w-(wolf)-c-s part 2

the screeching flow...
halting it here
across all of this
with lightning speed
addictions seen
faceless again
melted limbs
salted body
drenched eyes of blue
the devil knows you are here
addicted to it again
thoughts arise (again)
new fears
thick honey sucked out of trees
her dripping wet mouth
linking this again to the sea
missing it over and over (again)
jellyfish eye
her painted red toes
chasing her
away from the water
out of thought
out of mind...
but there are gluey remains of the day
left between us
on your unsettled mind

were-(wolf)-chick-shark part 1

covered in the salty remains of the sea
a smile smeared and lipsticked
her wet mouth speaks in subdued tones
non-cancerous with her brilliant tanning cream
beautiful eyes that cry my name
lashes flutter across my face as i hold her tight
dont let go of her
or else she will escape and go back to the sea

from me she floats away
the water embraces her body...her smile
she transforms
then disappears
her routine shifts over and over
and now again for one last night
forever covered with my fingerprints
she drifts on further
truly transformed by me

opinion leaders

taupe is a war color
this is a test
bring these orange pills
munch them up
now!
this is a war of the mind
eat it up quickly
it is ugly to my new faceless army face

---hurry march
1...2...3...4...

---please march
1...2...3...4...

---you and i need to swallow them up right now

our minds waking up now
like soldiers
seeing clearly
observing
targeting
each other as one
human species

hurry hurry
taupe is the new color now
slather on your protective creams
and darling, spray on your dead floral scents
because you really are blooming with the dead,
and only now do i feel your true meaning of love...

our eyes
lit up and wildly glowing
hurry hurry
lets get this over with...
dont you love this feeling?
taupe is our new favorite color

let us run with the falling stars
over the darkened skys
exploding with movements of experimentation
hats off to you

hurry hurry
march march
before the war is over
for the wars effortless
taupe is everywhere,

hot desert skys full of sand
our pills have worn off
our eyes see differently
replenishing your mind
new literature
new ideas
new pills

new efforts, new color...
you breeze by it all in a fixed daze
hurry hurry
march mach
hopeful for this world
taupe is dead.

my dearest victory

dearest victory
where are you in this war?

the lights have gone out in this city
yet a thousand bombs light the way

complete destruction
but the flowers grow wild here
and an enemy eyes our victory day

you and i are losing hope
this situation is overwhelming our souls

this war,
i see the falling bombs flash before my eyes
just like the stars in the sky
and the flowers continue to flourish
dearest victory where are you?

fundraising war ads

its the war
a great big war
of ourselves
one species
screeching planes
bombs
tireless mines
each of us everywhere
wallowing in turmoil
littering our absent minds with all of this
and gaining something...
mistakes
explosions
victorious headaches
my feelings of today...

not becoming your friend
just an enemy
another soldier in this battle
another brother
trudging uphill
for glory
keep your spirits high
you must carry on if you are to win
power
wealth
success
the constant endures
on this and further days to come...
save your energy for the killing tonight
i am doing it...for your benefit
my friend
my enemy
see you there

traditional beings

look for it again
i rely on your instincts
waiting for the final thought

traditional hope
get out of here now

economic sanctuary
saturated beginnings
nothing and nobody

gigantic gifts
separate from all and everything

come back home
while you can
its crashing the weak and poor

follow the dream...go ahead now!

the drowning girl i once knew...

under a blanket
of seawater
face down
eyes open but blinded
in a pool of sorry tears

darkened wet velvet
floating wild hair
spread out
shimmering quietly alone
the angel
i once knew...

the world buzzes overhead
the hungry sea devouring her mind
a million moonlit nights
relentlessly spent
dreaming this up

the tossed moon rock
thrown into a pool of raging clouds
just like her
drowning
sinking deeper and deeper
the girl i once knew...
has gone to the sea
shimmering and still dreaming

dreaming (again) part 2

it seeps out
protruding into our eyes
blinding us (again)
hushed by a blanket of lust
quietly we sing
together (again)
gouging the delicate mind
the delicate fabric
unraveling blue threads
all is just
simply put back (again)
as always
tailored to your mind
sneaking out at you
and seeping out (again)
hushed by the blanket
singing quietly
together (again)

non-detailed form dreaming (again) part 1

gravity dripping
cold flesh
resting against my smile
warm inside fresh
minds escape
(up in the sky)
can you feel it happening...

