Backstage pass into my mind. Tales of an imagineer. Old road dogs never die, they just turn up the volume.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
Tis the Season
Tis The Season
So far
the best thing to make me smile has been something I got in the mail from my
husband’s aunt who happens to be a nun in her mid 80’s. She sends clippings of newspapers and
happenings of relatives that we may not have read yet. The first line of the little letter she wrote
said. “ I saw this used Christmas card
and I just had to recycle it for you!”
I loved that. Not that I want a
bunch of recycled Christmas cards mind you.. but her thought and deed were so
sweet. It made me think.
Tis the season where I always get into my
personal evaluation of myself and take inventory on my actions. Happens every year since I can remember. The
thoughts of making things count more and getting a clue that not everything is
perfect in the world. Every year the
list of self inventory changes for me. Oh yeah there are the never ending subject
entries that stay on my list simply cause they should not be removed and since
nobodies perfect they need to stay on the list to try to be the best you can. The list has changed a bit of direction from
a decade ago. I’m in a different place in life now. I have found myself with a low tolerance to
stupidity these days. I get more frustrated with apathy about life and quality
of life from so many “human beings”.
Every year a person wakes up to a few more things in life. Time does that to you and if you are lucky it
is improvements to your vast knowledge of dealing with things. I know there are many caring, loving people
out there in this fucked up world.
Yes Fucked up world. Why swear? Cause when you see what is
happening out there that we have minimal to no control over, it is totally fucked
up. There is no other word that will work. Needless deaths, wars, starvation, murders,
illnesses, cruelty… the list goes on and
on. These things have always been here
with us… you think we would have learned something by now on how to change it
for the better. It made me think.
A man I
respected very much once said to me
Nobody can help everybody, but everybody can help somebody. (RIP Baste Fanebust). That thinking has stayed with me since I heard
it. No matter what your passion in life
is, there is a cause to devote your attention to it. A way to change your
corner of the world to make it better somehow.
Reaching out only works if you know why you are doing it. Not cause it looks good, not cause you think
to impress someone, but because you care.
As many
of you know, I have chosen to put my caring and making a difference to the
animals without a voice. So many ways,
to give and help. Trying to educate,
trying to point out reason so people do the math and stop adding to the
overpopulated situation. That is a total
other blog entry that is coming soon, but not for this one. My point is, be it people or animals, they
all need help. WE all need help. Just because I help animals more than I assist
children does not mean I don’t care about them.
It is my choice to help where I feel I’m needed. So for those of you who comment.. “what about
the starving children”. Well yeah. What
about them!!! Get off your ass and make a difference if you are concerned about
them. Stop trying to hinder the compassion for something that someone is trying
to improve. Bringing up other desperate situations in accusation of priority???
Who you kidding. If your house needs cleaning it needs cleaning, start doing
it. The thing is START and stop bitching about where people that are
helping start they’re journey. Put your money where your mouth is. If you don’t understand why people need to and
should help take care of the animals on this earth who need it, then don’t bother
those of us who do understand.
Compassion needs no justification.
Ahhh yes.. a bit snippy I am *sigh*. I cannot speak for others, but I can speak
for me. In the coming year(s) I hope to
help more to the causes I know and trust to be effected by my efforts in a
positive way. It is a big part of my
thoughts and in my heart these days. I
live with many. I don’t exactly know how it all happened, it was gradual, but I
know that my life is richer for it. Not financially
lol hell no. Maybe I should have said
rewarding instead of richer.
This
year I plan to use my time a bit more wiser. Finish projects I have started or
ideas I have had sitting there for a while. Little goals that I know I can
reach on a weekly or monthly basis. I
plan to do more for the causes I feel so strongly about. As much as I love technology and computer
life I also need to get back to nature a bit more. Planting a garden this year
reminded me of that. In my own personal
battle with GMO & trying to be healthy; this will be a year of awareness
for me more than years in the past. It
is really not that difficult to say no to things that are bad for you, or don’t
feel right, or are just simply wrong.
As far
as the season… next year as well as this year, I made a change. I voiced it a
bit in little posts here and there. Now
it will become my personal law. Concerning Christmas and the spirit of giving.
I will no longer join the masses of buying cheap plastic crap that the world
does not need for anyone. I will give
gifts of food or drink, things I make or repurpose myself, & gifts for my
animals. I will give the gift of standing
up for No Kill Shelters & supporting them more than I have have before. It makes me think… if everyone would give
something to help the many causes out there that touch them, there would be a
bit less stress in one corner of the world.
For me watching commercials on tv about shopping and the santa crap.. it
drives me crazy and more often than not
makes me do the very opposite. I won’t
buy that shit anymore, not the hype, not the goods. Kids at Christmas learn how to receive, not
many learn how to give, perhaps it’s time to teach them that. Take them to a
shelter to help brush the dogs… give time.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying kids shouldn’t get presents and all
that goes with it, im saying don’t stop there… do the other half. Make the
season about giving not about getting not about shopping. Remember why before you buy.
