living in eventful times

I finally got some silver polish and shined up my mom's menorah.

Breathe in, breathe out. Marvel that my body can be moved and opened by breath, peer into the spaces that open up. Take in the firm calves of the guy to my left, send a little reassuring energy to the awkward newbie on my right. Remind myself that nobody's watching me ;) Lose my balance, fall over and giggle. Start again. Let the sky pull me higher as the earth tugs me down. Wonder at what i can do when i just ... stop thinking about it. Notice that this worked yesterday but not today, notice that my poor little foot is still injured after all these years.

I'm stepping forward tomorrow, out of the shadows and into the light. Ready (as I'll ever be) to do this job I was given, the job I have been learning for years now. I remember that day when I cried on the beach, when I said why me, I can't do this, there are so many more competent and more experienced and more telegenic. But the job was handed to me (shit!) and I had no choice but to accept it, and now, it's time.

Like a rusted crank that's been stuck for years finally budging, grinding, moving forward -- this Highway thing, this tired old governmenment model, all of it has got to move. Nothing can ultimately resist the flow, as gentle drops of water moving in harmony will break down solid rock and bring forth life and rearrange civilizations. Things are starting to move fast. Woooooooooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

Christmas is the very best time of year to be Jewish.

I get to look at all the crazyass psycho-family pressures and emotional blackmailing and consumer frenzy and go, hm. Those crazy Christians are at it again.

My dad carried the white-belt-and-shoes gene: the stamp of the salesman. He passed it on to my brother and me.

Six Feet Under is such an amazing series. It ebbs and flows from episode to episode, some episodes are only good while others are mindblowing. But it's breadth of the thing that really blows me away...how someone took the care to draw out this family portrait in such detail, and it just keeps expanding inward and outward, becoming more paradoxical and complex as it goes along.

I just got wind yesterday that the Earth Day Vancouver Celebration in Jericho Park has been canned...guess Evergreen's main "partners", Toyota and Starbucks, aren't feeling especially generous these days. Well now I am officially and thoroughly unemployed!

Back to the roots -- time to start growing our own potatoes and makin' our own fun. Bring it on!

Mudskippers are completely amphibious fish, uniquely adapted to intertidal habitats (like mud flats and mangrove swamps). Unlike most fish in such habitats, which survive the retreat of the tide by hiding under wet seaweed or in tidal pools, mudskippers "walk" about on the mudflats, "fly" over them, conduct flashy mating rituals, and feast on the intertidal banquet of crabs, insects and protozoans. They pull their protuberant eyes completely under their skin now and again, to keep them moistened.