Laundry Night Bitches!

Thats right...I'm awesome...tonight I wash my dirty clothes...bet you'll be jealous...more uLOB awesomeness to come...

Hookah Shoes Part Two, ULOB Part Four

Hmm...perhaps this all relates back to what Kundera said about noticing what we want to create motifs in our life...
After the Hooker shoe incident I went over to my brother's house and hung out. Randomly I asked if they had Salt and Peppa on CD and if I could borrow it. I don't know why I wanted to listen but I had an urge. So today I was listening to 'None of Your Business', S&P's best song, and one of the lines in the song is 'the difference between a hooker and a hoe aint nothin' but her feet'....creepy huh!

Ok, on to ULOB:

Awesomenes Insight #4
'Tereza went in to get dressed and stood in front of the large mirror.
No there was nothing monstrous about her body. She had no pouches hanging from her shoulders; in fact, her breasts were quite small. Her mother used to ridcule her for having such small breasts, and she had had a complex about them until Tomas came along. But reconciled to their size as she was, she was still mortified by the very large, very dark circles around her nipples. Had she been able to design her own body, she would have chosen inconspicuous nippes, the kind that scarcely protrude from the arch of the breast and all but blend in colour with the rest of the skin. She thought of her areoloae as big crimson targets painted by a primativist of pornography for the poor.'

Who hasn't analyzed their body, and their breasts (for the females) and wondered why they were stuck with what they have? I think that breasts are in particular a source of examination for females. I mean, I find myself in awe of the perky breasts I see on the the big screen for mine look nothing like them. I don't have that cute, upturnedness that other, more popular breasts do...mine I suppose are like big pouches hanging from my shoulders. Sigh.

Then there's the nipple issue! Like I remember going WTF when I watched the breast scene in American Beauty because a) one boob was bigger than the other and b) her nipples were massive! So to have a line regarding crude pornography in the best book of all time was quite apt, because it is true...The imperfections we all have become like this larger then life subject when we analyze our own selves...they become characictures for our bodies...do people wish I spell checked...oh well...

Once again, lyla's thoughts on the awesomeness of kundera.

PS: Lyla has her thinking cap on and its gonna be big..stay tuned for the unveiling..ok its not that big but it makes her happy...

I'm Back for Part Three

You didn't think I'd be this intent on sharing the word of Kundera, but I am...I have seen the light...and it's a black one so the white fuzz shows up everywhere and your teeth look freaky...

a few words first. I am becoming more and more hippy like with my return to Saskatoon. I live downtown. I walk to work. I go to the YWCA. I work for the city. I have now signed up for a local food basket delivery service and am thinking of how to save my scraps for the community compost pile -- I will not get a plot in the community garden but I plan on using my brother's garden to grow some veggies...Soon I'll be jamming to the dead and hanging out in the hallway of my basement inhaling the excess fumes...


Awesomeness insight #3:

'Being in a foreign country means walking a tightrope high above the ground without the net afforded a person by the country where he has his family, collegues, and friends, and where he can easily say what he has to say in a language he has known from childhood'.

fuck language -- this goes beyond language...the norms, values, customs of another country constantly keep you on your toes for fear of judgement, for fear of being told well you wouldn't understand, you don't count, you aren't from here, etc etc etc. You hold fiercly to your own customs and upbringings but don't want to be judged for them, you want to feel like its ok to debate possibilities, but you are constantly seen as the foreigner...you never get to 'fit in'...and this goes for canadians in america and americans in canada...there's always the subtle differences...even if they are more regionalized than nationalized, a different region within the country has more 'right' to contradict than does a different nation....this is an fucking awesomeness insight...because its sooooo spot on...anyone disagree?

Hookah Shoes and Part Two

To cap off what has been a lovely, albeit somewhat tame, four-day weekend, I decided to purchase some new shoes from the local outsource shop, Walmart. Along for the ride were my dear little bro's roomies, Moir and JW. As I sat there, admiring my feets in my new slippers, Moir suggested I also pick up an extremely tacky pair of shoes...clear plastic heels with clear plastic straps. I smiled and said no, that they were in fact, hooker shoes and that I preferred to look like an escort, being classy like that. We laughed and proceeded down the aisles to where a little girl, age 10, was trying on the aforementioned shoes, her mother loveingly watching on...snickers abounded and we realized that the little girl had in fact been pulling the shoes off the shelf when I had made the comment...nice...my influence on the youth of north america continues to be steller...

Now on to part deux of the most amazing book ever...

Awesomness Insight #2:

Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitious occurence (Beethovan's music, death under a train) into a motif, which them assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life.

