Spectacle

My favourite word; because art and the popular media would not exist without it. If there were no boundary pushers or out-of-the-box thinkers, there would be none of the excitement this media based culture is fuelled by.

There would be no great pyramids, no 4th of July fireworks, nor even 3D animated movies. Our favourite Mp3 player’s name would not be so iconic. Lady Gaga would be out of a career.

No singular word in my vocabulary better defines the world I live in.

*I encourage the world to see life as their own spectacle*

Blind

Does anybody really even see anymore? I feel like I’ve been walking around in a city where almost everyone’s eyes are half closed… Just walking around blindly in the paths they have been travelling since they were kids.

Our lives have been about walking around in the dark, in our middle class homes, trying not to bump into the familiar furniture. Sometimes you bump (or slam) into things out of place or forgotten and it forces you to (re)discover it. Then and only then are you truly paying attention…

I want to turn on the lights…

FOG

9:14 am on the clock radio beside my bed. I wake to the sound of barges on the river sounding their fog horns back and forth. Most would find them unsettling but I find them dreary and beautiful.

With my morning coffee in hand I venture out onto the veranda. Over the rooftops of my neighbours, I watch the majestic metal beasts slide by with unnatural grace. I breath the fog in and imagine it filling my lungs. My eyes are closed and the horns become the romantic calls of whales, their song rippling through the air towards the bordering cities. In this moment, no one cares but me.

Sing on…

I wish the fog would lay around lazy on the earth’s ground all day. I know that the traffic will come slicing through it and what is left will be chased away by the climbing sun.

I’m left hoping for tomorrow morning.

Thanksgiving: 2 vs. Skilla: 0

After spending my entire long weekend stuffing my face using the iron-clad excuse that “it IS Thanksgiving, after all.“ I have come to a few painful realizations. Maybe they are just carb induced diatribes… who really knows!

1.) Thanksgiving is a holiday based solely on the sheer gluttony of the North American Man. There is no other basis, as far as I can see, for this holiday other than for being a glutton for punishment… usually in the form of a ‘Turkey Day Coma’.

2.) Here in Canada, Thanksgiving works as a ‘gateway holiday’ much like a ‘gateway drug’, opening the door to the other more hardcore holidays like Halloween and Christmas.

3.) I hate when people want to attempt be traditional and force us go around the table offering up what we are grateful for this year.

**MY RESPONSE:**
“I am grateful for the people who do not put me in these akward, on-the-spot social situations.”

4.) Maybe I am being so cynical because I have been played a sucker yet again by this ever so enticing and seductive holiday and hate myself for it. I loath myself for the amount of time I will have to spend on the elliptical machine to work of the 5.2 pounds of mashed potatoes that have set up camp on my muffin top.

Thanksgiving, in my books, showcases as a holiday about thankfulness and tradition while I see it for its true colours: gluttony and guilt.

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-Skilla