Tuesday, August 24, 2010

T'is the Summer of Chaos

  • Delhi to Dublin mosh pit and broken sunglasses
  • banana airband roadtrips
  • Coffee demanding visitors from foreign countries
  • graduating art students heading off to meet the world
  •  bare toed bum-crack tickling
  • Ukrainian interpretation romance
  • Grasshopper beer and bracelet sucking babies
  • slippery shoes in bathroom stalls and a bruised elbow
  • over stuffed taxi cabs and steamy backseat pauses
  • outhouse photo ops with friends
  • Mennonite twin jam session
  • 12 leeches on my dog and an overused salt shaker
  • beer pong refereeing and swatting cats
  • dangerous dancing and terrific consequences
  • Physics camp and walking on water
  • 4x4 puddle jumping in theatre parking lots
  • Blue Moon beer
  • 7 hour tattoo session friendship
  • balance board compatability tests
  • sticky moustache bum faces
  • Mondragon southern fried tofu 
  • moose stew nightmares and lightning storm washouts
  • I hate you. I love you.
  • rainy Trout disappointment
  • 7am thankful pick up: Harriet the Savior
  • torrential rainfall puddle jumping shivering
  • broken locks and air conditioner escapes
  •  shirt swapping
  • pregnant belly painting
  • duct tape wrestling belly flop costumes
  • Sibley stomping and sea lion observations
  • Bobinski beer bashes and tofu hotdog moccasins
  • Hotdog Ninja Warrior artistry
  • outdoor shower stall inventions and torturous forms of tormenting 
  • tattoos for cancer research
  • wet art
  • the essence of Johnny Depp on the Bounty
  • Zombie Ramona
  • mural mayhem and scaffolding scandals
  • Sportsman Dinner curiosities
  • pickle juice and sock drawers
  • Silver Islet rock theft
  • pansy filled veggie garden of pathos
  • revived friendships
  • aerobic livingroom danceoffs
  • half cemented sidewalks
  • dump disappointment
  • invention organization
  • Cat Empire African dancing 
  • soccer frustrations
  • blueberry sweat and secret picking holes
  • carrot cake bliss
  • googly eyed real estate agents
  • Animal cracker paintings
  • sleep deprivation

I seized the summer. I'm ready to go back to work.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Tattoo'd Good This Time


 I just went through the process of seriously inflicting an excruciating amount of pain on myself on Friday, getting my third, (and perhaps last? Nah....probably not) tattoo done. I walked in the doors of Underground Ink at 3:30 and didn't leave until after 11pm that night. I wish there was another way to go through the process without having to feel what I did, but ultimately, after everything is said and done, it was worth it. It's kinda like childbirth. Actually, the pain is akin to childbirth, and everyone continues to blindly go through that process as well. Otherwise, awesome artists like Mike Magee wouldn't have been born to do the work that he did on my arm. When I had my second tattoo done, I went with my buddy Corey to a studio in Winnipeg. We were both getting tattoos done for our children. Corey had not had one before so he asked the artist what it feels like, and the artist's response was, "Like someone is drawing a picture on your body with a razor blade." I thought that was a horrible description, being such a visual person, and had images of a blood letting. But in talking with my sister about that afterwards she said that is exactly what she would want to hear so that she'd be prepared for the pain. I guess I am a bit "fuzzy bunny" and like to be oblivious to the pain until it actually happens. And it happened, for about 7 hours. Imagine going through a full days work with someone "drawing pictures on your body with a razor blade". Yeah, not fun. I think I was probably going in to shock after a while. haha

So why did I do it? Am I a sadist? Certainly not. I did not get any pleasure in the feeling of pain. But this is how I described it to Mike, and why he was an important catalyst in a cathartic healing process that I have been going through:

It starts here. I go to Trout Forest Therapy and get acupuncture done for a plethora of reasons; to help with some nerve damage and cartilage damage, to help with the elimination of allergens and detoxify my body, and to emotionally detoxify as well. It is a fantastically awesome feeling. But sometimes when Deanna puts the needle in, I yell out something blasphemous. She always rolls her eyes and says something like, "Thanks for scaring away all of my customers." I have a potty mouth. When I question why I am on fire, she says that my body is getting rid of negative energy. That my qi (my energy) is being "cleansed" and that burning feeling is the escape of negativity. So when Mike was carving up my arm, I tried to focus and think about all of the negativity that was escaping from my body. He wasn't inflicting pain ON me, he was actually helping to release residual pain FROM me and it was going to hurt. My qi had a lot of cleansing to do.