wild moods (again)
running
spelling out a familiar name
asking for this
but stopping this (now)
tree frogs jump
past my eyes...
or do they...
gravity
holding you (down)
dreaming (again)

planes fly overhead
(up in the sky)
metal forcing itself against gravity
pushing higher and higher
can you feel it happening...
the gravity
holding you (down)

faces screech
pulling down
good old glory
and fate written out for you
(up in the sky)
can you feel it happening...
we are both still dreaming (again)

NOT PROUD (a smorgasbord of shame)

I had to let all of you know about a new book that's coming out on Feb 1st,
My friends cousin Scott and his best friend Gary have published a book called:

NOT PROUD (a smorgasbord of shame)

It's a collection of anonymous confessions from people around the world.
The response on the website www.notproud.com has been phenomenal.
Great coffee table book that you cannot, I repeat cannot (believe me I know) put down.
So if any of you are interested it will be in all Chapters, Indigo and Urban Outfitters as of February 1st. It would be cool to get lots of support to them it's their first shot at this.

a good thing

So what if I started baking again.
It has been about a year since I made my last batch of cookies. But I am a baker at heart and have never made a sour batch, seriously.
Never.
I made them, the peanut butter cookies, I got the "how-to" off of Martha's site, I made them in her jail-bird honor. I love Martha, she is simply amazing. And yes I even went as far as buying a blonde wig and posed as her holding a (store-bought) apple pie for Halloween.

I wanted to impress David with this kind of sweet suprise as he deserves a treat!
and he also has never had a single one before yesterday as I have been in super-training-mode-for-my-brown-belt for the past year, so that means= no baked goods in the house!

I remember taking my cookies out on the Montreal scene and delivering them to friends' apartments and resting small yogurt containers at their doors, and also hand delivering wrapped tinfoiled cookies with hearts drawn out on them for Valentine's day. This was a fun thing for me, as I am well, the sweetest friend around.

I also then thought that I don't mind being at home, as it is a full-time job looking for work, and also looking after the house, and the cats of course. I then figured that women have spent years trying to get out-of-the-house and it's really not so bad. Maybe because I am happy now; and I wasn't this well off mentally before. I also concluded to my inner Martha, that everyone isn't in love with baking and making all things from scratch like me. Some of my friends hate cooking and couldnt be bothered to eat anything complicated at all.

It is very hard to make dinner for yourself when you live alone. There is the ugly thought of eating alone at the table, or in front of the rancid television. I have had to do this for years on end, I enjoyed it as much as I could. It is a nice peaceful feeling that you have accomplished so much in life and can also prepare a meal all-by-yourself. But, it really is a pleasure to cook for someone and for that person to enjoy my company and not so much as the food on their plate, even though it is always tasty!

peppermintLAB

FINALLY!

www.peppermintLAB.com

Starting again from where I once left off

I Spend time every day keeping up to date with things that I consider important.
Not that you will always care to read, but because I care to explain things in an interesting way.

I must admit, that Pblog is again up-and-running for you.

I now have been wired up for cable tv and around three hundred channels mock me.
-I have gone without cable for 3+ years.
-And without TV for one entire year.

My lack of tv interest is partially due to well, never enjoying it.
I grew up watching cartoons. And then ctv news. And then to the CBC.
I don't care for all-the-hooplah. Yet I work in The Fashion Industry so you think that it would be something of pleasure. And to my delight I have found out about the FT channel on #165.

165.

Who really needs 166 so much? or 287?

David taught me how to use the preview "guide" today as it was actually taking me around 5 minutes to manually FLIP to channel 108.

Call me oldfashioned, no get lost.
If you remember, I did return my 20GB (yes 20)
iPOD as I found it to be: i-NSUFFICIENT.

But media, buy it up. Or choose not to. Choose to live your life.
And never because you or I can't afford it, but because I don't want to promote someone else's life other than my own.
I find that people in general are lazy, it is easier to watch someone on TV than to live one's own life. So I hate Television with its dirty and gloriously rich people.
David and I are looking into some sort of ANTI-COUCH actvivity, but it is hard to escape the draw of "14 years of trash tv" Springer and the new American swank called 24.

So it was quiet without the tv on today, but I peaked during the making of my dinner and saw an interview with the beautiful Nicole Kidman. I noticed how the center of her forehead no longer moves and how she can't give a true laugh because of the frozen botox effect. It was quite weird to see her become so superhuman with money. She also just finished a CHANEL NO.5 ad, and was paid millions just for a couple of minutes.
I wondered about Marilyn Monroe and how she too was the beauty of her time wearing only NO.5 to bed and nothing else, no botox, ok and her breast implants sorry.
Yesterday I watched Dead Celebrity where they tried to find her ghost, they remarkably found a beautiful scent that came into the room and obviously in a ghost hunter sort of way knew it was her. But that tale will be saved for another time.


