fast
fast
fast. i move. so fast.
doing,
doing,
doing,
but rarely ever done.

and in those in-between moments where every punch feels thrown and my mind quiets, a tenderness sets in. that sweet, calm tender edge of life that touches us when we are really "here." after boxing last night, then running around the lake after, then boxing again at 7.30a.m. this morning; the spring inside unwound, until what was left, is what is real.

that razor thin edge of life.

the buddhist meditation master, trungpa rinpoche, in his book Shambhala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior calls it an inherent sweet sadness we constantly carry inside when we are awake and malleable to life.

my grandpa jack, whom i named my collection after, passed away a while ago yet towards the end of his life his parkinson's tarnished away at him. he was this cavalier, gentle, biting irish humoured world war two veteran. once getting out of the car, i had to hold him in my arms as he had to relieve himself just outside his house, not able to make it inside in time. it wasn't just the seeing of grandpa-junk that had me, it was the disintegration and grace of aging. the crumbling of a man who stood proud a lifetime for a family, having to lean upon a granddaughter as the embers in the fire faded.

oh petunias. a maudlin little love this morning for your friday. :*) have a lovely, tender day.

leach

Drinking from Plastic Bottles 'Increases Exposure to
Gender-Bending Chemical'

by Murray Wardrop

Scientists have demonstrated for the first time that polycarbonate
containers release the chemical bisphenol A (BPA) into liquid stored in
them.

BPA has been shown to interfere with reproductive development in animals
and has been linked with cardiovascular disease and diabetes in humans.





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so chilly lill' plastifiers ... this is the haps. i listened to a speaker the other day at mindshare (debaucherous enlightenment group in l-ay, cross pollinating incredible minds of many persuasions) and one speaker, david de rothschild, is building a sailboat entirely of plastic bottles and sailing from sf to sydney.

the amount of refuge dumped into the ocean has reached such a state that for every one plankton (billions of little organisms drifting the sea, i said organisms not orgasms you munchkin) for every one of these, there are SIX plastic bottles.

what's more, 40% of bottled water is simply regurgitated tap water. a cup of yum!


:*) ooo guess what else not on topic, a bit on me on smartmoney yesterday ...
momo link:: http://www.smsmallbiz.com/profiles/Stand_Out_Designer_Uses_Personal_Touch_To_Get_Handbags_in_Stores.html?cid=23

mindshare link:: http://www.mindshare.la/

plastiki boat link:: http://www.adventureecology.com/theplastiki/

plastic leaching article link:: <http://www.commondreams.org/headline/2009/05/22-0


have a g d.

yes. i am that girl.

i'm that girl that is in a mad dash to detox day after a long weekend of debauchery where the following bits of adventure may or may not of occurred :

nudity.

paying homage to closing time.

eggs benny.

random irreverence.

biking to the outdoor film at the hollywood forever cemetery with a bunch of goofball friends to watch dazed and confused among a picnic, some red, some sake and some special brownies.

making it home.

pancakes.

mimosa's in the park.

today i busted free the old juicer from the shards of tupperware past, reaching back to the darkest corners of the cabinet where small spidees have lived a shocking number of generations.

i made a lovely detox juice - it's called mo-pucky-fo-yo-nucky



3 lemons
3 tangerines
a handful of cilantro

(benefits: l-juice is potent with c, antioxies, random fact - it also helps with irritable bowel syndrome. cilantro prevents nausea, great detoxifier, solid source of phytonutrients, random fact - it also helps prevent flatulence. the mo-pucky-fo-yo-nucky tastes robust, sweet with zing.)

peel the citrus.
add everything.
drink.
don't clean your juicer for another week. see if you found the cure to cancer.
feel better about your treacherous debauchery of high caloric proportions. hope for amnesia. move on to wednesday. boom! we are already at hump day.

cheers -mo

dive bar + guy friends + me = hangover (everytime)

biking into to my studio this morning i was greeting by a bold sight, a man breaking into a car.

he had panache this one! while slim-jimmin' his way in he put his coffee on the top of the car, casual cool, all the time in the world in his bones.

amusing. it was either his car or he is one confident grand theft auto.er.

Audaces fortuna iuvat - Fortune favors the bold.

boxing

on way back from boxing a very malodorous man pushing a cart saw my hand wraps and gloves and out of what looked like a walking coma he piped in, "didn't you love manny's hook that knocked out hatton?" j'adore my hood.


-word of the day -
malodorous :: adjective; having an unpleasant or offensive odor; smelling bad

speaking of rotten tomatoes - taliny in the studio said we should throw them at each other. one of the best stress relievers documented. nach! love it - get a big group, go to a park, throw tomatoes at each other. call it "the rotten tomato." i.am.in.

translucent ducks nipping on my toes

if we are going to get to know each other, than i have to give a full disclosure ... i've been crabby since thursday. i tried everything to unfunk myself - time with adopted gramma, secret chinese massage spot, boozy-time with friends - nothing seemed to uncoil me.

until this morning. i had such strange dreams, btw, one about a translucent white duck attacking my feet. anyway, this mornings bike ride turned me back to happy. (finally).

it was like when i was little, during the spare holiday my parents forced us to go to church, my only enjoyment was collecting "peace-be-with-you's." i always wanted to get the most "peaces" when it came time to shake hands with all those around. i thought of that this morning as i rode, collecting morning hello's like coins in the basket. each hello was like a shot of happy in the arm. the tender pulsating hand of the older man bending to pick up the air, his surprise that someone stopped to say hello and ask how he was. the black man asking about my ride this morning, the shock on the young asian guys face as i said good morning. LA - not always a city that speaks. hello's like quick polaroids, bright spots for the mind. the coolest uppers in life happen to be free.

granted, i'm sure every time i bike to work i won't be so perky. sometimes i will just peddle to the metal and transit like a normal human. but today was nice.

so, now. next if i dare be so brave. we will discuss what caused the crabby. and then we may discuss an intimate social experiment we may conduct for your amusement at my expense.
*stay.tuned*

l2u