Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Alex left his cell phone in his jeans pocket when he did his laundry (hey, that's delicious all by itself, my kids do their own laundry). Anyway, the phone went through a whole wash, rinse and spin cycle. Andy advised him to leave it to dry out for a week. Alex tried it last night. Guess what? It works!
I went to an Italian wedding shower on Sunday. My friend Kathy's son Robert is getting married this summer. Lucy, his fiancee, is Italian. I was maid of honour in an Italian wedding once, so I was prepared. The shower was at an Italian restaurant with 50 women. Everything was beautiful. I knew about the food part, so I ate only 1/2 of everything that was served to me, and made it through the meal while others who were uninitiated to Italian banquet eating dropped like stuffed flies around me. The food was delicious, but even more delicious? At our table there were six Marias! Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria and Maria...ahhhhh!
I saw the Da Vinci Code on Sunday evening with Alex and I actually liked it. It's been pretty much panned by the critics, but I decided to give it a try, and Alex was dying to see it so he could talk to his friends about it at school on Monday. If you watch it as a study of character and intention it's actually pretty good. What makes each person go? Oh! It was very good in that sense, or as good as a movie can be. As a thriller/mystery or compelling statement of a controversial theory, I'm not so sure, but I'm not much of a judge of such things. About people's stories I know, and it was good in that way. I also admire how Tom Hanks is okay with not looking beautiful. Good man.
Andy and I saw Fiona in The Wizard of Oz on Saturday. It was her "off cast" meaning she was playing a chorus part. The show is "double-cast" meaning each actor learns two parts, a main role and a chorus part. We'll see her playing the Cowardly Lion this coming Saturday. She is a star. We are so proud of her.
That's my delicious life so far.
question: what's good for you today?
mompoet - full of yummy
Monday, May 29, 2006
Our townhouse complex had its annual garage sale this weekend. I unloaded a bit of junk, had a great visit with our old neighbour Neana who always comes back and sets up shop for the day with us. I spent only $2 (1 brand new propane tank for the barbeque and a brand new queen size bed comforter), and the potluck supper was great at the end of the day.
question: what's your best garage sale or thrift shop find lately?
mompoet - not a shopper but I love the weirdness of people buying each other's junk
Thursday, May 25, 2006
question: why not try it?
mompoet - fair to middling driver, glad I don't have to start over again
Trick Question Learner's Licence Driving QuizAlex and his 16 year old friends are speculating about the questions on the Learner's Licence Driver Quiz. They are positive that trick questions will be included. In their imaginations, it will look like this. Find out if you have what it takes to get your "L."
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
O Canada! is the sorbet (or, for my dad SHERBERRRRRRT) of songs. It cleanses your brain of any bad song that won't go away. Try it.
question: ring ring ring ring ring ring ring?
mompoet - bananaphone....O Canada!
question: ring ring?
mompoet - repetition is for emphasis
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Question: Do you remember the song from this famous scene?
mompoet - (hint) We represent the......
Monday, May 22, 2006
I’m working on breathing
Breath has the power
To power my words
Give life to my thoughts
Transform awkward impulse to song
Singing teacher says
“Fill the belly. Support your notes. Breathe strong. Breathe control.”
But I can’t tell,
Will I ever find enough air
To express the breadth of
Whatever this is
Ballooning to bursting
Before I can expel the truth?
And upon collapsing
Reveal an emptiness that will
Rob all oxygen from the atmosphere
Deprive those I love the best
Of the breath they need
To sustain their own songs?
It should be wet here
Instead, I’m drowning in my car
Windows cranked tight
I saturate myself with sound
Race from one idea to another
Windows closed tight
But music leaks
Leaves a trail behind me
The music that fills my chest with something good for now
Numbs me to the knowledge
That most of these thoughts are harmful
Toxic if inhaled and held for too long
Music that leaks
Despite windows closed tight
Leaks like sweet marinade
“When you have learned the breathing
The song is the same
It’s one fluid exchange”
It should be wet here
I’m driving in a snow globe without a bubble
My ears are full so I can’t tell
Are you there?
Bring me air
We will drive and drive and drive
mompoet - breathing
Saturday, May 20, 2006
It comes from a CBC radio breakfast contest a long time ago. It's very good:
I hope you will try this recipe, and don't worry about your teeth. It's good for your teeth.
question: what did you have for breakfast this morning?
mompoet - breakfast matters
Thursday, May 18, 2006
question: what's your favourite time of year?
mompoet - guess I better shave my legs, huh?
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
left on but you can call me
anytime to check
question: who has your keys?
mompoet - once my neighbour went inside my house and brought my bathing suit to the pool when I ripped a hole in the butt of the one I that I wore to the pool in the first place
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Wonderful, wonderful Dr. Bruce got me in Tuesday morning at 7:30am. Even after staying up late at the Poetry Slam Monday night, I sprang out of bed, ready to see an end to the discomfort. Well, actually I had this weird hypnogogic experience between the alarm clock and the feet on the floor which involved "Waking Up" (as an embodied state of consciousness - I think she was wearing pajamas and blue slippers) walking up a flight of stairs and seeing a hand-drawn poster that said "NO WAY!" in purple sparkly bubble letters, but I dismissed it and woke.
