| Brad's texts will be worth the price gouge. |
[18 Jul 2008|08:24pm] |
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Brad: Fool me eight times, shame on me. Nine times, shame on you.
Me: I was aiming for ten fools.
Brad: I like that you have goals. OK, fool me ten times and shame on everyone.
Sadly I did not save all the texts from a few months ago where we discussed his chain mail suit that "was damaged in an epically sexy battle."
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| Canada Day freak flood! |
[01 Jul 2008|06:06pm] |
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Today I was supposed to bellydance at Henderson Lake for Canada Day festivities. It was starting to sprinkle (with thunder) when we were getting into the cars, and the moment we were one block away, WHOOSH the rain dumped. Within another block, there were rivers flowing down the street and Trish could barely see where we were driving. People were fleeing the festivities at the Lake. We got there, turned around, and went back. The road we had just gone over was already almost washed out!
I waited till the rain let up a bit before leaving Lise-Anne's house, and had to run through several inches of water to get to my car (this wasn't a flooded area!).
Some of the streets looked like an ocean shore line, tides moving in and out across the lanes. You could not make it more than a few meters without kicking a huge spray of water out of your tires. Most of the underpasses were shut down, some intersections had water flowing across like rivers, and I temporarily was stranded when I found the bridge closed. All of us on the exit managed to back up, and luckily the highway was still open.
On the west side, most of the roads I tried to take were washed out, and I couldn't get through without damaging my car, as half of my car would have been submerged!
In all the school sports fields were now lakes, and people making the most of their Canada Day! I got home (my street was totally fine, haha!), grabbed my camera, and headed back out. From what I've seen of photos on the south side, they got it a lot worse than my side of town!
For the next photos, keep in mind it only rained for an hour and a half...
A few blocks from my house.
One of the roads I had attempted to drive through. This is where the water is spilling out... the road to the right is much worse! It's safe to say all the basements on that street are fucked.
Swimming in the sports field.
The school yard across the road from my house.
State of emergency declared in Lethbridge; Happy Canada Day!
Thanks for this link, Kim:
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/calgary/story/2008/07/01/lethbridge-storm.html
Awesome photo with it! This is the underpass I mentioned :P
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| New photos! |
[22 Jun 2008|02:35pm] |
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I made a new post in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tanyaphoto, check it out!
p.s. The new Coldplay CD is fantastic!! They don't suck anymore, yay!
I had to splurge on some CDs. I haven't boughten any for a while, and I was going crazy listening to the same old music. I picked up:
Coldplay - Viva La Vida
Weezer - The Red Album
The Vampire Weekend - self-titled
Said the Whale - Howe Sounds
Good choices!
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| When I'm alone, I *bleep* myself! |
[19 Jun 2008|09:35pm] |
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| I support tazers. |
[14 Jun 2008|12:53pm] |
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Hot Hot Heat - Bandages |
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As Jonny and I arrived at Chinook Mall this week, a teenager (or young man) was being escorted out of the entrance by security. Another security man who we had driven past, a "robust" sort of fellow, came running to help, his torso chub moving up and down against the momentum of his body, and he panted but made it.
The kid's friends were not impressed they were being "unjustly rough-handled."
"Why are you doing this? We did nothing wrong! He doesn't deserve this!" and such other foolish utterances that obviously meant nothing as this kid did something bad enough to be escorted out of the mall.
Well, it would have been a simple escorting, had the kid and his friends not fought back against security. No one was armed, nor were any of them (including security) particularly good at fighting, so it was an absurd sort of battle of wrestling and jumping on people's backs.
Security, who is not allowed to be armed or to use any serious force in many places, the mall being no exception, had a lot of trouble holding this kid down. As the "crime" was not with his friends, all they could do was get the other guys off their backs, which must have been awfully annoying because they wouldn't let up.
They finally pinned the main offender down, and put the robust security guard on top of him to hold him down, face first into the rain soaked pavement. Friend #1 makes a mad dash for it through the parking lot, bailing on his friends, and friend #2 stays to fight the two skinny, useless security guards.
