My Cat Family
3/30/2007
L2R: Pan, Molay, Captain Jack.
(thx Jennifer 4 the touchup)
(thx Jennifer 4 the touchup)
posted by novachild @ Friday, March 30, 2007,
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One More...
3/29/2007
posted by novachild @ Thursday, March 29, 2007,
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Warning!
For Fun... I will write about vacation later (with pics)
posted by novachild @ Thursday, March 29, 2007,
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My Week So Far
3/07/2007
I'm having a fun week; On Sunday I did a random spontaneous thing and took J to a casino. Blew about 30 bucks and had a crappy breakfast. Fun :) Then we drove to Philbrook Museum; they have a couple of strange, interesting exhibits, but overall it was relatively unspectacular as Philbrook tends to be. I wish Tulsa had a real museum, something along the lines of the St. Louis museum. But I suppose Tulsa isn't exactly an artistic nexus.
Later on we went to the park and kept our eyes open for the lunar eclipse. We were lucky enough to catch a small glimpse of it waning, and hopefully in August we can get a better lock at the next one.
Tuesday I read poetry at Gypsy open mic. I was generally well-received, and I met an incredible lady who does the whole african-american spoken word thing with great joy and intensity. She was a big, beautiful poetess, a rare bird in the flock of Tulsa's mostly silent creative community. I bought one of her books and went home.
It was J's first time reading poetry in front of strangers, and I believe she did rather well. What bugs me is how loud and disrespectful a lot of the patrons tend to be. It's hard enough to get in front of everyone and read poetry for the first time, even harder when 1/3 of the crowd would rather carry on their heightened conversations on top of your recital. I don't understand why people are so disrespectful, self-absorbed and careless. Sometimes I loathe humanity. We should treat our artists with more respect than that. Fuck you people.
Tonight I was invited to play hand drums at a hafla (bellydance gathering/party). My hands are sore as hell from drumming for over 3 hours nonstop. It was a beautiful, transcendental experience. I love playing my drum and watching people dance and be sexy and beautiful.
Tomorrow is a housecleaning night. I need to tidy up a bit, buy groceries, and make the spare bed for a friend who needs a place to stay for an evening. Looking forward to Friday; I'm going to see the new David Lynch film with J, and Saturday night I plan to do some drinking with my friend M; we were best friends back in High School and only recently reconnected.
Sunday I have a house concert, which should be a breeze, and I am clueless about next week.
Just living day to day for awhile, seeing where my heart and interests take me. I look back on how I've been spending my time, and it surprises me how much I've been going out, getting involved in creative things, celebrating the spirit of dance and music and poetry. I'm in a particular creative slump at the moment, but sometimes one has to step back and absorb rather than spend all their time composing and formulating.
I wonder what's around the corner :)
posted by novachild @ Wednesday, March 07, 2007,
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Pics of San Antonio Trip
3/05/2007
Nothing special, just a few pics of my trip to San Antonio.
The grocery store across the street from our hotel. "Maggot's" fine groceries. LOL
Me and the Alamo. It closed too early for me to actually visit the inside of the building.
I don't exactly look sexy in my work clothes, esp. next to my beautiful new friend from Brazilia. We had lunch twice and I took her to dinner Thurs. night. She has more pics and hopefully she'll share them soon!
Me and the Alamo. It closed too early for me to actually visit the inside of the building.
I don't exactly look sexy in my work clothes, esp. next to my beautiful new friend from Brazilia. We had lunch twice and I took her to dinner Thurs. night. She has more pics and hopefully she'll share them soon!
posted by novachild @ Monday, March 05, 2007,
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Take Care Of My Fish?
3/02/2007
As I write this, I'm barely awake in a strange gap between waking and sleeping, lest I forget the all-too-brief dream I had last night. Once again, I dream vividly in a hotel room far away from home.
In the dream, I bought a fish. It didn't exactly talk, but it sent out a general telepathic field to me. It was difficult for me to take care of it, so I snuck it over to B & T's house to see if they would raise it. They said yes, reluctantly, and put it in a sink full of saltwater.
When I returned to my car (which was a very strange 3-wheeler with a flatbed truck on the back, the fish had hidden itself under a sheet in the back of the vehicle. It had grown to a much larger size and was panting for air. "Hurry and get me home" it said, but I didn't have a large enough tank to put him in. So as i was running home, I stopped at a pet store and asked if they had a tank large enough. "We have human-size meditation tanks," they said. "Maybe that will be large enough." So I browsed the tanks. One had a diffuser on the bottom. As I was getting ready to decide, I woke up.
So... I have bought/bought into something. It keeps growing, perhaps beyond my ability to nurture it, and it will not allow itself to be passed onto others. In popular 'lore,' water represents 'spirit' and fish represents fortune/good luck. It was a type of Koi, so if I were to go this direction, VERY good luck. But something tells me that my subconscious mind is not attaching itself to popular notions. It rarely does.
Fish also tends to represent "that which is formed yet remains unconscious." The fish sneaking itself out of water and onto the back of my car could mean that whatever the fish represents is pulling itself from the waters of the unconscious and into the conscious.
"A fish is a common symbol of fertility, which in psychological terms means (a promise of) personal growth.
"If the fish is in the sea, the sea may symbolize the unconscious, the fish unconscious urges (over-eating, etc.)
"According to Jung, fish, being cold blooded and primitive creatures, may symbolize a deep level of unconsciousness.
"'Fishes and snakes are favourite symbols for describing psychic happenings or experiences that suddenly dart out of the unconscious and have a frightening or redeeming effect' (Jung).
"They may also, says Jung, represent libido or greed.
"A fish is a symbol of Christ and may therefore function psychologically as a symbol of your true self."
posted by novachild @ Friday, March 02, 2007,
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San Antonio - Day 3
3/01/2007
Looking down a 3rd Story window toward Commerce Street, smoking what could possibly be my last pack of cigarettes. Across the tracks. A mile from the Alamo.
Sleep is confessional; Three shades of self in dream, A love foul with lies - A hope I have released, a sad mystery that haunts my soul; I would rather not know. Bliss. Damn the cruel world for polluting my thoughts with memes.
Time for shower. Last day in this heartless empire, then back home to my hollow nest alone and all too comfortable. I miss you - you know who you are - It is somewhat cruel because I would escape the black hole of Oklahoma, yet it keeps sending me reasons to stay. Perhaps this will be a reason to leave.
In the meantime, let me enjoy my bittersweet fruit. I will be back on Friday. I will return with sore legs and tension, because I have walked and walked and decreased my smoking. Far too many people here ... eating and walking and farting and drinking and laughing, loud Texans scraping the eardrums with ridiculous grunts of simple joy. Perhaps I would appreciate it if I could see things another way. Black/White. Here/There. Left/Right. Up/Down. God/Devil. Drives me fucking insane; I want to shake these assholes and slap them and somehow pull open the veil on their consciousnesses. Poetry is the fizzing of a wick to them, and chirping bird that will leave and they will forget the message it has delivered from hard, black beaks and beady eyes and sharp talons clutching their shoulders and making them bleed for just a moment. They all forget. And shit. And have another beer.
Time for breakfast. Life is good. I have a date tonight with a beautiful woman from Brazilia. Tomorrow I return to my hollow nest quite early in the morning. I miss my kick-ass cats. My beautiful people. Friends and lovers and food in the fridge. I can't wait to return to you.
posted by novachild @ Thursday, March 01, 2007,
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