I guess
this is more of a Christmas rant. It
started out to be a declaration of my plans.
My intentions these day get side tracked even in a blog lol. See.. that is why my time needs to be a focus
this coming year. With all that
said, I hope you all have a blessed
Christmas and are allowed to be with the ones you love in one form or
another. Positive thoughts go out to
all of you who have touched my life.
Tune it
or die.
Want to help out? This is a great start.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
White Wall Sessions Hometown Glow "Bright Outside"
My cousin Greyson's band... you rock kiddo :) love you
http://www.youtube.com/v/ft6hYxX4JnY?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=5s-OQJroeV9ldiLcrk3CXA&feature=share&autoplay=1&autohide=1&showinfo=1
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Fel Gives Treats
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Monday, October 14, 2013
The Night Gown
The Night Gown
Ok, it’s time to blog about it. If it comes to my dreams
more than once I have to pay attention to it on a different level. Four times now over the past few months for
no reason at all that I can surmise my mind has been triggered to remember this
piece of my past.
It was a soft silky
satin material that clung to your body. It made you feel sexy even if you weren’t. It was a light peach color with no sleeves.
It hung to the floor on me shorter in front and tapered to longer in the back
so it drug on the ground a little behind me.
It had raised threading on the front of it around each side of the low
cut V neck line. It was curvy even when
a little girl put it on. This was not my
nightgown. It was in my grandmas “stuff “. I always felt sexy when wearing it
and a little sad. I used to think the
sad was because I wanted it and it was not mine to have. I was too little. It was too grownup.
I spent hours as a little girl playing in my grandma’s
stuff. She had an upstairs in both
houses that she lived in while I knew her.
Each room was a hidden treasure chest of dress up clothes for a little girl.
She had wardrobes, hampers, closets, and boxes full of hats, coats, &
dresses. My grandma used to be a
seamstress in the depression years. She
made her 4 son’s suit jackets out of an older full length coat that was given
to her. She wore turbans before her time
when she could not afford a proper hat. Because she was raised and lived in the
depression, material was not easy to come by. Every little bit she could get
she put to use. She ended up hoarding
many boxes of clothing and materials that she would never have time to use in
her lifetime. The start of this hoarding
was a little girls play room…. Mine.
Most little girl’s dream of becoming a princess, I on the
other hand wanted to be a sexy jazz singer with a long cigarette holder in a Mickey
Spillane book. I would stand on her
coffee table in front of the mirror in her bedroom dressed in whatever
combination I could find that would set the mood & sing loudly into a
hairbrush for my microphone. There was
an old phonograph there with a few old 45’s. She didn’t have many records and I
doubt she ever played them. She probably got them at a sale and they were stored
away with the clothes. I however played
them many many many times over. One of
the records was CRY by Johnny Ray http://youtu.be/mFdYALD4Ygw I sang this over and over in front of that
mirror dressed in that night gown.
That night gown has been in my dreams. I had completely forgotten about it. But yet
here it is in my mind as real as it can be.
I can close my eyes and smell it.
Feel it.. I remember how smooth it was. I remember it not fitting as
loose in later days as I grew more into it.
As an only child I pride myself on never being board in my life, I
always figured out something to do. Some
may have called it a waste of time to play dress up in my grandma’s stuff. I know it was not a waste of time. I used many things back then, my imagination
for one. It wasn’t just given to me on a
screen or keyboard to see someone else’s imagination. All I had was mine.
I have no idea what that night gown has shown up in my mind
again. I wish I had it with me
today. It was not mine to keep. Who knows what its fate ended up to be. It was worn but not worn out. Did it make the woman who owned it before
feel sexy? Surely if she loved it as much as I did, she would not have given it
away … It made me feel sexy way before I knew what sexy could mean. In my adult life I have acquired many sexy
pieces of clothing. From backless to
braless you name it… however not one of those pieces.. make me feel like that
peach night gown did. Now it comes to visit me in my dreams.
Why has it returned to me in my thoughts? What could it
possibly mean? It is not something I can
create over.. There is nothing like it that I have seen since. It would simply not be the same. Yet here it
is, over and over again. A piece of clothing from my childhood that was not
even mine. Maybe I don’t need to figure
it out at all, just share the story with you.
A woman with matching peach lips wears this nightgown now in
my dreams. She is barefoot and walking
down a hall as in a motel. She never goes into a room she just walks towards
me. She never reaches me but keeps walking. She looks sad. The dream is not frightening it is actually comforting
in a weird way. That is the night gown I
used to play in. Maybe it’s hers again,
the woman who owned it. Maybe she wears
that night gown again in another space and time.. And I am just one of those
people that she can show in a dream because of the nightgown. I doubt I will ever know.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Things That Matter
THINGS THAT MATTER
When I was a kid, my grandma Anna had newspapers
around. Local news papers, trade papers,
entertainment papers & magazines.