Most of the fighting is verbal, and a crowd has gathered to watch. The kid on the ground is screaming "Let me go!" and I am reminded of "Don't taze me, bro!"
The friend is yelling about brutality and unjust treatment and we don't deserve this and all that sort of self-righteous stuff suburban punks like to pull on people in authority.
"You guys have no right to do this!" the moron yells. "Look, everyone here is watching how asinine you are!"
Someone in the crowd yells, "No, we're watching because you're a douchebag!"
We quit watching now, because we know nothing will beat that gem.
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[04 Jun 2008|12:16am] |
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I am not in the mood to sleep, so I wrote instead. I haven't written in a loooooong time. This is first draft. I want to add backstory to it, but this is what I needed to write first. And people still read LJ, right?
They drove aimlessly for an hour before he announced he was taking her to his beach. He had spoken of this beach before, the place he went for solitude and introspection. This was the second of his two important places he needed to show her.
On the way there they had talked about her life, her dreams, and her fear holding her back from reaching those. In this conversation she had realized her fears were hollow. What exactly was it she was afraid of? He had cornered her into admitting there was nothing to lose in her life, and she anticipated the beach as a topic change.
The neighborhood was quiet and empty. As suburban as a beachside community can be. She had been through many like these before. The road exited to a cliff-side lookout where they parked. The road curled around the rocks onto a sandy path that led to the ocean. She had expected something more unchartered, more isolated.
The beach was secluded. A couple cautiously observed from a nearby lifeguard tower, and then continued knowing they would be undisturbed. Another couple sat in the distance, on the cliff. It was close enough to being alone.
The cliffs enveloped the beach. The houses on top watched with dark window eyes. Walls of dark ocean, dark rocks, and dark eyes. The waves were huge and crashed in thunderous echoes. The ocean had never been so loud. The only light spilled from the moon across the water, in a fine silvery line across the crest of each wave. She felt small, but not in the insignificant way she was so accustomed to, where the world seemed large and flat and empty; she felt small but glowing like a star, existing among thousands of the same. At this moment she stood beside another of these solitary souls, the rare experience where these people can explode into your life and you can feel your insides pound. Here under the black sky and facing the black waves she felt God again, something that had been so scarce in her life. God in the impact of the waves, in the sound, in the sky, in him beside her.
“Keep your arms by your side, not around you,” he ordered, trying to get rid of her noticeable chills. “Relax your jaw so your teeth don’t chatter.” It worked and she fought all her physical impulses to do it. She wanted his warmth, but he was providing her with the tools to survive her solitude. He knew how to be alone and she needed to learn from him.
“Those waves are what stand between you and what you want. You need to walk into them. They will throw you down and bring you back to shore, but you have to go back into them.” One of these waves would snap her in half. The analogy stung. “Think of five things standing between you and what you want. They can be other people; they can be things you say to yourself that stop you. Each time you think of one, take one step towards the water.”
The list was trivial. Healthy people have rational fears. She carried empty fear, empty anxiety. She experienced emotion with little to no cause. The list was simple: it was only herself. She verbalized whatever reason she could fabricate, yearning to get closer to the swelling ocean. The waves nearly reached her feet and she wept, feeling God, feeling like she would explode inside. Everything opened up. Until this moment she had been suspended under water in a state of tranquility. Tranquility was numbness. Now she came up gasping for air, oxygen pounding through her lungs. From this point on, it was how she would feel with him. Every thought of him was like a punch in the stomach, a gasp of life.
His eyes burned with understanding. They read each other without words. Inside, they were the same – they knew this – and no one had ever reached this place for either of them.
The moment is broken by other people nearby. “There’s always a catch,” he sighs before they walk back to the car, and she now understands the significance this phrase has on everything they will experience together.
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| June 2nd. |
[02 Jun 2008|10:42pm] |
Happy anniversary, Jenn and Dan!
Today is also Alan's 30th birthday. Happy birthday, wherever you are.