Turns out, I had a fearsome ragged chunk of broken-off tooth jammed deep into my gum between the two teeth since Sunday morning. Dr. Bruce showed it to me because he knows I like stuff like that. cool. No wonder it hurt when I chewed. ew.
Now I have a new filling and a new appreciation for salad, which I really wanted to eat on Monday, but I settled for squishy pasta because it didn't hurt so much. Also an appreciation for my fully functioning face after walking around for three hours with blubber cheek and manitou tongue - blubba goo goo (drool).
I guess if something about me is going to disintegrate, it's okay that it's my teeth, in minor ways like this.
question: what would you most want to chew if you had to stop chewing for a bit?
mompoet - I have a lovely bunch of broccoli and some nice chicken
Sunday, May 14, 2006
It was a warm Sunday evening, so most of Port Moody was at Rocky Point Park after supper. We were there too, while some of the cast of The Wizard of Oz (May 26-June 4 at the Inlet Theatre) had publicity photos taken. Here's a sneak peek of the lion during makeup tests...trying not to scare herself...and how many people it takes to photograph a Tin Man, Scarecrow, Lion, Toto and Dorothy strolling down the pathway to Oz.
question: what did you do for Mother's Day?
mompoet - 83k mother's day
question: do you attend cultural events with the blue rinse or the blue mohawk crowd?
mompoet - somewhere in between, I guess
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Wednesday was International "Move for Health Day." It took on extreme importance in the province of British Columbia where we are being challenged to improve our communities' physical fitness by 20% in time for the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics. Well, I guess our province could start by feeding the ones who don't have enough food and providing treatment for the ones who are ill and houses for the ones who can't afford accommodation and compassionate care for the elders who built this beautiful province, but don't get me started... In the meantime, we will exercise (and also learn to read - but that's another challenge) so that we do not present the world (and network TV) with a province of illiterate fatsos in 2010. That gives me an idea. I'm going to pork up, black out a tooth, hang around Olympic venues in a sack dress and drool. Now won't that be a pretty pitcher? huh?
But anyway, in the meantime, we are exercising!!! Which is good for us for sure, regardless of what happens with the really big issues.
At the gym where I work out, our cycle class joined the seniors and elementary school students in a health walk Wednesday. About 300 people turned out. It was sunshiney, friendly and fun. We were cheered on by volunteers from the high school, and served treats upon our return. It really was very nice. Later we found out that of all the "Move for Health Day" events on Wednesday, ours was the biggest of those sponsored by the city. Hurray for the Cameron exercise people!
These pictures give you an idea of what it looked like.
question: is it okay to enjoy little triumphs before the big problems are tackled?
mompoet - vowing to be 20% more something by 2010
Friday, May 12, 2006
question: what about your day?
mompoet - coming back out through the looking glass to Friday morning
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
The band is coming to Vancouver in September. I think I'll go see them.
Black bandana sweet Louisiana
Robbin' a bank in the state of Indiana
question: what did you think about when you woke up this morning?
mompoet - yum yum yum
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
- a suspense movie starring Samuel Jackson?
- a make-your-own cult film, spawning parodies even prior to its release?
- a slang expression - metaphor based on the movie premise?
- one more topic on which to build a blog?
In case you're doubting this all, check the trailer (but please note the date on which it was posted).
question: haven't we got anything better to do?
mompoet - marvelling at the weirdness of fads, reptiles and marketing
ps - My son told this joke at his birthday supper on Saturday:
Have you seen the new movie, "Constipation?"
That's okay, it hasn't come out yet.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
When I was 18 years old in university, I was smart, ambitious and hard-working, I got permission to take fourth year history courses in the beginning of my second year. I felt tremendously excited about this. I’d also got a promise of directed studies work from one of my favourite profs. I was going to get my degree in social history, find out the true stories of real people and how they understand each other, and take care of each other. I was going to max out my credits and fill up my curious brain with lifelong learning. I was on top of the world.
Right away, first week, the prof (who would become another of my favourites) told us we would each have to do a one-hour presentation within the next 6 weeks, effectively researching and teaching each other the curriculum. I can’t tell you how nervous this made me. Me, a silly little fresh-out-of-highschool girl, teach those big blustery history-heads and mature students too? I resolved to do my best, and signed up for one of the later slots, hoping to get a handle by watching and listening to my peers. The next week I walked into seminar early. Only one other student in the room, a big, smart guy I’ll call Stewart, who called the prof by his first name and seemed to have an educated opinion about everything. Older too. Musta been 25 or 26. My superior in every way. I asked him, “howzit goin’?” When he did the same I told him I was nervous about the presentation, and already working on the reading to be sure to do a good job.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re a good-looking young girl. You’ll get a good mark, doesn’t matter what you say.”