My tattoo design is based on my family, and is an abstract, stylized Woodland Art-ish drawing that I did of a tree.(When Mike started working on my arm, I said "prepare to crawl into the mind of a left handed doodler." and "I hope you like circles.") At the base of the tree is the roots, and I incorporated all of my family's hand outlines into the roots of the tree. They are my base; my foundation. Above their hands is a  symbolic representation of me. I am the raven's wing and I am the center of the tree. I am supported by the hands of my family and able to be the funny, trickster, carefree, person that I am. They have helped me to become who I am. From there, life flows from the tree in a plethora of circles (always evolving) and fresh, green leaves. The tree embraces a bear paw which sits in a dual sun/moon image. I too see myself as connected to the bear. The bear is my nemesis and has devoured many of my dreams but I also have a fond respect for the bear, and it's nurturing, caring, protective nature. I am a mama bear.  The sun and moon is for balance, and to show that differences (as different as day and night) need to be appreciated and respected regardless of how difficult it may be to see that perspective.

This concept did not come to me overnight. It is part of a continual journey that I have been participating in while learning more about myself and my family dynamics and changing my perspective and feeling comfortable with the idiosyncrasies of our family.  We all have family situations that trouble us, and my situation is no different. We have all felt pain, and I was ready to release mine and look at my family with new eyes and new appreciation and acceptance. Getting this tattoo is a perpetual reminder to appreciate what I have been given and what my family has done for me in a positive way. The negativity is gone. It's released.

I am proud of my family and who they have helped me to become.
 And just to give you an idea of my family, I went to visit my Great Auntie Mary before I got my tattoo done and she called me a "stupid ass" for getting one. That was her way of saying, "I love you and don't want you to get hurt." I smiled and thought, she's 95 and can say I love you however she wants to. :) I am a stupid ass. I am a happy, stupid ass with a big mother trucker of a tattoo on my arm that rocks.

Monday, August 2, 2010

BiblePad and other Conceptual Doodad Thingers


 When I was at the Folk Fest with Deanna, we sat in on a gospel session and the music set deep in our souls. It made us giddy and reminiscent, and Deanna whispered to me that when she was in church as a kid, she would open up a bible and point out specific words to make up a sentence for her friend to read. What an ingenious way of communicating and making full use of God's products. It was like text messaging well before text messaging was even considered. She ingeniously labeled the concept, "BiblePad" akin to today's iPad. Lucky she was at a Roman Catholic church and not a Ukrainian Catholic church like I went to. I didn't know what the heck was being said or what I was singing. I just knew I liked it. (On a side note, I remember having to memorize everything in Ukrainian for my first (and only) holy communion and confession.....yeah, I should probably hit that some time soon. I remember living in a foreign fog of rolling tongues and "sshhhh-yaa" pronunciations. We were given a booklet to prepare for our holy communion and on the front cover was a picture of God giving a young boy and girl communion. So, being the little imaginative artistic 9 year old that I was, I was pretty adamant that the Big Kahoona was going to be giving me a piece of bread at the end of the week. While everyone played outside the church waiting for their chance to confess their sins (what kind of sins does a 9 year old have anyway?) I sat in a pew in my little mini wedding dress and spongy oversized white shoes, ready to puke. My mom tried to get me to go outside. I politely said no thank you but inside I was screaming, "I AM ABOUT TO MEET GOD!!!! DOESN'T ANYONE THINK THIS IS A BIG DEAL? THIS IS 'THE SHIT'!" You can well imagine my disappointment when it was some old, crotchety Ukrainian priest that I didn't understand. That began my healthy journey of skepticism in the strange world of religion.)


But this blog is not about my skewed concept of religion....it's about undeveloped concepts and creations like Deanna's fantastic BiblePad. Occasionally I go through the process of sorting and resorting my studio to try to Feng Shui the impossible. In that process, I usually find scribbled words randomly placed on ripped corners of paper. They say things like "free send day" and "traceable plastic bags". The brain gets a bit tingly and I go off on a delightful mind tangent of concepts that will never come into fruition.