However, one thing can be said here is that it is amazing to sit at our diningroom table every single night quietly, no matter what is being served.
But the point I believe is to eat at the table and to talk to your loved ones and not to glare into the dim screen that flashes racy images all night at every house.
It is amazing to actually eat with someone you love.
It has been 9 years since I have left home and I have missed this kind of love ever since.
So eat and live well...yes very well.

"Education ends after people get out of school.
Then it’s all cocktail parties and sunny days in the sand and jello shooters.
We live in dangerous times. They’re not for arguing, they’re for doing." -Matt Good

Here at The Cottage

It was a busy holiday spent in Ottawa with David's family.
And then back to Montreal for a tough move!
Dave drove the U-haul truck with me and my crying cats!
They were so mad!
We had them on drugs to keep them calm, but I dont think you can calm SIAMESE cats!
This made them worse I think. They were so sad and messed in the head!
aww poor cats...looked liked they were dying! It killed me to see them this way, but we made it here safely.

It sure is warmer here in Toronto as it is beside the lake, so it was *raining* the whole time we were unloading our moving truck last week!
We are now finally ok in the house!
lots of places to hide and discover for the cats, my black cat Guinness is always white with dirt and his whiskers are covered in spiderwebs and misc dust! he always walks by me so that I can dust him off.
It just snowed here today, so I had to shovel my driveway and sidewalk! it took me about half an hour....I need to stay in shape, the karate school is pretty far and isnt offered as often as my old school, so I think I will have to find other ways to keep in shape too!

I was mad at our driveway for being so BIG today! what a workout!

Pronounced Toronto, not ToraNNa.

Ok, Pbloggers.

I am now reconnected to the internet here in Toronto.
Yes Toronto.

I have made it to the city of...

Ok, of whatever you can imagine, as it ALL (?) happens here.
Yes here.
Ok, or so I am told.

So here is the Pblog's most incomplete list that I just thought of.....

My new home of Toronto, My Home of:
CBC (and PETER MANSBRIDGE!)
All Industry
Business
The Brave?
The AGO
The ROM
The Raptors (eww)
The Leafs (boo)
The CN Tower (nifty)
MuchMusic
Canada's Walk of Fame
Mel Lastman
The Royal York Hotel
CityTV (bleh)
The Canadian Army (who happen make special guest apperances during snowy Winter months)
Canada's best Fashion Designers
Bay Street (and its best Lawyers and also mine named: David.
Prince (he lives on the Bridlepath)
Casa Loma
Medieval Tymes
The Brass Rail
Mike Bullard
Kim Mitchell
Glass Tiger
I Mother Earth
The DVP
Argos
Blue Jays (blow)
Mama Mia (blows bigger)
Rick-the-temp!
Jonathan Torrens
Snake
Degrassi Street
The Cottage (our big fancy cool lil house)
and the worlds best Fashionistas. (period)

This was the Pblog's most incomplete list that I have ever thought of.....
And for those of you that do not happen to know the aforementioned in the above list,
please feel free to pay the two of us a visit here at "The Cottage".

xmas cracker wish

Lately:

-I have been busy packing my things here in Montreal as I am moving to Toronto this coming January to live with David.
-Also I am spending Christmas with his family in Ottawa,
-so I will be away from the Pblog until the new year!


For the time being, I want you to think on this e-mail I got from my cousin Kim in Edmonton:

Enjoy!



Here is something interesting to read if you have the
time....


The paradox of our time in history is that we have
taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower
viewpoints. We spend
more, but
have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger
houses and
smaller
families, more conveniences, but less time. We have
more degrees but
less
sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more
experts, yet
more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too
recklessly, laugh too
little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get
up too tired, read
too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We
have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much,
love too seldom,
and
hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years
to life
not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon
and back, but 
have
trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We
conquered outer
space
but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not
better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've
conquered the
atom, but
not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We
plan more, but
accomplish
less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build
more computers
to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever,
but  we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days
of  two
incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken
homes. These are
days of
quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,
one night stands,
overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from
cheer, to quiet,
to kill.
It is time when there is much in the showroom window
and nothing in the
stockroom. A time when technology can bring this
letterto you, and a
time when
you can choose either to share this insight, or to
just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones,
because they are not
going to
be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe,
because that
little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is
the only
treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't
cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and
your loved ones, but
most
of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt
when it comes from
deep
inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for
someday that person
will not
be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time
to share the
precious
thoughts in your mind.


AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
 
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we
take, but by the moments that take our breath away!