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| two in one day - imitation is the highest form of flattery. |
[22 May 2008|07:37pm] |
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While I do love the new Coldplay song (thank god they finally stopped sucking!!), is it just me or does it kind of sound like they ripped off the Rutles??
Tell me what you think!
The accused (Coldplay):
The imitated (The Rutles):
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| Lou Reed and BNL. |
[22 May 2008|06:59pm] |
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1. Something about Lou Reed songs reminds me of LA. Not like the fancy movies LA, but like going out to eat in Hollywood at 2am and seeing all the male prostitutes in their hot pants. I feel "homesick."
2. Hope has exposed me to the greatest Barenaked Ladies album ever made: their children's album Snacktime.
Of note are "7 8 9" (video below), "Allergies" (I think this was written about me), and "Crazy ABC's." The album is so witty, so clever, and musically amazing!
3. I might have to bellydance on a drum WTF.
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| This has brought me repeated enjoyment today. |
[10 May 2008|06:35pm] |
Devil sheep or Chupacabra? You decide!
Those other sheep must be very religious and wary of evil spirits!
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| Ammena website |
[08 May 2008|10:06pm] |
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I just redid the website for Ammena Dance Company, and I'm pretty damn happy with it! It was my first Joomla site. Granted, I had a lot of guidance from Jonny and minimal exposure to Joomla through the Litwin site, but most of this I just learnt as I went and figured it out on my own.
http://www.ammenadance.com/
This pays for pretty well all of my classes this year, and I still have to do her marketing stuff!
p.s. Try to find the photo of me on there that ALMOST shows my crotch.
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[05 May 2008|12:25pm] |
Aw man, I don't like live albums, but this is so damn tempting. I don't even want the disc, just the collectible paraphernalia!
C'mon guys, make a new album already!
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| I guess I won't need to worry about any other exercise! |
[19 Apr 2008|04:38pm] |
Um, so I think I'm going to weigh about 10 pounds by March.
I am probably doing:
-a solo (Archies)
-bellydance
-salsa
-bhangra
-brazilian samba???
The Bhangra choreography is so fun. Screw Bollywood. It totally reminds me of our favorite Bollywood B-grade clip.
Why, we even do some of the moves! It is pure aerobics. However it fucked up my ankle already, so that's a little concerning! But I will toughen up, because back in September I was having arch pains from the Bollywood, and they went away.
Brazilian samba is haaaaard so I don't know. You know why those girls look the way they do? Because they samba. It is exhausting... but could really benefit my solo! It is difficult to find a video that shows how complex it is. This would be how you are used to seeing it, but those girls don't look like they are shimmying much. We, however, are flying all over the place. Although it's a different style, this girl gives a better impression of the movement involved. No, we aren't wearing thongs (and unfortunately no feather head pieces!) but with short short short skirts and heels, I don't know!
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| photo LJ |
[18 Apr 2008|12:19am] |
So here's the thing... a lot of you haven't added my photo LJ, and I'm not really going to post much photo stuff here anymore. It's the photo stuff that most of you comment on anyhow! So please add tanyaphoto so you can see more things, like more photos of Sarah and not just this one!
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| Pan's Labyrinth |
[28 Mar 2008|07:18pm] |
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I meant to post this a long time ago and never got around to it.
"I wanted to represent political power within the creatures," del Toro says, "and that particular character somehow came to represent the church and the devouring of children. The original design was just an old man who seemed to have lost a lot of weight and was covered in loose skin. Then I removed the face, so it became part of the personality of the institution. But then, what to do about the eyes? So I decided to place stigmata on the hands and shove the eyes into the stigmata. Then I remembered a Polish poster of a woman screaming, covering her eyes, in which the hands were translucent so you could still see the eyes. [A similar, derivative image was later used as the iconic poster for Don Coscarelli's eerie cheapie-hit Phantasm. ] Having done that, I thought it would be great to make the fingers like peacock feathers that fluff and open. That's how that figure evolved."
(I unfortunately never saved the source from this interview.)
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