Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Included in the article is an explanation of why this phenomenon is so compelling to the human brain.
Ever since I saw Saturn through a big telescope, or probably before that when my dad gave me the moon, then later when we looked at stars as close as our nose from high mountain meadows, I have liked to look at the sky and think about the things in it.
question: will you tell me if you see them?
mompoet - holding you (and you) in my fovea
Monday, January 28, 2008
Fi: It's really thin!
Mom: It sure is!
Fi: I'd be scared it would crack or something.
Mom: It wouldn't crack.
Dad: Someone would sit on it.
Mom: Nobody would sit on it.
Fi: You're the one that sat on the cat, Mom.
Dad: Yeah, you're the one who sat on the cat.
Fi: If anyone sat on a MacBook Air it would be you.
Dad: Yeah, it would be you.
Fi: You'd sit on it and it would crack.
Mom: Thanks a lot. Thank you for that.
Fi: I love you Mom.
Mom: I know.
Fi and Dad: (laughing their heads off)
Mom: Yeah, thanks, I love you guys too.
question: so what's so bad about accidentally sitting on a cat? That does not mean I will sit on a computer!
mompoet - careful where I sit these days
ps - the (so called) family says I should sign off: "Mac in my crack" hmmm
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I guess, after 10 years of working at the same job, a new job can take you to a completely different place. That's what I wanted, and it's good but WOOOOOOH!
In the meantime, here are a few wonderful things about my new job:
-hugs (I know I already mentioned it, but it's really remarkable and lovely)
-a five-sided office (again). How could I land two of those in a row? and five is my favourite number.
-a staff locker in the change room - now I won't have to tote my clunky shampoo bottles to work and back every day
-my co-workers and boss - wonderful
-a staffroom with a comfy couch so when I'm not exercising on a break, I can read
-a library 5 paces from my office, in the same building
-a red telephone
-seniors having fun and being active - I have lots and lots of new friends and heroes
-walking distance from home
-my old job still belongs to me
So here I am, overwhelmed but sitting pretty, stretching my brain and meeting new friends.
question: are you overwhelmed?
mompoet - temporarily so
Well, not really. It's probably the opposite. When I am feeling centred and full of self-actualization I don't worry about icky picky things. When I am overwhelmed or pushed, I distract myself by being bugged by things that really don't matter.
My favourite is trendy language idiosyncrasies and nouveau cliches.
It seems like everyone in the world all at once begins saying the same thing the same (wrong) way and it just bugs me. I know I have griped about this before, and I will again. I know that I do not speak perfectly. My writing isn't perfect either. These are the blandwagon slanguage glitches currently making me squirm:
"I seen..." as in "I seen him coming down the street," or "I seen that movie last week."
"is is" as in "The thing is, is that the price of gas is too low to discourage people from driving." (I know I have complained about "is is" in previous posts, but it's not going away. The thing is, is that people keep saying this and it's it's driving me insane. Just thought I'd throw in two others that bug me - "it's it's and "driving me insane" when you really mean "making me feel irritated." Irritated and insane are not the same thing. One requires benadryl, the other hospitalization and treatment.)
Why use an adverb when an adjective is shorter? This is pretty recent. People drop the "ly" on the word at the end of the sentence as in, "This wine is delicious. Did you know that it is made local?" or "It's so unfair. He was fired from his job indiscriminate."
Using the word "concerning" when you really should use "disconcerting" as in "I find the current situation in Afghanistan extremely concerning."
So now that I have that off my chest I can go be nice again. I will go be nice very sincere. It's it's just the right thing to do. I seen what I look like when I'm not nice, and it's very concerning.
question: why do I let this bug me?
mompoet - petting my peeves
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
The meeting went pretty well. About 20 people spoke. All were in favour of a shelter. Just a few were not in favour of having it at our church. It's understandable how people who live or have businesses just a few doors away may be concerned. We will do our best to show them that they had no need to worry.
The last speaker was against the shelter, warning that if we allow homeless people to come stay, it will become a "growth industry." Well, I guess I hope he's right. These people are here among us, and could be any one of us but for a twist of bad fortune. If recognizing and taking action to care for people who need help becomes a growth industry in Port Moody, that will be a good thing. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be known as the city where neighbours don't ignore their neighbours, where you will be helped when you need it, where you are.
Final reading will take place Feb 12. We are hoping to commence our turn operating as a shelter just a few days later.
question: what's a growth industry where you live?
mompoet - caring is usually not free, but it's almost always worth it
Sunday, January 20, 2008
It's time to get the costumes ready for Peter Pan. I spend last Saturday cutting out fabric and this Saturday sewing. Wendy's dress is all white satin and lace with a chiffon overlay to the skirt - beautiful and heavy and slippery. Here's a peek.
