Tuesday, August 02, 2005

My Baby would you be my summer rain?

it's raining again - and finally getting cooler. Sometimes the rain feels like a release. It washes clean and leaves you feeling as though you've breathed out - a nice long breath out. the grass is getting green instead of the old tired dusty yellow... and it's breathable outside, cool and breathable.
I know this is weather talk of a sort, but not merely that - this is also how I feel - as though I am breathing out - relaxing after a few weeks of tension... smiling after a bit of a drought...happy. tentatively so - I know that tomorrow will be sweltering hot once more and I'll be itchy to leave the city. but right now I am happy exactly where I am and smiling that happy grin you get after you've met a kindred spirit: one who is not afraid to walk down Front street with you singing loudly:).
Here's to Rain's Release and Happy Days.
tulip

Friday, July 29, 2005

Hey now Ho Now, Fooba Wooba Jon

Heard a cow say meow
Fooba wooba, fooba Wooba
Heard a cow say meow?
Fooba Wooba Jon,
Heard a cow say meow
then I heard it say bow-wow!
Hey Jon! ho Jon! Fooba Wooba Jon!

real words to a song! ask me sometime - I'll sing it for you.... and this is not even a strange verse.
hmmm
tulip

Summer Rain

hallo
so today the squirrels in Queen's Park were doing some weird sort of ritual rain-dance. I passed at least 3 of them doing it - they each had a stick (usually a thick one, about the length of their body - maybe a bit longer) and would hold the stick in the front paws - run a few steps and then lie down on their backs with the stick between all four legs and wriggle a bit...... I kid you not - I saw it...... with my own eyes........
did I ever tell you about the squirrels in Queen's Park? In first year Bio we figured out that they are probably so awfully inbred and isolated that they are all crazy or have formed some sub species of squirrel. Queen's park is encircled by a road-way and although some squirrels make it across it is hypothesized that the gene transfer must be pretty low. further evidence for this can be found in the fact that the squirrels do appear to suffer from various ailments as would suggest some level of inbreeding (or too much Toronto air) - they are unkempt, unhealthy and very aggressive (the reason I don't cross Queen's Park alone at night). When I first came here I was terrified. My fears were confirmed when I saw a squirrel attack a lady... - it was in Vic (across the street from the Park - apparently, neighbouring populations also show signs of madness) right infront of my residence - a lady was eating some cheese cake, she was sitting on a bench. the fiend came up, all innocent, begging for food, soon he'd jumped onto the back of the bench, then he'd crawled down her front and into her lap (by this point, myself and the others watching were too stunned to provide any help - had it been me on that chair I would have been FREAKING OUT) - the lady just stood up and shook the culprit away. then she offered it a piece of cake on her fork - the squirrel grabbed the cake - and the fork and ran away..... from that day forth I've stayed far away from T.O squirrels.

"Summer rain, whispers me to sleep and wakes me up again" Carl Thomas - Summer Rain

(heart) tulip

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Big Moon

Won't you stay?

I just saw a cool car liscence plate - it said 2th Fary. I didn't get it until I said it out loud. Another good one I saw is I FRGT - And I heard the guy telling a joke to a cop about being asked for the liscence # - to which he replies "I forget".

There are so many things to talk about - like my wonderful weekend - I watched Fight Club (THE BEST MOVIE ever!) for the first time.. and I got to go to outside T.O and swim in C's pool and listen to the sound of no traffic. And other stuff.. only - right now - all I want to do is go back outside under the big, bright moon - it's a glowy kind of yellow - and huge - hanging in the sky somewhere next to the CN Tower.

ttyl
tulip

Thursday, July 14, 2005

underoverunderoverunderover.. Jazz is city music

hallo
so far for the day I've had 2 suggestions on blogs - so I think I'll get both at once ...and while on the subject {of getting 2 birds with one stone} I'll share with you a line I wrote in an email to a friend [I hope you don't mind, friend]
"that way you could get 2 birds at one time (who said you had to kill 2 birds - I think it far better to feed them and let them sing at the same time - maybe harmonize).. "

so anyways
1. Jazz is for the city. K and I were listening to Jazz today and we started to talk about the different kinds of music that go with different places. I fully believe - especially since I've moved to the city - that Jazz is City music - I feel it so much more here. K said -it's condo music.. and it is - it's sophisticated, artsy, grownup type... although that's not where it began. It's now considered (to us anyways) middle to upper class type of tunes - whereas it started out on the streets and bars - in the lowest parts of cities.. isn't it funny how things change?
So then we went through different places - like country is country music (at which point I became horrified that there would ever be a place where one *must* listen to country music)... so K explained - if you live on a farm -you know the radio on in the kitchen playing the country tunes... - but she agreed that cottage country could be classical. And coast (especially east coast) would be blue grass.. ummm folk music.
The north is Rock/ metal. And city-university res living would be alternative type stuff. and pop and R n B fits in somewhere in all this. I think prairie is Country too (lol, I guess I'm never going to the prairies then)....
what music do you associate with different places? any thoughts?

2. I hate epics - no, that's not quite right - we just watched Ben Hur and it was really good - it's not epics I dislike- it's I don't know -unnecessary drama I think... it's a fine line - for instance - I was disappointed with Titanic - it was a great movie in many ways - but I felt that they had Leonardo die in the end just to make it suitably tragic - I mean - couldn't they just alternate on the darn door?! And American Beauty: Two hours of my life I will never get back! (sorry to those of you I'm offending - K and I went through this but I think she's forgiven me - she owns them both) - although I must say, I'm kinda glad I watched it for now it has become a standard - when someone recommends a movie to me I say - "what did you think of American Beauty?". I had a lesson with that when I watched "Dancer in the Dark" with a girl in res... she was in raptures that it had been rented and proclaimed that it was her 2nd favourite movie in the whole world... I watched the movie with her (there really is brilliance to it - but don't see it if you have a weak stomach and definitely don't see it alone - it's awful!.. Brilliant - but awful - Bjork is the main singer - nuff said)quoting a review (culturevulture.net) "When it's over, it's a safe bet that no one will walk out of the theater feeling good. But more importantly...no one will walk out feeling nothing at all."
and only after watching the entire thing did I think to ask if she'd seen American Beauty - she says (swoons)..(ok that's kinda harsh, anyways) - "That's my *favourite* movie ever."
.....
nuff said
I don't know - I just left thinking - do these people have such boring lives that they must make themselves feel terrible by watching this stuff? isn't life terrible enough sometimes?
but maybe I was missing the point.
now don't get me wrong - I like a to cry at movies (I told you - I cried at I Love Lucy the other day)- but I don't like to walk away feeling like poking my eye out. know what I mean?
so that was my little vent. recently I went to the library and asked the librarian to recommend happy books (I'm reading "Can you Keep a secret"'it's by Sophie Kinsella - the author of Confessions of a Shopaholic (I just started reading the review but then stopped for Can You Keep a Secret- I think reviews [ and book backs] spoil books), and I'm having a great time of it. although I don't know if I can say it's "good" persay - why does good always seem to mean sad....

so, that was a mighty long blog - thanks for staying till the end. I'm off to make some salmon and read somemore.
(heart)tulip