I was getting some acupuncture done not too long ago and there is something about connecting with my Qi that puts me on a different intellectual level than I usually have an opportunity to delve into. I am forced to meditate and the ideas flow. I lay there looking at the patterns in the blobs on the ceiling and let my mind travel. On one occasion, when the therapist came back into the room to remove the needles, I begged her to please write down these words....traceable plastic bags.  She humours me.At that time, I was thinking that it would make people a bit more accountable if they actually had their name and/or contact information placed on a plastic bag. If that bag ends up stuck in the trees at the waste disposal site, or along the side of the road, etc, the last name on the bag is the one accountable to that bag, and accountable to the fine that they would receive for their negligence and littering. When I proposed this idea to Deanna, she said that people will do what they can to not be accountable for those actions, so it would have to be the responsibility of the person who had the bag before them, to ensure that the next person's name gets put on that bag. Good thought. She too has a healthy dose of skepticism. Why are plastic bags still being made????? Who seriously does not have their fill of plastic bags? And I don't know about you, but I don't need anymore canvas bags either. I'm sure we all have a dozen of them. So let's stop making those as well, or at least put your name on it so that I can give it back to you when I find it at the dump. Maybe some kind of microchip tracking device stickers can be made that we just put on all of our possessions. And then when you give/sell that item, the next person to possess it puts their tracking sticker on top of it. (These stickers are wind/fire/rain resistant of course). If this item is lost in transit, it just needs to be scanned and voila....owner found.


So that brings me to my next thought.....a universal free shipping day. It's self explanatory, really. Post what you need on a site like "Freecycle" but like, on a big world level and someone else can send it to you. And I think it should be ANYTHING. If someone in India needs a car, and you happen to have an extra car, it will get shipped for FREE. If someone needs a bag of rice, send them a bag of rice. FREE. Free kittens, free french fries, free beach balls, free swimming pools. BUT people could not be exchanged in this process. And neither should underwear for that matter. There's that healthy skepticism again. I guess this concept would just makes people stop and take note of their excessiveness. What do you have that you really really don't need and that someone else could truly benefit from? Is it important that you make money when getting rid of that object or is it good enough to just know that the item is being put to good use? Kinda existential I guess...Oh, and I think movie stars should give up two things.

On a lighter note, the same concept could apply to socks. We need to all gather up that pile of stray socks sitting beside our dryer, meet on a big field with our strays and do something about this perpetual issue. Or perhaps we need to be more accepting of mismatched socks. It's really not that bad. Maybe we just need to have a Non-Judgment Sock Day.


A few weeks ago I made the mistake of keeping my windows down on my car during a torrential downpour. My friend Stan came over and said, "I have some really, really bad news for you," and then he commenced to telling me that I left my windows rolled down. Holy drama, Buddy! Stuff like that doesn't usually bother me, but the seats were truly soaked pretty bad. I had to sit on a garbage bag for a couple of days, and every time I slammed my door shut, I would get wet legs because there was water trapped in the door handle. And then it just started to get funky in there. I have a dog, and my dog likes to hang out in my car. I had just vacuumed and cleaned my car a week earlier, but that deep rain brought out a smell that is actually funkily unfathomable. It truly smelled like I had stuffed a carcass in the trunk. Invention time.....why the hell don't they make water sensitive windows. Why is it that the windows don't automatically roll up as soon as a specific amount of water hits the windows, regardless of whether the car is on or not. Are we not an advanced society? On that same note, why the hell can't these car companies simply make a coffee cup holder that actually holds a REAL thermal mug. And could it not have a heater in it as well, that automatically shuts off whenever the cup is not in the holder? Maybe that's already being done, but I've never seen it. I'm driving a 97 Chevy Lumina.


But when these types of thought come to mind, I think of how tolerant we are as a society. We put up with stinky cars and unmatched sock and plastic bags in trees. Or perhaps it comes down to incentive. I talk the talk but well, you know the rest....I don't follow through. If I had a bit more motivation, perhaps I'd get off my ass and organize a world swap day. Or make a shitload of sock puppets and sell them at festivals and donate the money to the church.  The world isn't that big anymore compliments of the internet. I could probably make this stuff happen. I should go and write that down somewhere and get back to it. Yeah, that's what I'll do.