--------->Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!<--------------

SEMPAI PATTI

KYOKUSHIN BROWN BELT : MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!


Well, It was quite hard, but I made it through!
I am proud that I have made it this far in Martial Arts and have become as strong
as I am.

I truly love Kyokushinkaikan and seeking the true spirit of the ultimate truth.

It has been a long tough road.
Sometimes quite a lonely one at that. But I passed last nights test for myself, and I suppose that I can say that yes, I deserved it with every drop of my sweat hitting that wooden floor, and down to every one of my loud kiai yelling breaths.

Its been four years.
I have seen zero support to 100% support, beyond this, I have stayed true to myself, and kept on training despite dojo politics, good/bad relationships, broken hearts, my career and all of its overtime, and my family being across the distance in Alberta.

When I started Kyokushin, I remember that I couldn’t even do a single REAL pushup!
So last night before all of my Kata's, Tamashawari/wood breaking and before all of my TEN fights,
for me the real victory was at the beginning when I had to do a small set of 20 pushups!
This brought me one of my biggest inner smiles.

And yes that evil wood seemed to rule over me last night, but I tried my best to defeat it.
You have to see Kill Bill 2 now to see Uma punch through the wooden coffin after she us buried underground! that’s what I was thinking.

The wood is afraid of you.


I was happy to have my Mom there for me, she flew SO far to see me from Edmonton!
I just wanted to make her proud. I think she was.

David drove fighting the courts, bosses, traffic, and the wild heavy rain all the way from Toronto to watch my passage. He said that he has never seen me look so serious in anything I do before last night.
I am so glad that he got to see me perform and fight to the very last 10th!
Karate is one of my biggest passions and Brown Belt is very very serious.
AND besides, It meant the world to have him watching me!

I was kind of worried as they both had never seen me fight before.
So I had to try my best to also impress them!!!
Despite impressing Shihan Andre Gilbert.

John also made a guest appearance, from my old training down at the Lasalle Coyle Dojo.
Honbu was amazed at the power I have to bring people in from other dojo's. So it was kind of wild for them to see him show up for me. It was good for him to be there too as he has seen the progression over the years and couldn't let me pass without his careful supervision. He was always my coach for tournaments, and I miss that creative Lasalle 'winning' technique they all gave me.
And unfortunately? he know's all of my weaknesses from years ago so it was helpful to have the extra support for the 10 rounds.

My friend Malay also came to watch, she too is also in another form of Karate. She ran over to my dojo after she finished her own karate class! I was SO happy to have her there for me.


I also had Endre Burian there, he is my Sifu in Kung Fu. This past Fall I recieved my first Yellow Sash with him.
It is a very difficult martial art, and he helped me see that there are a lot of other martial arts and not only Kyokushin.
A lot of Karateka's become obsessed with their own style and disrespect other styles, I think that this shows some weakness. It is amazing to learn new techniques and also to learn the historical side of these forms.
There are just so many.

It takes many many years to become a master. But after last night, I am one step closer to Shodan.



David and I took my mom to the airport early this morning, it was sad to let her go,
but I hope she had a great time with me!
I will miss her SO much. I was just so happy for her to come and see how I live, and what my life really is like over here across the country.
I think she knows what I am all about now; and this makes me happiest of all.

BROWN BELT

WHAT: BROWN BELT PASSAGE

WHEN: NOVEMBER 24TH, 2004

WHERE: HONBU, MONTREAL (YES HONBU)

TIME: 8PM

AFTERMATH: WEINSTEIN & GAVINO'S (TO BE CONFIRMED...)

DRINK OF CHOICE: SAKI...AND LOTS OF IT!






OSU!

FAST FASHION -H&M

OK.

I KNOW I HAVE BEEN NEGLECTING YOU.

(FROM MY BLOG)

I THINK THAT I SHOULD ADD MORE OF MY FASHION VIEWPOINTS, STYLE EXPERTISE...ETC.
BEING THAT I AM A "FASHION DIVA" -OR SO I HAVE BEEN TOLD.


AND ABOUT NOT LETTING YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO READ,
DUDE, I HAVE BEEN BUSY TRAINING FOR MY BROWN BELT WHICH IS THIS WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 24TH!


YES:

BROWN BELT.



SO TO MAKE YOU HAPPY HERE IS A FASHION STORY OF INTEREST TO ME VIA THE WEB:



H&M  clothes are the M&M's of the fashion world-fun, colourful, cheap and oh so delish. Just how do they do it?
By Lianne George

Shopping and Hennes & Mauritz is quite literally a transformative experience. You could be the most composed person in the world, but spend five minutes inside the H&M  retail environment and, I promise you, you'll become a covetous, neurotic mess.

