colour me gaultier 20604
yes, i still remember my password to this blog.
ai-ya, it has been forever since i updated this little journal of mine, so that means that i have been busy. aside from the usual, i am currently obessed with RATS (Robert Sullivan) a fascinating history of rats in New York City and how they are actually a parallel society to us. I have so much admiration for these characters because they have adapted to thrive off of our lifestyle of excess and gluttony. anyways, if i work with you, i've probably already talked your ear off about this. also, i'm on an anti-inflammatory anti-oxident rich eating plan (as the first three letters of diet are DIE) and it's been a bit trying because i'm staying away from sugar (it causes inflammation) and starch (which converts easily to sugar) and constantly have to tell people i'm NOT ON ATKINS. I'm eating salmon all the time and blueberries and greens and nuts and things, so i guess it's just what i wanted to do for myself anyway, have a balanced diet. i've noticed some improvement in my skin, and it's just been under a week, so i'm gonna stick to it.
i've also been very impressed by my iyengar yoga class (had to go back to my training, tried to deviate with other forms at the Y and such, but this is the best). heritage hall is an awesome space for yoga and my teacher is pretty great. she's a dancer as well, so we always do different body things and i always feel very open (but not in pain) after class. there's something about the partner work too, small eastern european women who gently yet firmly grab and pull parts of you that you woudn't have thought to pull yourself. namaste.
in terms of going out, it seems i have resumed my status as an event goer, some things for work and other things half for work. by work i mean my writing work, because this is my heart's work. oh, and i've decided to focus on finding work with youth that incorporates writing and/or music because naturally this would be what i would enjoy doing, so why not make a living from it. i just have to get my ass together and chronicle my resume, etc. and get my search on.
all of the clubbing i've done lately though seems to have centered in the gastown area. first, i went to see Music Machine at Lick and i gotta say the youngest D Reyes sure picked up something in the way of stage presence. They're pretty solid and I'm pushing for a feature for them in the summer issue. i did a review but it never made it up on line...so i don't know if they think i'm saturating that shit or what. next up, lamplighter for the Jeff Spec cd release partay. i've known this cat (kind of) for quite some time, but thanks to myspace we were able to connect and i have to say Rhythm and Blues is the best underground Canadian hip hop effort i've probably ever heard. it was nice to see the city planners blow it up on election night. The beauty-full ones reunite, with new hairstyles and peaces just as tight for the launch of the Colouring Book at Lick, and there was some hard dancing to be had. I was also inspired to wax poetic when I got home, so it was a throwback to years past when I came home from The Alibi Room freestyling after Lost Tribes of the Sun.
And how can I forget the launch of the latest fragrance by Gaultier attended with the fair husband who almost threw away an evening of panko breaded prawns, lobster salad, beef skewers, cheese and fruit, brie and caramalized onion, and Gaultier martinis due to a lack of footwear. He came to his senses though, when I reminded him of where we live and anything that he would be wearing would be way too glamourous in the light of the wardrobe infractions that were allowed to happen in the time it took for him to get there. The hand massage (and subsequent allowed leg groping) of the representative of the fragrance as well as the antics of the LV/Nike drifit rose gnashing with teeth photographer were worth the price of admission alone (free-haha suckers at Skybar, they never make any money off of us) and the moulin rouge burlesque-y dance troupe proved that at least one copy of the carmen electra strippercize dvds have been studied carefully.
i've also been back to seattle to visit a Trader named Joe, and i have to say that in terms of cities, Seattle's a pretty nice one. i lunched at nordstrom's again, and thought of jerri and his first pair of shoes and nordy balloon, and how we got caught up a bit when he called me and i mailed him out his xmas present (the collection of breaking stories from the weekly world news). it was interesting in the car on the way home trying to explain tampons and periods to three faggots. g- "so, you just jam that thing up there? how long do you leave it there? a month? i don't think i could function with a piece of cotton in my ass all day long" p-"whatever, you know you would SO love to have something jammed in your ass all day long". mmm-hmm.
i've seen annapolis and eve and the fire horse and i have to say that the latter was much more noteworthy than the former, especially because i ran into my favorite remaining roots worker, and she may just work there until she dies. but she's growing her hair, and had just come from pilates. she's so my hero.
so, as i ponder the cycle of life and it's cyclical nature, i'm off to take in some sunshine, read further on rats, and study my vietnamese. all4now.