The 98% I got on my presentation 3 weeks later, and my A in the course are thanks in no small part to Stewart, who made me so damn angry I forgot about being scared and got down to presenting his arrogant ass right out the 5th floor window just so I could watch it splat on the quadrangle below.
Words have a way of doing that, spurring us on to action or stopping us dead in your tracks – depends I guess on how we’re feeling at the time. I can tell you I will never forget those words, or their implication. Or the effect they will have on me, forever.
Fast forward a year to the night my highschool girlfriends got together to plan a wedding shower for a friend. We’d been thick as thieves from grade 8 to grade 12, then went our separate ways after graduation, for the most part. Joining up again was fun. So much had happened since we’d last sat down. Then my friend arrived. I’ll call her Thelma. Dressed to the nines. I blurted out, “Thelma, I can’t believe it! You look GREAT!” Damn words…truth is, Thelma dressed pretty trashy through highschool, so much so that some of the kids made fun of her behind her back, and I was glad to see her looking like she liked her self a bit better than before, but there was nothing I could say to undo the damage. The rest of the evening was painfully awkward. I left early with teeth-clenched hugs and hollow “See you soons,” echoing in my ears.
Words slip out so easily, betraying our secrets, twisting our intentions. They’re permanent, indelible and in-correctible. I listen to conversations looping, edit my contribution after the fact, but done is done, even when I wish I could retract them like backwards music, swallow them back and just stay mum. But it’s too late.
Now one good friend is angry with another good friend. Mad enough not to speak to her for weeks. All over some words not properly heard and responded to in what might have been comic but turned out to be a tragically inappropriate manner. One small hurt sparks a reaction of volcanic proportions and the words splash out like burning magma, scarring as they fall on limbs already battered by the hardness of life. It’s next to impossible to forgive the one who deals the crushing blow, even if it was just a stupid comment delivered to exactly the wrong person at exactly the wrong time.
I believe it is in our nature to talk first and think later. Were we to stifle this impulse we would probably never know each other, hatch earth-changing ideas, love authentically or make art. We have to talk and talking is an inexact science.
All that remains is forgiveness and the charitable assumption of benefit of the doubt. Curiosity too.
Recently, I heard a friend say something to another friend that made my heart quicken. An insensitive remark at a bad time. Something so truly out of character I could not believe it. So I used my words. Unable to muster the courage in the moment, I phoned the next day. I chose my words carefully…”You are my friend, so I must ask…Last night I heard you say….” I mustered curiosity and trust to ask a friend about his words, and learned that he too was wishing for a rewind button, and also that he had spoken after to the one he must have hurt. Clarified intention, recognized transgression, made amends.
Words are like that. We all screw up and toss them carelessly like daggers or mud clots. When they hit their mark it doesn’t matter how we chase them, own them, take them back. They are their own echoes, with limited edit-ability. Their harm is permanent regardless of what we meant to say (or not say). All that matters how they were heard.
question - what's that you said?
mompoet - listening with an open heart
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Saturday afternoon my parents gave me their tickets to No Great Mischief because they have the flu, so I took Alex, who celebrates his 16th birthday today, to see the show. It was a beautiful production, rich in emotion, language like poetry, full of music, mystery, family lore and powerful drama and only 6 chairs for props/scenery. I roared with laughter and cried 3 or 4 times. Alex thinks it's fascinating when I cry. He stops watching the play and watches me. Oh well. He liked the show pretty much, then we came home and had a big supper, with his uncle and the grandma who isn't sick.
I am full up with words and sounds and images and thoughts (and birthday cake).
Happy happy days!
question: have you been up to any great mischief?
mompoet - saturated
Friday, May 05, 2006
Tonight, Vancouver's top-ranked slam poets will compete. The winners will make us this year's Vancouver team, representing our slam community at the Nationals in Austin Texas in August. They'll also go to Toronto in October for the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word.
If you're in the area and you'd like to attend, here's the info:
Friday May 5
Doors at 8, show at 9
$10-$15 sliding scale admission
Feature: Sonya Renee
WISE Hall - Victoria and Adanac in Vancouver
Next door to the Vancouver East Cultural Centre
Arrive early, we will sell every seat
It's also a tribute night for our host, Graham Olds, who will move to Vancouver Island soon. In between the competition and the feature we'll be saying nice things about Graham and giving him presents and stuff. (note to self - pack tissues)
question: is a slam host roast technically vegan?
mompoet - it's all gentler than it sounds
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Or is this really an urban myth, made up by a vindictive cat?
question: if I put the cookies in a box with a lid inside the cupboard, will the dog be able to get them?
mompoet - putting the cookies on top of the fridge (luckily the cat is not interested)