Monday, 30 November 2015

Surprise!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


For the most accomplished and busiest one, the one with the most children (besides Tarelle, of course), the one who might not check out this blog to find that she actually got a birthday post - but, when she finally will, because I know, just KNOW she will; long after all the kids graduated, one day she will wake up and say "I wonder what i and nanaimo were up to all this time" - then, just imagine, how overjoyed she will be to find that yes, in 2015, during those months of restlessness and uncertainty, when the world seemed to have turned a corner, a new chapter was to be started, for better or worse, she DID receive a birthday note!

Oh how my heart soars when I imagine her wrinkly face breaking into a smile, her beady eyes, full of wisdom, welling up with tears of joy, her knobbly arthritis-ridden fingers tapping a response, hoping, wishing, WANTING that somebody is still out there to read it.

It is going to be a glorious moment, the proof of a friendship that survives years and decades of silence, where distance and time are meaningless concepts, because, my friends, what belongs together, will be together, no matter what.


OR, in short: BSZ, Lynx!

and a track to go with it:


cuban jazz for i

Went to a world music festival on the weekend.
As it turns out I really like caribbean jazz.
Samplers for you to enjoy:
here and this one
and this here
or this other one

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Why ...

.. do you think lynx asked us to restart the blog?

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

new beginnings

The forces are getting stronger.
I want to blog.
I'm not sure where to start.
So much has happened in the meantime, reading back is like time-travel. Where's the person I had been then?
Should I try to find her? Should I just go with the reality that my life has so fundamentally changed that I cannot really relate to her?
My life and my mind is filled with practial problems and mean little worries. There's so little room for the grand, for the analytical, for the shocking.
Who cares what my feelings are when I see homelesses, what I hate the most about air-travel, what I think about death penalty? I don't.
Is that a bad thing? Or is it just the next step in our lives, the realization that I am not going to solve humanity's big problems, I am a speck of dust - busy trying not to clog the wheels too badly.
So here's a relevant read: Margaret Atwood: The Blind Assassin
She is so good! She is also Canada's most treasured writer and I had the strong urge to be on the OTHER team, you know, if that's what people like, it sure won't not resonate with me! Wrong.
This one really did. I enjoy reading her, almost as much as Vonnegut, (imagine!) but this book gave me even more. It really speaks to the "good wife forgives everything" concept, how it is building up and how there's a line that shouldn't have been crossed. How your threshold can be pushed, little by little until you look back one day and don't recognize yourself.

Sorry for the dreary post, I had to get this out of my system before I move onto death penalty and pear preserving.


Monday, 7 September 2015

Very long restarting post

Here you are, don't say you have no time.
-- office yoga --
Balancing on on two chairlegs is not included, but is very useful too ;)