Notes:
How very true this is. It's like horoscopes in a way...as a daily reader of my libra predictions, I take to heart what is true and discard what is not with a, bah, tis only a horoscope. In much the same way I can romanticize past incidents by drawing 'circumstantial' connections, composing fate to my liking. I take individual elements of remembered situations and force upon them an idealized mosiac, which I can then remember and point others to, saying, see...es muss sein (a geeky ULOB reference meaning It Must Be).

Further insights to come...stay tuned

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Part One

As everyone who has talked to me in the past two weeks knows, I'm currently reading Kundera's Unbearable Lightness of Being. I have professed this to be the best book ever, which I'm sure, it is not. However for the time being it is 'speaking' to me on so many levels. I plan on renewing this book so that I can share those insights which have caused me to embrace this book like no other...

I will begin my dissection of the awesomeness of the ULOB...


Generic Background Synopsis:
The story centers around four adults, three of which are Czech (probably yet another reason why I love the book as my Prague adventure forever endeared me to the country, it's arts, sports, etc). Two are married, the husband sleeping with the mistress who connects us to the fourth person. The story follows their thoughts as they move through life, and how they perceive things in contrast to those around them....

Awesomeness Insight #1:
"We can never know what to want, because living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come".

Reason this quote is so awesome...
Numerous times in my life I have often thought, 'next time around, I'll do that'. I have used this rationale to put off learning Mandarin, studying medicine, approaching crushes, dealing with negotiations, etc. Of course, I know that there isn't a next time around but for the brief seconds that I think this thought I truly believe it...as if to rationalize my current actions. It lets me think that I can continually revisit a subject and perfect it when I need to. Then I'm brought back to reality and I realize I won't be a doctor, I won't be speaking mandarin when I'm a teenager, and at the age of 16 I will always be the shy girl who will never get the crush, etc. And then I accept it as it is and make a vow to work with what I've got right now...

So this is an awesomeness insight because it lets us know that being confused, our 'crises' are perfectly legit, because how the fuck are we supposed to know what we want. Choosing one path means giving up another, and we have the right to be happy with the path we choose but to mourn the loss of the path we reject. I guess the trick is to mourn but to get over it...how one does that, I'm not exactly the expert on it...

Stay tuned for more awesomness insights...

This has been the word of Kundera, as translate by Lyla

Itsy Bitsy Update

Itsy Bitsy Spider
Became a big man
Sticky pointy legs
something lyla has to ban.

Climbing through the tub
when it was time to scrub it out,
Itsty Bitsy Spider
was knocked the fuck out.

Squish.
Flush.
Gone.

hawksley

So I finally saw hawksley workman, something I've been wanting to do since his first album was released (2001ish).....apparantly I've seen him before but thats a contentious issue for another day.

It was in convocation hall and all I have to say is go see a concert there if you ever get a chance...it was soo nice..the acoustic's were fantastic and the brand new sound equipment provided the best sound i've ever heard at a show. That includes beating the 9:30, a feat I thought not possible...

And you have to love an artist who can take a glam rock sock like striptease and perform it using only finger cymbol's and it comes out sounding pretty fucking good.

Oh and I scored the setlist...not shocking I know but it's always nice to get another one to add to the collection.

that is all for now.

crazy fool

At approximately 9:15 PM Thursday night, patients at City Hospital witnessed a strange occurance in Kinsmen Park. In amongst the trees and sculptures there appeared to be irradic movements passing along one of the many walking paths. At first this instance caused some alarm until a keen sighted nursing aide focused on in the subject.

"At first I was scared really...I mean there was this thing, flayling about...Arms were pumping alongside the body, hands dancing in the air, hips moving and every now and then a bit of a hop" Sandi Destinowski reported. "As a nursing aide I have to be able to stay calm in situations like this, so I took a deep breath and focused. Poor Alma was sent into another cardiac arrest at the sight! So I let Ro..I mean Doctor Caliente focus on her while I figured out the park situation. I soon realized it was just some crazy chick dance-walking to her ipod".

One of the nurses ran out to speak to the crazy chick, trying to determine what caused this behaviour. Said the girl, "It was a little bit of Arctic Monkeys, a little bit of Ciara and a whole lotta Madonna". She wouldn't promise that this wouldn't happen again in the future.

--Lloyd Robertson and Sandi Rinaldo contributed to this story--

itsy bitsy spider

Itsy Bitsy Spider
Climbed up the bathtub wall
Down came the water
And the spider did fall

Down into the toilet
Is where he came to rest
Til he crawled up the side
To which saving him was best...

Tenacious bugger really...so I scooped him out (eww all you want) and let him run off...

I figure anything that tries that hard to stay alive deserves just a little bit of help.