Wednesday, October 31, 2007
In real time
Happy 40th to the Radical Rev!
My father was a Protestant turned Atheist, my mother was a Jew turned Atheist. I was an adult when I learn that Christmas and Easter had something to do with Christ, and only on rare occasions (weddings, concerts and stays in Europe), do I find myself inside houses of worship. But I count Reverend Shawn Ankenmann from Canada as one of my dear friends, he turns 40 on this Halloween day and Jesus himself would be proud of the man he's become.
Happy birthday Rev!
Happy birthday Rev!
From Relationships.com
Couples who seem to have the most passionate and sexy of relationships tend to also have ways of keeping their sex lives in peak shape by doing the things that most other couples haven't done in a very long time.
For example, I know of a couple who has been married for over twenty years and their sex life is still as hot and passionate as it ever was. They "make out" in their driveway and admit that a part of the thrill for them is the effect it has on the neighbors.
Basic to all "naughtiness" in sex is the element of thumbing our nose at the rest of the world. Breaking rules, after all, is a social act: We cannot be "bad" or "dirty" unless there is a society out there to disapprove... and to threaten to "catch us" at it. For many of us, the "naughtiest" and most thrilling sex there is, is sex which flirts with public discovery.
For some of us, the very idea of "going public" fills our mind with anxiety. There are those of us who are not comfortable with even the tamest of public affection; who cannot even stop and kiss at the corner without being overcome by embarrassment and guilt. That is called shame, and it is unfortunate that there are so many men and women who experience shame as a result of affection, regardless if it is public or not. A public kiss has a tingle all of it's own; a very sexy tingle. It's a great place to start if you would like to add excitement to your relationship.
For example, I know of a couple who has been married for over twenty years and their sex life is still as hot and passionate as it ever was. They "make out" in their driveway and admit that a part of the thrill for them is the effect it has on the neighbors.
Basic to all "naughtiness" in sex is the element of thumbing our nose at the rest of the world. Breaking rules, after all, is a social act: We cannot be "bad" or "dirty" unless there is a society out there to disapprove... and to threaten to "catch us" at it. For many of us, the "naughtiest" and most thrilling sex there is, is sex which flirts with public discovery.
For some of us, the very idea of "going public" fills our mind with anxiety. There are those of us who are not comfortable with even the tamest of public affection; who cannot even stop and kiss at the corner without being overcome by embarrassment and guilt. That is called shame, and it is unfortunate that there are so many men and women who experience shame as a result of affection, regardless if it is public or not. A public kiss has a tingle all of it's own; a very sexy tingle. It's a great place to start if you would like to add excitement to your relationship.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Wake up call
In Argentina...
...The sun was pure white and the brightness made flowers shyly half-close their eyes for a moment.
Thanks for that, Cristian René
Thanks for that, Cristian René
Monday, October 29, 2007
Monday
Sitting at the sidebar
The Half Note is pleased to have readers from places like India, Pakistan, Argentina and Santa Cruz California, so whenever I post a piece of music, I imagine it inspiring a smile overseas, a tap of a foreign foot, or a memory close to home.
Here's Francis Dunnery along with a great piano solo by David Sancious, helping me spread the joy on this beautiful New York City afternoon.
Click the music player at the sidebar to listen.
Here's Francis Dunnery along with a great piano solo by David Sancious, helping me spread the joy on this beautiful New York City afternoon.
Click the music player at the sidebar to listen.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Weather predictions
Seven days ago I heard these words in my head: This is going to be a transformative week for you, Katie.
And indeed it's been.
This morning I heard those words again, but the message was different. The storm has passed, the clouds have cleared, and though it may never be smooth sailing ahead for me, I'm always moving closer to a place where the waters are still.
And indeed it's been.
This morning I heard those words again, but the message was different. The storm has passed, the clouds have cleared, and though it may never be smooth sailing ahead for me, I'm always moving closer to a place where the waters are still.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Australia is hot for Cold Tea!
I've been getting regular updates from David who is in Queensland Australia at the Heart of Gold International Film Festival. I'll report more later but for now, the latest news is that our short film, Cold Tea has won the prestigious Director's Choice Award.
Please click here for festival info and I'll continue to keep you updated at The Half.
Please click here for festival info and I'll continue to keep you updated at The Half.
Cloudy sunny day
It's easy for a dark and rainy morning to remind me that I have no sweetheart, and once upon a time I would have stayed in that story at least until the sun came out again. But I know now that if I wake and roll over to find an empty spot, there is nothing I am missing, nothing I am without. I know that not until it's time, the day is meant for something else. It's meant for Bill Evans and hot coffee, for reading a good book and curling up with my child to watch Fred Astaire dance.
When I wake to a dark, rainy morning and think the sun isn't out, I remind myself that just behind those big grey clouds, the sun is out. It's always out.
When I wake to a dark, rainy morning and think the sun isn't out, I remind myself that just behind those big grey clouds, the sun is out. It's always out.
