I’ve been surfing for a while now. The shore no longer in sight. I brave wave after wave. Ok, a little dramatic. But I am waiting for the universe to let me come up for air. Better yet, float along … Continue reading
15 years since I lived in an apartment. And here I am. There is an odd community that develops when you arise to your neighbor’s alarm; the laundry door jams across the hall, in the awareness of comings and goings. … Continue reading
Apparently I’m dying. The rumor mill of mother’s (not mine this time) got to work and like a children’s game of telephone (Chinese whispers) my kidney cancer and drastic diet change morphed. By the time my ex-mother-in-law called her son … Continue reading
I was pondering my post on chocolate and the movie Like Water For Chocolate popped into my head. How she cooked her emotions right into the food she made. Then anyone who ate it felt what she felt.
During college I went to see the movie with a new lover. We started the movie nestled up against one another. But the end we were leaning on the opposite arm rests away from one another. We broke up that day after (really technically watching the movie). I think we both realized we did not have that kind of passion for one another and weren’t likely to develop it.
So it made me wonder, does Alan “Patric” McClure actually stir seduction into his chocolate? Because eating Patric is indeed a magical sensory experience. Or as Chocosphere describes- a revelation.
On another note I have shopping to do- books to order, shoes to buy. NO, I have plenty of chocolate on hand. Though, I’m afraid I cheated with the handy man, Joe. He came by the office and I couldn’t say no. I love blue collar men especially when they are also a little crunchy and earth conscious. Beside he plays the guitar. I mean come on.
Anyway, I don’t want to spend more money. I have done enough damage lately and the medical bills are beginning to trickle in again. I am still paying rent and a mortgage and bills for two homes. But I have a black jumpsuit these shoes would be spectacular with. Thankfully they are out of my size. I’ve been saved!
Oh, Man……..these ones are still available in my size. Someone needs to talk me out of them. Remind me that high heels and I don’t mix well. That I will suffer greatly.
My other problem is when artists I adore and follow create art, books, clothing, jewelry, music …….. it must come home with me, join my collection. So Tyler Knott Gregerson your book and Shannon Ables extraordinary guide to The Simply Luxurious Life, will both be mine! Okay, will soon be mine, once they actually ship.
P.S. if you want to learn more about Shannon check out her Tuesday Talent interview.
I suppose that would be more then enough damage to do. Especially since once I am in my new apartment I have to actually buy some new furniture. I have managed to get paired down to one room- a bed, desk, bookshelves and a chair. I suspect my one bedroom apartment may need a few more pieces. Especially if anyone ever comes over to visit. It is one thing if I eat in bed but……
I have some deep thinking to do this weekend. My Punk Rock Pornstar Activist friend tasked me with the following:
“here. amuse your mind with this when you need a mental break from reality:first answer this ethics question: if humanity and the planet are on a collision course with extinction, as most of us realize… which is the lesser or two evils: to allow both to die or to artificially reduce the planets population back to say 1 billion. if you chose the second choice, how would you engineer that keeping in mind all the problematic logistics as well as incredible opportunities this would offer you in creating a future society of your choosing”
It’s time for the weekend. Hope you all have a fabulous one. Especially those crazy souls braving Burning Man! Old Man, I’m talking to you. Hope you enjoy the Burn. You too MS, but you’d better bring your little brother home in one piece or there will be hell to pay with the woman in your life.
Oh, and DT² stop fretting. I assure you Paris is still at the top of my travel to-do along with Nashville. And we will have the girls week in Palm Springs. Feel free to join me to Singapore and Oz as well. You know you’re welcome.
Till next week.
So for this week’s reading list I am simply going to link you to few websites that have made me laugh lately. Some till I nearly peeped my pants. There is nothing I find sexier than a sharp razor wit. Honestly, it is a turn on. So feast yourselves my friends. They won’t disappoint. Oh, and let me know if I need to add someone. Recommendations welcomed.
I just discovered these two– their harmonies are to die for. Most of you know my theory about the perfect match and harmonizing. And my love for Country music – well let’s just say “it is a love without end. Amen.”
Needing out of the office after a particularly tough morning, I decided a walk to the bakery for lunch was in order. I had written a second draft of my VHL blog post and had been making the morning rounds to schedule doctors’ appointments in between opening new accounts, distributing estates and check distribution requests for clients.
I tried slowing my pace and thoughts; breathing deeply allowing the breeze to gently stroke my face. My mind drifted towards the fact that I had no energy to give to my art, to writing. The state of my medical affairs or what has become affectionately in my sense of humor referred to as Side effects of Dying has taken center stage. I’d rather be reviewing a friend’s blog post, drawing artwork for two other friends’ books in progress and writing a short story for another online challenge due today.
I order one of my usuals and wait. A long lanky man stood in front of me wearing a Green t-shirt “Stay Calm and Chive on” with faded jeans and cowboy boots. Other than slightly longer brown hair fanning from his faded ball-cap he reminded me of a long-ago love.
Encircling his elbow were the words Ars Longa, vita brevis tattooed. I knew it meant life was short. Seriously do I ever know that fact these days. But what was long? I pondered cramping my already achy head for Latin knowledge. So I simply asked.
ART is long, life is short. Another message to my pondering answered. Life is short, Art eternal and it takes a long time to hone ones skill. Our accomplishments are limited by our lifespan but it doesn’t have to be so. Hop to it sister! I thought
Once I got back to the office and looked up the phrase. I realized that for me there was a deeper message. These words written by Hippocrates, The Father of Medicine, were the opening of his medical text. So let’s look at it in the context of my fight with disease. Art meant “technique, craft (as in the art of war). This was followed by “The physician must not only be prepared to do what is right himself, but also to make the patient, the attendants and the externals cooperate.” Meaning that it takes a long time to acquire and perfect one’s expertise and we only have a short time in which to do it. Now apply that further to rare disease.
So as I fight the battle to get to the right specialists and have the right treatments done and fight the cancer returning I know it’s time to go to war against what ails me.
Life is short, and art long, opportunity fleeting; experiment dangerous, and decision difficult.” (Ars longa, vita brevis, occasio praeceps; experimentum periculosum, iudicium difficile) Boy is that ever true when it comes to the Art of medicine and healing.
Here’s to having a full and artful life where opportunities are seized, experiments fruitful and decisions made confidently. To loving endlessly and savoring each moment as if it where the last.
The Fault In Our Star ~ Troye Sivan
I have been MIA this week and will continue to be so the next couple weeks. (Hooray!) My Co-worker quit (boo hoo) though we are determined to become ladies that lunch. I have been given a 6 month window before … Continue reading
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