I have two of these to sew (one for Fi and one for the the girl who plays Wendy for alternating performances). There's also an American First Nations costume for the girls to share for their chorus days.
sew sew sew
question: do you sew?
mompoet - stitch stitch stitch
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Waiting to say
I’ve been wanting to say something
for the longest time
but when I open my mouth I blurt
pop music mash-ups
Instead of saying what I mean, I go off
on a tangent about
Rhesus Macaques out of control in Delhi
following commuters onto subway cars
and invading hospitals to
suck glucose drips
while the back corner of my mind
grasps for the Hanuman courage
to follow the sun all the way around the earth
and ask it to be my teacher
But I find my stance is not broad enough
so I scamper away, thinking
next time ‘round
I’ve thought these words through
a thousand times
polished them like a pebble or a poem
but when I try to say them, all I find are
Instead of connecting, I go on about
this asteroid that’s predicted
to crash into the surface of Mars at 30 thousand miles per hour
on January 30th, 2008, leaving a crater ½ mile wide
or maybe not – the scientists can’t be sure
Some integrating feature of my brain
stretches to draw a parallel
a lack of clarity about probability and effect
and our current situation
But I lose my focus, and spin back out to
yeah, well, we’ll see I guess
I’m sitting here waiting
every morning for my muse
Her name is Stella – which temps me to stand outside in my undershirt shouting her name
but calling her would be like calling a star
By the time my voice arrived
it would be 100 years later
She’d be Supernova already, or maybe my aim would be off
Even if she answered
I’d be long gone before the message got back
There’s something I’ve been waiting to say
but catching the right moment
is like capturing a moth
then not knowing what to do
once I have it
So I think I’ll stop trying to deliver the long-poem version
(for now anyway)
and just tell you
about a man in a hat of crumpled glass
He’s gone, but the idea lives on
My intention in this is to find that feeling again
Like a tug on the line from
the words to song mostly forgotten
like a dollar in your pocket
like on old key
in the bottom of a bag
I’ll hold it and keep it
and tell you
Hey, it’s just me.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I love these people.
Goodbye is never easy. We're still on the same team, but I won't see them every day. I won't have so many opportunities to line dance in the hallway outside the bathroom and push the button on the precious platitude angel in the back room and whoop whenever I want to and know that they will sit at their desks and smile and say, "That's just Sue whooping again. Maybe she'll come loiter around my doorway and tell me what's so funny."
Anyway, I will miss them.
Tomorrow is the last day. I'm bringing every one of them candy jars. I will sing and whoop. I hope I don't cry.
question: why is it so hard?
mompoet - just au revoir, okay?
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
If Co-op Radio and Wax Poetic have been of value to you as an artist, please let the CRTC know this. There are instructions on how to do so at the Coop Radio website or just go to this page and look for Vancouver Co-operative Radio. The deadline to submit your support is Jan. 23, 2008.
The CRTC is particularly interested in how our station helps the development of local talent (like you!). If you could tell them how Co-op Radio has been of benefit to your work as an artist, that would be very helpful to us. Thanks for your help and please feel free to contact me if you have any questions about this.
Vancouver Co-operative Radio
CFRO, 102.7 FM
110 - 360 Columbia St.
Vancouver, BC V6A 4J1
604-684-8494 ext. 226
question: what did you listen to on the radio today?
mompoet - ears full of ideas
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Our friends Robin, Ralph and Emma brought their new friend Petunia to our house the other night. Nelson says it was love at first sight.
We are sure of this because Nelson told us so. Up until now we have communicated with Nelson only by observing his actions, engaging in mental telepathy, and through occasional (albeit lengthy) letters with accompanying photographs. The night that Nelson met Petunia he uttered his first real sound, a faint and breathy squeal. This occurred when Emma showed us that Petunia has a squeaker in her tummy. "Oh, but Nelson does not!" we insisted. Upon Emma's urging, we tried, and discovered that Nelson has a voice. Of course, it is not a squeaker in his tummy. It is a song of love.
question: what sound do you make when your tummy is squeezed?
mompoet - not squeezing too hard
Here's a copy and pasted email:
CBC Vancouver has the unique opportunity to move Radio One from the AM dial to the FM dial in the Greater Vancouver area, therefore vastly improving the sound quality and coverage of our Radio One service!
Our application to the CRTC has been approved for public hearings and we have just three weeks to show enormous support from listeners in the Lower Mainland in order to convince the CRTC to give us the FM signal.
We have been trying to get Radio One moved to FM in Vancouver for ten years, and now a dial position has become available. This is a very rare and unique opportunity long overdue so we welcome your support!
Question: have you got the CBC?
mompoet - dedicated listener
Monday, January 07, 2008
t1199315246.mp3 02-Jan-2008 15:07 14M
question: could you get it?
mompoet - I hope so
question: none today
mompoet - moving forward, always glad to pause for beauty
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
All of these people I know already. We have discussed experiences, challenges and aspirations as poetry organizer people. It was good to be part of a 30 minute wrap-up of all of these things. Reflecting together with two skilled and gracious hosts (Diane was away) was a good way to mark the turning of the year.
If you live in Vancouver, and haven't listened to Wax Poetic, please do. It's on Wednesdays at 2pm year-round. 102.7 FM or listen on the web. There's a link on the blog.
question: do you like the radio?
mompoet - I like
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
This morning I can not talk. Wednesday was a whirlwind day, with unexpected twists and a good ending. When the sun is shining and it rains at the same time, we call it a "monkey's wedding." We put six coats of red paint on the basement walls. A memory just came to me today, while I was at Shopper's Drug Mart. Mike McGee has a video posted at Fame Cast. Andy and I went down to Golden Spike Days Saturday night with our friends, Michele and Brent.
It's been happening so quickly I have to use bullets and I'm probably not remembering all of it. I dreamed last night that I was a lifeguard at a city swimming pool. That's Shane Koyczan, Mike McGee and Anis Mojgani - three of my all time favourite poets. We are all shuffling our feet getting ready to jump out of work and into the holidays.
question: what did your year look like, one line per month?
mompoet - that line in the middle is from a haiku