World AIDS Day

Life is simply the chance to grow a soul
I've been thinking a lot about this lately. What would I do? I think I'd move to Paris. I'd wear floral prints & silk scarves. I would write a novel & learn to sculpt. I'd e-mail the person I miss & who's been on my mind all week. And I would tell him that I miss him. No expectations, just so he'd know he was missed. I'd make a list of things I want to say to people. Then I'd call each one & tell them. My voice wouldn't shake or hesitate, I'd just tell the truth.
That's it you know, the truth, that's what we're all really afraid of. It's definitely what keeps me awake at night. Afraid to speak it, afraid to face it, afraid to live it. What if we were disappointed? Or worse, what if we disappointed others? What if they laughed? What if they thought our pain or our profound truth was funny? What would happen if we leaped, into the unknown, & fell flat on our face?
Truthfully, we'd probably get up & start over. We'd survive, a little battered & maybe a little wiser. But honestly, it most likely wouldn't be the end of the world. And the thought that it could possibly mean the end of all things, is just slightly conceded.
So , why then don't we do the things we want to do? Why are we chained down by fear?
Why am I not in a cafe in Paris writing the next great novel?
It's the leap, not the fall that's really scaring. But the fool must leap. Or except a half hearted life.
"The Stones Tell The Story"...I think that will be the title of my first novel.
Cactus! That's what I dream about this time of the year. -33 degrees Celsius, 2 feet of snow during the night & I dream of cactus. Not Christmas trees or mistletoe, succulents.
Christmas is a great time of the year. I love the decorations, the gift wrapping, hunting all day for that perfect something. I really do love it. At least I used. I'm trying to get the old feelings back, I'm trying hard. But too often now I get preoccupied. Now, the end of the year is a struggle for me. I get overcome with memories & emotions that I successfully keep in check the rest of the year. My dreams become chaotic, when I sleep at all. I find the ends of my mouth heavy & I look at my feet a lot. This is the time of the year when I lost the thing I didn't really know I had. My friend. My only true ally.
My father was not in any way a perfect specimen on which to judge mankind. He was eternally flawed, no one would argue. He complained too much & drank too often. He also invented porcupine kisses & read encyclopedias as if they were novels.
Its been 5 years now without him. And I can still smell him. A mixture of his cologne & apple chewing tobacco. Not exactly Chanel, but when it hits me I am suddenly comforted, no matter where I am or what I'm doing. Odd, I know.
Was this look ever hot? Really??? You're shitting me. Because I'm torn. Part of me is thoroughly amused, in that, I must look away but it's so damn funny, kinda way & another part of me feels like my skin is going to crawl off my skeleton & hide, somewhere far away from this.
What if I told you this picture is like a week old & this guy thinks he's the shit?
Excuse me I have to go find my skin.
You know sometimes I think about getting older & I get a little blue. It actually makes me sad to think that I will never be a teenager again. That those wonder days are lost to me forever. And then I see a photo like this & I think "Thank Fucking God I am not a teenager any more!" 30! Bring it! Because teenagers are idiots! And you just know that somewhere there's a father saying, "Now dear, calm down, I know their a little late but its not like their passed out on the side of the road somewhere covered in their own piss & vomit. I'm sure everything is fine."
www.postsecret.com Awesome idea, I wish I had thought of it. Some of these post cards are funny, others are heartbreaking. But they are all so truthful.
If art is suppose to reveal the human condition, then this site is the Louvre.
We want to laugh more & love often. We want to save money & go shopping. We want to say what we mean & not offend. We want to be honest & stay mysterious. We want to be good but
occasionally be naughty.
We want to live a peaceful life and learn to fight with a sword.
We want to be independent & sometimes let you save us. We want to be Gloria Steinem & Honey Ryder.
We want you to understand us but never be predictable. We want to believe in fairy tales while living in the real world.
We don't want much, just everything.
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
-Umberto Eco
I've got another one >ahref>http://www.wondercafe.ca/ Its a new site started by the United Church. They're hoping to lure new followers, apparently their numbers have been dwindling. They have a whole new 3 year ad campaign as well, which by the way includes a squirrel. That's really all I have to say about it, they have a squirrel.
I love these people. I'm not a member of the church, I'm not even religious in that weekly sort of way. But I watched the EZ Squirrel video & saw these campaigns & laughed so hard it hurt. Actually, I think I peed a little, just between you & me. A bobble head Christ!!! I don't care who you are, that's funny! And I want one. More than just funny, they've got people talking. 2 days ago I could say with relative certainty that I had had about...Oh, I don't know, ZERO conversations about the United Church in my life time. I've had 2, just today.
How much fun does sex have to be before its a sin? That's genius. I want to shake the hand of the person who came up with this campaign. I hope they got paid well. I mean a church actually using laughter instead of fear to convert the masses is revolutionary (I cannot believe I just used that word to describe a church). But it flies in the face of all things pious. I mean aren't we suppose to be solemn & timid. Walk around with our heads bowed looking at our footwear.
And God forbid if we should ever dare to ask a question (logic has nothing to do with religion). Because this campaign is not only funny, its debatable. They are actually encouraging people to talk about the issues.
You have no idea how many days I spend in the corner of my Roman Catholic classroom because I asked an "inappropriate" question. Until I finally realized, about half way through the school year, that all questions were "inappropriate" to Sister Madeline. And to be a "good" catholic meant to sit quietly & on occasion, nod & smile. Needless to say Sister Mad & I did not get along so well & the corner is not really such a bad place when you consider the mindless alternative.
It's also very smart from a marketing stand point. I think we all had it figured out by the time we were 7 that if we made mom laugh before we asked for the thing we knew she didn't want to give us we had a better chance of getting it.
People are just more open to change & to new ideas when their happy. It's not rocket science.
I know that no everyone is going to find these ads funny. The Bible thumpers will be out in full force, throwing around words like blasphemy & heretical, because heaven forbid anyone should (intentionally) laugh at religion.
I don't care want anyone thinks, I love it, the whole concept. I mean really, when a Jehovah's Witnesses knocks on your door at some God forsaken time in the morning you pretend your not home, admit it, you hide. But if he started telling a knock knock joke on your front porch, you'd open that door, just to hear the punchline. I know you would. I would.