The H&M  experience is universal, whether you're in Manhattan, Berlin, Helsinki or one of the newly minted Toronto locations. From the moment you set foot in a store - designed a bit like Gap meets A&P - your heart will start beating a little bit faster. There's so much to look at - fine knits, gauzy blouses, tweed jackets, flirty college skirts - in an abundance of contrasting colours and patterns. It's all so cute-and obscenely cheap! As you grab for things, you pick up the momentum. You do the math in your head Good Lord! Ten items and you still haven't cracked triple digits!

Reason begins to fail you. You grab things in colours and styles you don't even like. Why? Because you can afford to. Plus, if you don't grab it, someone else will. (At least it'll be safe in your hands until you make up your mind.) Posters of Heidi Klum and Carmen Kass looking adorable in H&M  basics egg you on. But the real panic sets in when you notice the serpentine line forming around the change rooms, inside, everyone is jockeying for mirror space.

The name of this pathology? Fast fashion. (Think fast. Buy fast. Replace fast.) And while lots of retailers are doing it, H&M  is the apotheosis of fast fashion. They offer the latest styles that no Fairweather, Suzy Shier or Smart Set can complete with, prices that blow Gap and Zara out of the water and quality that will put Le Château and Stiches to shame.

H&M is the master trend spotter. The company's buyers and designers travel around the world-often in pairs-scouting for new ideas in bars, clubs, cafés, even on the streets. They'll head to Tokyo and London for the sharper teen collection. They'll visit Milan and Paris for the more classic styles. They get a feel for what's in the air, then give it a twist. This fall, it's all about contrast-retro combined with futuristic, tailoring with sheers, masculine with feminine, romantic with rock-but with an eccentric British twist. Expect dusky shades teamed with brights, floral and paisley print with tweed and pinstripes and sheer chiffon with chunky knits. And once H&M  has spotted a trend, they can have it in their stores in as little as four weeks. They're that efficient.

Presided over by H&M 's head of design, Margareta van den Bosch-the company's creative hub - The White Room - is an open, airy space in H&M 's headquarters in Stockholm. Brightly patterned shirts, ties and second-hand items line the walls for inspiration. All of these company's products, including their textiles, are designed here by the 100 or so international designers. The company doesn't own factories, but works with more than 100 buyers and 750 suppliers throughout Europe and Asia to manufacture their collections for women, men, children and teens.
The evolution of the company, founded in Stockholm in 1947, has dovetailed nicely with the emergence of the global village. People all over the world are watching the same movies, the same TV shows and the same celebrities in the same magazines.

"Luckily for us, fashion trends now fly around the world faster and faster," says Carl-Henric Enhörning, H&M 's head of investor relations. "In a way, you could say we regard the H&M  market as one market. It's divided into a lot of different countries, languages and currencies, but it's still one market with the same products."

"Yet we don't place the same products in all the stores," says Christian Bagnoud, H&M 's director of marketing for Canada. "It makes sense to match our merchandise with the customer - one person may want sharp, trendy clothes, another will want classic basics. In Geneva, there are three H&M  stores on one street, each targeting a different set of customers. We've noticed that we sell more or less the same items in big cities like Manhattan and Toronto, but it's another story in the suburbs. The suburbs are more casual. If we're trying out something new and cutting edge-like tight tube jeans-we'll chose a hip, urban store for the launch and see how things take off there before ordering more and rolling out to other stores."

There are rumours that Montréal may be next in line for H&M  treatment. But why open six stores in Toronto and none elsewhere in Canada? It's the H&M  way to cluster a number of stores in one city, then move on to the next. It keeps marketing, training and logistics costs low for the company, and these savings are then passed on to the customer.

"It's our business to offer fashion and quality at the best possible price," says van den Bosch. "And our fashion basics are very popular. But we also create limited editions, things that are a little bit more special. We like to have a few surprises." H&M  is looking to bring some famous names on-board to create one-off pieces, like Karl Lagerfeld who will have a limited fall line in  H&M  stores mid-November.
 
Could be the start of a beautiful friendship.


ANOTHER REASON WHY TORONTO IS BETTER THAN MONTREAL. IT IS THE FIRST FOR EVERYTHING CUTTING EDGE.

a dream...

Last night I dreamed that the people of the United States had been hypnotized.
I woke up this morning to discover that only 51% of them had been.

At this moment I feel that I must extend my sympathies to those in the US who are going to be forced to endure the next four years and the impact that they will have on the decades that follow.

That said, tomorrow is another day with which to fight back. And fight we must.

-MATTHEW GOOD