The Musings Out Loud of the Child Within
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Mar
19

2013-03-17

Love, love, LOVE Tatsuya Ishida! Sinfest – Best comic EVER written

Jan
17

What the TRUCK!

Today’s fight to the death was who would ghusso more- the winner was the truck carrying the wheat sacks – one of which split when it caught on the other truck and as u can see, mounds of wheat falling on the floor

Jan
15

Matchbox Art at T2F!

Aren’t these gorgeous!

Jan
04

I want to share with you this brilliant spoken word piece by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, shared with me by a dear, dear friend. It touches your heart and speaks the truth about so many different stages of life. It’s about keeping an open heart, no matter how many doors close… it’ll even make you cry. So very beautiful. And funny.

Let it stream first, and watch it in one stretch.

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When Love Arrives | Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

(Italics is Sarah Kay, Underlined is Phil Kaye, and Bold is both together)

 

I knew exactly what love looked like- in seventh grade. Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatle songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it. If only I could find him.

But when love finally showed up, she had a bow cut. He wore the same clothes every day for a week. Love hated the bus. Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles. Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teetch got in the way. Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house. Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. Love waited by the phone because she knew that if her father picked up it would be: “Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.”

And love grew, stretched like a trampoline. Love changed. Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed. Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me. Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going, but my plans didn’t matter. Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him. Love smelt different now, had darker eyes, a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize. New birthmarks, a softer voice. Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books. Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn’t like to listen to. So did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly, we found jokes that make us laugh. And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack. Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator. Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. Love is messier now, not as simple. Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents. Love chews too loud. Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste. Love uses smiley faces in her text messages. And turns out, love shits!

But love also cries. And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. You are beautiful. When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.” When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.” When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.” Love still thinks- you are beautiful. But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this.

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict. Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep, and you are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone, maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”

Dec
21

My father-in-law was an absolutely amazing person – full of life, love and laughter. Whenever a groovy beat came on, he could never resist dancing and singing along – his eyes would light up, his laugh was contagious and Sundays turned into warm, wonderful moments forever etched in my memory.

My dedication to his memory - “Rock And Roll Never Forgets” (linked to the song online)

So you’re a little bit older and a lot less bolder
Than you used to be
So you used to shake ‘em down
But now you stop and think about your dignity
So now sweet sixteens turned thirty-one
You get to feelin’ weary when the work days done
Well all you got to do is get up and into your kicks
If you’re in a fix
Come back baby
Rock and roll never forgets
You better get yourself a partner
Go down to the concert or the local bar
Check the local newspapers
Chances are you won’t have to go too far
Yeah the rafters will be ringing cause the beat’s so strong
The crowd will be swaying and singing along
And all you got to do is get in into the mix
If you need a fix
Come back baby
Rock and roll never forgets
Oh the bands still playing it loud and lean
Listen to the guitar player making it scream
All you got to do is just make that scene tonight
Heh tonight

Well now sweet sixteens turned thirty-one
Feel a little tired feeling under the gun
Well all Chuck’s children are out there playing his licks
Get into your kicks
Come back baby
Rock ‘n Roll never forgets
Said you can come back baby
Rock ‘n Roll never forgets

Oct
10

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Oct
10

… where it comes from, and how much comes, is already pre-decided. You can try and manipulate the path, but you really don’t have any command over it.’

A question that has plagued me of late is – what’s the point? Why do we exist? Is there a purpose? Why do we follow the same routine every day? We get up, we go to work, we come back, eat and sleep. Then we get up and do it again. What is the purpose of this endless drudgery?

Today, I got an interesting answer – ‘You work because it is a personal choice. God does not require this of you’.

I objected that it was a finance driven need.

‘Yes, but you created that need.’

I was confused at that answer.

‘You created that need. You make your possessions a need. Live in a smaller house. Eat simple food. Don’t work – settle for less and be happy. But yet, you work. Why? Because you strive to be in a better position. Because you create conditions for yourself to succeed, to thrive, to live better each day.

An understanding dawned on me. Truly, we create our life conditions on whom we want to be.

‘And the irony of it all is…Man is never happy. It’s never enough’.

Sep
19

Discovered this song on Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Beautiful.

Start Over – Gina La Piana

Feb
26

The Flipkart.com ads

Feb
26

An accidental discovery that totally took me by surprise. Kimbra is super talented. Enjoy – i particularly love the concept!

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