am new to this.. that's what most people put as their first line.then after that i lost the will to live.it's bad out there in blogger land.endless people sharing their lives,johnnys first steps, first teeth, first shit..... seriously! what they ate for dinner,where they bought the dinner... the list is freaking endless. the pure inanity of it ,all the emotional intellect of a dead skunk nicely packaged on pretty backgrounds. some,thank god too decorated with flowers and crappy details to be read.
i was hoping for more,maybe i'm missing the point? is it all just about the mundane,the biographies?
so people don't feel so lonely? but your lives are so boring, breeding and sharing..stop it! my eyeballs hurt!
my son ask me " why are you doing this? i don't know anyone who reads blogs"
well considering all the sad shit out there i don't blame them.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
home boy not mommas boy
i have a son a wonderful son.. he was the first person i loved more than myself and its a good job or i would have eaten him, several times... that's what stops us .. the love that consumes and then wanes enough for us to let them be.
they do just enough damage to us to let the love change so we can let them go without freaking out everytime they leave the house... "put your coat on your mothers cold"
i dont lie awake any more wondering if hes in a ditch, cos i know he prob is, but he'll be fine. hes 19 where else would he be.. learning to play in the big bad..
i travelled the world .. hitchhiked, got into strange vehicles, stayed in strange houses with even stranger people. i not only survived, i flourished, i grew to extraordinary heights. not one dangerous moment, well maybe one or two... i have an aura of self protection which i think hes inherited.
my parents oh so far away, had no idea and its prob just as well.
i in the western way left home .. was forced to live on my own..unlike the eastern families i saw who shared homes with parents, grandparents and siblings for many years.
why do we think it strange to want our families close? why do we put our old folks in homes ? our children in accommodation?
surely to share our skills, our knowledge, to have on hand babysitters and friends to pitch in share the load.. why do we discourage and disparage this ?
all of us needing our own little boxes taking up space using more resources.
so let them go play in the world but maybe just maybe don't make them feel guilty or useless ..its not a failure to launch ,its another way, that might make a stronger way, an easier way for all.
they do just enough damage to us to let the love change so we can let them go without freaking out everytime they leave the house... "put your coat on your mothers cold"
i dont lie awake any more wondering if hes in a ditch, cos i know he prob is, but he'll be fine. hes 19 where else would he be.. learning to play in the big bad..
i travelled the world .. hitchhiked, got into strange vehicles, stayed in strange houses with even stranger people. i not only survived, i flourished, i grew to extraordinary heights. not one dangerous moment, well maybe one or two... i have an aura of self protection which i think hes inherited.
my parents oh so far away, had no idea and its prob just as well.
i in the western way left home .. was forced to live on my own..unlike the eastern families i saw who shared homes with parents, grandparents and siblings for many years.
why do we think it strange to want our families close? why do we put our old folks in homes ? our children in accommodation?
surely to share our skills, our knowledge, to have on hand babysitters and friends to pitch in share the load.. why do we discourage and disparage this ?
all of us needing our own little boxes taking up space using more resources.
so let them go play in the world but maybe just maybe don't make them feel guilty or useless ..its not a failure to launch ,its another way, that might make a stronger way, an easier way for all.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
ooh look everyone's getting a blog .. somewhere to vent . so this diva does need a space to enlighten, to invade,to diss and discus to cuss & dismiss
had a trip into the big bad for the olllies and drunken mayhem.
tho the blue meanies are only scraping you off the sidewalk if you're so shit faced you're causing the visitors to have to step over you. the drunk tanks just aren't big enough and the paperwork between so many different branches of rcmp dragged in from far flung provinces would be impossible..yes let's fly them back in 2 yrs time to give witness to young freddies act of public urination due to the total lack of public washrooms....
so enjoy it whilst you can..... that freedom you so crave ..the anarchistic chaos being allowed under the banner of sportsmanship.. see we're really so cosmopolitan we also let our teenagers revel in the streets and puke and piss in doorways.. welcome to vancouver..
i actually enjoyed the downtown energy ..people for the most part happy and oh so patriotic now the foreign press have riled the national outrage.
the street buskers hawking feats of awe and magic,enticing us into their worlds for a brief moment, suspending belief,the cheering at anything, everything and all.
heading up to cypress early sat morning, bleary eyed children, even blearied eyed adults after a late night on the town.. the sun just warming as it cracked the light over the horizon.just as your toes started to freeze the line moving, the thrill of the "wave' working its way thru the waiting crowds.
we went to see the women's aerials, amazing flights of bravery as they fly off the jumps twisting thru the air and landing, most of the time so gracefully, or hop skipping and jumping onto the ground to the finish like children taking those first few uncertain steps...
i wasn't going to attend any of the events, my silent protest to the colossal waste i saw.i'm glad i had the opportunity to support those athletes,their whole lives culminating in those few minutes..
as i sat there with the warm sun on my face ,the view of the mountain before me. i smiled and felt happy , who'd have thunk it....
tho the blue meanies are only scraping you off the sidewalk if you're so shit faced you're causing the visitors to have to step over you. the drunk tanks just aren't big enough and the paperwork between so many different branches of rcmp dragged in from far flung provinces would be impossible..yes let's fly them back in 2 yrs time to give witness to young freddies act of public urination due to the total lack of public washrooms....
so enjoy it whilst you can..... that freedom you so crave ..the anarchistic chaos being allowed under the banner of sportsmanship.. see we're really so cosmopolitan we also let our teenagers revel in the streets and puke and piss in doorways.. welcome to vancouver..
i actually enjoyed the downtown energy ..people for the most part happy and oh so patriotic now the foreign press have riled the national outrage.
the street buskers hawking feats of awe and magic,enticing us into their worlds for a brief moment, suspending belief,the cheering at anything, everything and all.
heading up to cypress early sat morning, bleary eyed children, even blearied eyed adults after a late night on the town.. the sun just warming as it cracked the light over the horizon.just as your toes started to freeze the line moving, the thrill of the "wave' working its way thru the waiting crowds.
we went to see the women's aerials, amazing flights of bravery as they fly off the jumps twisting thru the air and landing, most of the time so gracefully, or hop skipping and jumping onto the ground to the finish like children taking those first few uncertain steps...
i wasn't going to attend any of the events, my silent protest to the colossal waste i saw.i'm glad i had the opportunity to support those athletes,their whole lives culminating in those few minutes..
as i sat there with the warm sun on my face ,the view of the mountain before me. i smiled and felt happy , who'd have thunk it....
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