March 6, 2012 – Tangled Daydreams
06 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in art, Dreams, Linguistics, Photos, Plants, Weather Tags: art, birds, drawing, flowers, photos, plants, spring, trees, weather
Guess I was bored in class today.
March 6, 2012 | I want it to be spring.
March 6, 2012 | Tangled Daydreams
Actually more like stressed out to distraction, and imagining things.
My sternum has been very tight of late.
Feb 19, 2012 – Womanism is Confusing and Traumatic
19 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in Being a Woman, Dreams, headache & migraine Tags: advil, birth control, dreams, fatigue, headache, migraine, pms, womanism
Womanism is confusing and traumatic.
In this quest to decrease the incidence of migraine, I am now off hormonal birth control.
Ovulation was weird.
Retaining water is weird.
Now I am super hungry and unable to stick to my diet.
Woke up with a vague fuzzy head/neck ache today.
Dreamt like crazy: at a random stuff exchange, I traded for a personal rain machine, which was voted the most useless invention of the year but one I thought was pretty awesome. When was the last time you really enjoyed a good drenching cold rain? I never do, but in this dream I did. I really did. I destroyed other people’s electronics, flooded every room I was in, and had a grand old time.
Couldn’t get out of bed till 11am.
It didn’t go away and just got worse.
Finally decided to cut it with 2XS Advil in the afternoon.
This time it worked. Thank goodness.
My limbs feel so heavy like they’re about to fall off.
And the whole super emotionally sensitive crying at stuff thing is starting.
Like this:
Do What You Love, Love What You Do.
05 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
in Achieving WIN, art, Dreams, Peculiarly Awesome, Tech The Crazy Tags: apple, art, death, jobs, life, love, raw canvas, steve, Vancouver, yaletown
Steves in general are extraordinary. Steve Jobs was no exception. Why be ordinary? Change the world. Rest in peace.
Of course, the video of Steve Job’s speech at a Stanford commencement in 2005 was everywhere today, and as I had forgotten what he said, I watched it again just now. It hit me. Apparently it had also hit me when I had first watched it some time ago, because I can see how it has changed me since then:
I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. And don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don’t settle.
This past week, a good friend and I visited Raw Canvas in Yaletown to chat and paint. Twice. On Monday September 26th, and a week later, Monday October 3rd. Not knowing why, I felt like I needed to paint “Do What You Love, Love What You Do.”
Do What You Love, Love What You Do.
I still don’t know why.
But I know that these words and this painting resonated in my heart before, during, and after its painting.
Rest in peace, Steve. You’ve changed the world in this life, and you’ve changed me.
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On a sillier note, today, I really identify with Sirius Cybernetics Corporation’s Happy Vertical People Transporters with Defocused Temporal Perception… ie. the ability to see dimly (very dimly) into the future. When people around me get close to dying, I get very tired and heavy. I have to sleep. I hit the bed mid-day, have to sleep for a long time, and usually receive sad news soon after I wake up. Maybe it’s because I happen to take mid-day naps more than the average person, but really, it’s starting to get to be a trend. I know, correlation, not causation. But it’s happened about 4 times this year already.
Like this:
Premonitions in Dreams…that come true! :)
22 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Dreams, Peculiarly Awesome Tags: canucks, dreams, hockey
So it’s really silly, but it’s kind of fun when you dream something and then wake up and it comes true.
Today I fell asleep before the Canucks game, and right before I woke up, dreamt that they were up 4-0 at the end of the first. Then I woke up, and as I turned on the TV, air horns went crazy and I could hear people cheering in my neighbourhood.
I switched the TV to the game though it wasn’t the end of the 1st (It was already into the 2nd period), WOOHOO! The Canucks had just scored to make it 1-0. Kesler at 9:16 of the 2nd period!
Then they scored another goal almost right away! Salo at 10:55 of the 2nd period. 2-0. WOOHOO!
THEN THEY SCORED ANOTHER GOAL ALMOST RIGHT AWAY! SALO at 11:11 of the 2nd! 3-0! WOOHOO!
Then in the 3rd period THEY SCORE AGAIN! BURROWS at 5:43 of the 3rd!
YES. That made it 4-0 Canucks. Oh. My.
The Sharks then went on to score 2 goals, but HUZZAH the Canucks are now up 3-1 in the series! One more win and we’re on our way to the Stanley Cup.
Yay dreams.
Of Flux and Dreams
08 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Being a Woman, Dreams, House and Home, Love and Marriage, Peculiarly Awesome
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams” – Dr. Seuss
Usually the best dreams come when my hormones are in a state of flux. Of course, sometimes this fluctuating hormone situation manifests itself as 1.) female hysteria, or 2.) really slow fuzzy minded incapacity to make even the smallest rational decisions or put together a decent sentence, both of which could be attributed, in most ways, to #1.
Well, hell. Bring on the flux.
I seem to intermittently blog about this every so often (yes, redundant wording, I know), but when one wakes up from something fucking amazing one can barely help typing it all out to get it all out and rejoice and bask in the sensory overload before it disappears forever. Dreams: Fucking Awesome Nonsense Extreme Realities. So yes, the dreams part of it is fucking amazing. Things happen in vivid technicolour, a singular old couch becomes the meeting place for every and all for an impromptu picnic, love happens, book characters manage to work themselves into the flux (yes, I do believe Arthur Dent and Fenchurch may have been there, flying through the night), the Canucks are amazing people and players, people come and go and are met with great fun, style, and curiosity, great pains are taken with small measurements, chicken breasts get cooked with a clothes iron (do try the steam shot function!), and all sort of ridiculous marvelous otherwise than perfectly usual nonsense.
Then I wake up.
Sometimes it’s a real letdown.
But today, I woke up to a plate of pancakes on the bed and James Blunt blaring on the living room stereo and a funny husband who made both happen, who then laughed and danced and loved with me.
So sometimes life happens in Technicolour too.
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