He said that he started doing it 2 years ago after his wife died because he realized that she had no more tomorrows and he better start getting as much out of today as he could. The second thing was that I typed "What is the point" (dramatic, no?) into Google and I got this video from the comedian, Bill Hicks... Also remember this: Buckminster Fuller once wrote, just as he was about to kill himself, that he suddenly realized it wasn't his right to do so because he 'belonged to the universe'. He then decided to dedicate himself to using his talents and gifts to further mankind through his experiments. still waiting for my bolt of lightening.... Peace, Love and direction to you all!

Bunny Love

This week I can't seem to get anything into focus. Literally as well as metaphorically. Take my bunny ring for instance. Every time I try to take a picture of it, I can't seem to get it into focus no matter how hard I try. Sure, the beaver with the halo is in focus but not my goddamn bunnies! 

Here is where the metaphor comes in: Stop trying to force things and situations to reveal themselves. Everything really does become clear and work itself out if you give it some room and let it unfold. Big deep breath in-! and let it out.......

Love in the Time of Cooties

I recently watched  "this American Life" season one. My favorite was episode two, Joe No Love. Joe is 14. He sees his friends getting crushes, falling in love and acting stupid. He is happy- playing Dungeons and Dragons, reading, just being a kid. So he decides to opt out. He even makes a video message to the 25 year old, future Joe, telling him that he hopes he has not given in.The only exception is that he has had a dream that he meets a girl in another "realm" and together they have awesome weapons and fight dragons. Well Joe, thats my dream too. Except in my dream I'm Buffy and we fight vampires.

A Gift From the Sky

This week I was listening to a story on the radio about the famous neuro-pshychologist, Oliver Sacks. He studies different ways the brain behaves under different circumstances. 

For instance; A man is struck by lightening and when he recovers, has an overwhelming desire to listen to and learn piano music. Not only that, he develops quite an ear and talent for it. 

I'm hoping to be struck by lightening as soon as possible.

A jacket made of port wine cheese.

Olive and Jenquis.

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things...

My friend, Sarah, discovered recently that she and I are actually flappers. Clearly born in the wrong decade, we fight to make our round lives fit into a  square world.

I wont trouble you with the hows and whys of it all, (mostly because I have no real information to back this up with) but I do know that I like a good stiff cocktail, fancy shoes, and feathered headbands. and boys....

Pictured are my newly spray-painted shoes and a few of the headbands I made this weekend.