Two of these were the STAR and The National Enquirer.
The difference in the media of the time was evident. As a
kid my eyes turned to the flippant gossip rag of fashion and drama. It has been decades since I have had any
interest in those tabloids. I prefer to
think of it as mentally stimulating my brain with better subject matter.. MATTER!!! THAT’S IT. Matter.. what matters. What really
matters. Live and death over he said
she said. People are so drawn to gossip
and drama that it is sickenin to me at this point in life. So many people get stressed out or build a
life on other peoples dramas. Social
media is a great tool. We hear about things faster than the news can report,
things that really matter get addressed so that we can use our brains to weed
out the Star & Enquirer news. More
and more I find that the social media is dwelling on the he said she said
topics, the dirty laundry of personal lives… and some asshole always has to
antagonize or argue or complain about anything represented. We have Theater, movies, music.. all of these things are outlets for our creativity
and craving for drama.. its DRAMA in the best form.. actors, musicians…. Performers to let you
imagine for a song or an hour… to escape your own stress or just laugh or
enjoy.
The older I get…
the more I roll my eyes at some of the lets call it abuse of social media… I enjoy the arts, I enjoy keepin in touch
with people I know or people I have things in common with. I am finding myself getting weary of the STAR
and Enquirer type news that keeps hitting views on FaceBook, Things I did not sign up for… things that
they think im interested in lol. When you feel you have to look on snopes
for everything to see if it is full of shit or not… once in a while you have to rant. I am not saying I expect a sober, snobbish intellectual only
dry no humor social network .. not at all.’m just tired of the things that try to lead us all into
sheep territory. Tired of the the media talking
about Mylie or the Kardashians like it was actually important when lives are
being lost. The coverage is ridiculous..
as if they want the majority to be distracted from what is going on. Am I paranoid.. maybe. Maybe not.
I did not subscribe to the Star or Enquirer on line. I plan to continue to avoid this crap.
I made myself a deal.
Time permitting, with every piece of shit drama that crosses my path.. I
will purify my brain with some actual things that Matter on any scale & try
to do something productive about it or for it. Don’t get me wrong.. I love social media
& everyone needs a drama outlet.. I just wish some of the participants were
more conscious of things that matter.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Move Over (Janis Joplin Cover)
Clairede Dirval Vocals & Guitar, Dixie Silverweb Synths
http://fandalism.com/clairede/ckeV
Clairede Dirval Vocals & Guitar, Dixie Silverweb Synths
http://fandalism.com/clairede/ckeV
Monday, April 22, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Hometown Glow, My cousins world
http://hometownglow.bandcamp.com/
My cousin Greyson's band Hometown Glow.
He is the singer guitarist... :)
Could just squeeze him :) so proud.. he sounds wonderful.
Video
http://youtu.be/d0y6Ya1rzjA
My cousin Greyson's band Hometown Glow.
He is the singer guitarist... :)
Could just squeeze him :) so proud.. he sounds wonderful.
Video
http://youtu.be/d0y6Ya1rzjA
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Raffle for Battle Mt. Humane Society
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Battle Mountain Humane Society is very happy to say that we have a 2013 Harley Davidson Softail Classic 110th Anniversary Edition. Only 1900 of them were made. Please support BMHS No Kill Shelter and buy your tickets now at... their website www.BattleMountainHumaneSociety.Org or mail a check in to BMHS 27254 Wind Cave Rd. Hot Springs, SD 57747. We do accept Pay Pal too. Please help BMHS finish their shelter and to help with feeding, caring, and saving the animals that need us. Thank you Facebook fans for the great support. All funds raised will help us finish our new building, Feed, Care and Save the Animals at BMHS. Once the building is finished, we can have our grand opening party.
Please make sure you give us your full name, address, all contact numbers, and your email address. Thank you and good luck. From all of us at BMHS and the dogs and cats thank you all for the great support.
Battle Mountain Humane Society is very happy to say that we have a 2013 Harley Davidson Softail Classic 110th Anniversary Edition. Only 1900 of them were made. Please support BMHS No Kill Shelter and buy your tickets now at... their website www.BattleMountainHumaneSociety.Org or mail a check in to BMHS 27254 Wind Cave Rd. Hot Springs, SD 57747. We do accept Pay Pal too. Please help BMHS finish their shelter and to help with feeding, caring, and saving the animals that need us. Thank you Facebook fans for the great support. All funds raised will help us finish our new building, Feed, Care and Save the Animals at BMHS. Once the building is finished, we can have our grand opening party.
Please make sure you give us your full name, address, all contact numbers, and your email address. Thank you and good luck. From all of us at BMHS and the dogs and cats thank you all for the great support.
Friday, January 11, 2013
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