Friday, November 20, 2009

Rose-coloured glasses

...are off!

And I am pleasantly listening to PJ Harvey's "Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea" album (love), and posting this I guess.

All while getting ready for this evening... sort of. I am meeting a friend for drinks. She takes ages (and ages and ages) to get ready. It's really quite incredible.

Anyway. We are going for cocktails at an adorable martini bar downtown.

I have been craving a dirty Ketel One martini (two olives) for quite some time. Tonight is the night.

Well, all for now. Cheers.

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch.
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door.
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

-Leonard Cohen, Bird On The Wire

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

"A breakthrough"

: an act or instance of removing or surpassing an obstruction or restriction; the overcoming of a stalemate.
: any significant or sudden advance, development, achievement, or increase, that removes a barrier to progress.

People really do say this to you.
People really do experience these.
It really does feel incredible.
You really do dance around your flat by yourself.
You really do drink a bottle of your favorite red wine in celebration.

You smile. Wide. And often. Much, much more often.

Monday, November 16, 2009


This is the artsiest thing I will ever post.  Promise!  Maybe.

. . .

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
(Read by Tom Waits)

Your life is your life.
Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
Be on the watch.
There are ways out.

There is a light somewhere.
It may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.

Be on the watch.
The gods will offer you chances.
Know them.
Take them.

You can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
And the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.

Your life is your life.
Know it while you have it.

You are marvelous.
The gods wait to delight
in you.

Holy.  Moly.