Friday, October 26, 2007
The way things aren't
Thursday, October 25, 2007
In real time
Tell me
Thursday night
Just when I thought I'd have a break from myself, just when I thought I was going to jump in and enjoy a lovely swim, I'm back in it. Back in a place I don't want to be; impatient, longing, clipping my own wings and shutting my mouth. But there's that mirror again, the one I can't seem to put down, and though the reflection I see makes me sad, I know that everything is a lesson that takes me closer to the woman I'm supposed to be. I wish I would hurry up and be her, I'm so ready to enjoy the water.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Maternal moment
Putting Annie to bed tonight, she tells me how much she envies Vanessa, the popular girl in her class.
Me: "Listen, Vanessa is a nice girl, but she's an average girl! She'll grow up and marry an average man and have average kids and lead an average life, but you? Annie, you're a miraculous human being whose mind is on fire! You are going to grow up and travel to places like South America, you're going to meet interesting people and fascinating men! You're going to grab hold of life and make wonderful things happen!"
Annie: "I think I like Vanessa's life better."
Me: "Listen, Vanessa is a nice girl, but she's an average girl! She'll grow up and marry an average man and have average kids and lead an average life, but you? Annie, you're a miraculous human being whose mind is on fire! You are going to grow up and travel to places like South America, you're going to meet interesting people and fascinating men! You're going to grab hold of life and make wonderful things happen!"
Annie: "I think I like Vanessa's life better."
I must be dreaming
In real time
It's 4:00 a.m., and because I chose to consume an excessive amount of caffeine late yesterday, I have not fallen asleep yet. Since I must rise in 2 hours and 45 minutes from now, I think I'll do what my father would advise.
Click here while I go and clean David's kitchen; he's on a plane to Australia and Annie is in the next room dreaming.
Click here while I go and clean David's kitchen; he's on a plane to Australia and Annie is in the next room dreaming.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Leading lady
Monday, October 22, 2007
Beautiful birthday girl
Fellow blogger Prairie Preacher was thoughtful enough to post this video in honor of Annie's birthday today, so I will too.
Happy Birthday!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Change of plants
I didn't see the Japanese chrysanthemum, but a pretty day in the neighborhood spent in good company ain't too shabby.
Sit, stay
A puppy is being trained against her will, but all she wants to do is play. Surely it's for her own good that she learns to be controlled, protective and cautious; this is life after all and there is danger everywhere.
A puppy on a leash swings by on new legs, and as you cross her path she looks into your eyes. She's saying hello, telling you how happy she is to be there. She doesn't know to question; she assumes you're happy to be there too. So once you return her gaze and smile, she pulls free and knocks you down. In that moment she is unbridled and unapologetic, in that moment there is nothing but a burst of joy and its matching physical reaction. She has no doubt that you will receive her like a gift, and she doesn't imagine she'd be met with a Sit. Stay. Stop. The moment ends abruptly when she feels the tightening of the chain around her neck, pulled by a firm but gentle hand, and she is stunned and slightly embarrassed. She licks her lips and the skin on her back contracts. She looks to her handler and asks her first question.
Why can't I?
A puppy is trained against her will and has no interest in knowing that love isn't easy or that it can hurt, or that not everyone wants it or wants to give it. She has no desire to learn about trust, that it's something to be earned. Her training is a complicated thing, a mixed bag and a cruel joke. It brings her illusions to the surface and forces her to leave them behind, like that stick in the park that gave her such pleasure but was really no good for her after all.
A puppy who is grown is trained to guard her heart; a heart that, regardless of her attempts to make it sit, stay and stop, is building itself a wall.
A puppy on a leash swings by on new legs, and as you cross her path she looks into your eyes. She's saying hello, telling you how happy she is to be there. She doesn't know to question; she assumes you're happy to be there too. So once you return her gaze and smile, she pulls free and knocks you down. In that moment she is unbridled and unapologetic, in that moment there is nothing but a burst of joy and its matching physical reaction. She has no doubt that you will receive her like a gift, and she doesn't imagine she'd be met with a Sit. Stay. Stop. The moment ends abruptly when she feels the tightening of the chain around her neck, pulled by a firm but gentle hand, and she is stunned and slightly embarrassed. She licks her lips and the skin on her back contracts. She looks to her handler and asks her first question.
Why can't I?
A puppy is trained against her will and has no interest in knowing that love isn't easy or that it can hurt, or that not everyone wants it or wants to give it. She has no desire to learn about trust, that it's something to be earned. Her training is a complicated thing, a mixed bag and a cruel joke. It brings her illusions to the surface and forces her to leave them behind, like that stick in the park that gave her such pleasure but was really no good for her after all.
A puppy who is grown is trained to guard her heart; a heart that, regardless of her attempts to make it sit, stay and stop, is building itself a wall.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
You say Virgina
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sitting at the sidebar
Here's another of my all-time favorite pieces of music, Haitian Fight Song. It's performed by The Charles Mingus Big Band who, lucky for me, plays every Tuesday night at Iridium.
Click the music player on the sidebar to listen.
More on Charles Mingus.
Click the music player on the sidebar to listen.
More on Charles Mingus.
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