Monthly Archives: October 2008

happy halloween

goings on

First, this picture tickles me…


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For the past several years (ok, like ten) I have used the same costume over and over, mostly because it’s fun ~ I mean who doesn’t like an excuse to spend the evening on roller skates? But also because I couldn’t think of anything I liked better. And Roller Girl elicits such a positive response. This year, however, I am trying something new! (Even though I’d really like to go back to the old faithful with my short shorts, my trusty roller skates and my new Obama t-shirt, I am going to *try* and resist).

My costume is mostly ready, although I am having a hard time attaching my homemade headpiece onto my head and into my hair without it slowly slipping off, but I trust that by this evening, everything will work out just deliciously.

Here’s a hint to what I am dressing up as for Halloween…


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Tell me ~ what’s your costume?

Let your inner child come out to play and have a fabulous good time playing dress up!
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punk’s not dead, wake up

memories

My brother and I have always had a profound camaraderie; a closeness that is rather inexplicable considering we’re twelve years apart in age and my memories of him during my youth are spotty at best. We both have trouble accepting the “norm” (although he tells me I cope much better than he does), we’ve both got deep wells of emotional life that we don’t mind sharing with others and we’re both incredibly desirous of true connections with people.

I have always loved my brother undeniably; even when I’ve been desperately irritated with him or terribly hurt by him, my love for him is unwavering.

348191031_fdb4d0bf46_oMy big brother has always been a musician. His music tastes have evolved and changed over the years, but his love for music has always been deep. When I was about three years old (or four?) my brother was heavy into Punk Rock. He was in a band that practiced downstairs in our “outside room”, which was really an enclosed porch. This photo is a little early on and I’m not sure if it’s the same band, but there he is in yellow, my brother, the lead singer/guitarist practicing in the “outside room”. This space was always fascinating to me because it was filled with his stuff: microphone stands spray painted with red letters, speakers and other “80’s punk teenage boy stuff”. (Then later, when my brother was in art school, this room held awesomely cool colored pens, which I would sneak in a use from time to time: ooh I would’ve been in so much trouble if he had caught me). My brother and I recorded our first, and only, track together around this time. No joke. Here’s how to hear it now:

Go to iTunes: Enter “Intensified Chaos” in the search box: Take a listen to the only sample song that comes up

My voice, in all it’s tiny-girl innocence, is the first thing you hear and then I go on to repeat the line “punk’s not dead, no it’s not” several times before my brother’s voice comes screaming over the heavy electric guitar.

I believe that this recording marks the beginning of our crazy-rad friendship.

And so, thank you to my other awesome older brother (I’m lucky, I have two) for pointing this out and reminding me of this hilarious and sweet memory.

My brother, also know as dj Sunshine Jones, continues to write beautiful house music and is a celebrated recording artist. I’ve been dying to share some of his newest tracks and right now seems like the right time. He publishes his current work at Treehouse Muzique where you can listen for free and download the songs for peanuts. I especially love his remixes of “Only You” and “You Sexy Thing”, but I adore his original house tracks such as “This Love”. Go there and listen. You can purchase any of the tracks, upload into iTunes and listen on your iPod. That’s what I do…and here’s how you can too:

First, click right here for Treehouse Muzique. Then press the little play buttons and the whole song will play for you.

So, my brother has gone from punk’s not dead to wake up and make love to me, but his passion, creativity, beauty and love remain the same…

and it was all yellow

journal, new paths

In my ongoing search for inspiration in new things, I have found that the color yellow is following me around, calling my name from behind, desperately trying to get my attention in order to get me to pause and take her in.

I have to say that yellow has not always been my favorite color, unless it’s a very soft shade of lemon butter. Perhaps this is because wearing the color yellow makes me look ill.

I believe that there are subtle ways in which the universe communicates to us and I believe now that perhaps the color yellow is representative of something that is presently missing in my life. There is too much yellow communication yelling at me to ignore it.

At it’s best, yellow is powerful, light, warm and hopeful…the color of *lemons*.

Today I have an exciting day ahead of me, with a list of things to accomplish, some friends to have lunch with, ways to take care of myself and the possibility that a new path is just around the bend…
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