- THIS JUST IN--I play hide & seek with 300lbs Siberian Tigers.
Only if they go by the name Sergei!
- I'm doing YOUR life, on it's back. Like, I am the liaison between
you and your clothes... le
- Lurking in the background, suggestively peeling bananas in all
the supposed ''big foot'' footage.
- Putting the laugh in slaughter.
- Cracking the ''what's really in your hotdog'' code.
- Wondering what all the Presidents would look like as Muppets--oh,
- Parking in parkways, driving in driveways.
- Ensuring my place in the dictionary under: ''Snarkastic.''
- Evoking ironic and smiley ''oh shit'' reactions.
- Unsuccessfully contesting that I am just as ''heady'' &
''evasive'' as my friends cut me out to be (so much for the hope of
mystique perfectibility) & yet, exercising what inalienable
rights were endowed to me a la disrupting the generic; the social
constructions; the labels society attempts to tape on the vision
boards of our minds; the conservative epidemics; gendered politics,
ageism etc. (Addendum: so it is in words as it is in life, nothing
is black and white; anything written here is but an approximation,
nothing is indefatigably true, except what is objective and as I am
an emergent and evanescent being my nature defies such category,
except be it by principles inbetween the lines). Feel free to test
my tenacious grip on liberalism. :) I pose as a cultural attaché
posing as a radical lashing at the cosmos with abandon, yet
intensely abreast of current affairs and free agency. Did you
understand that? Me neither.
I'd like to think I am too restless/reckless to be smothered by
ideas individual of my own subjectivity but know better (still
suspended in the relative wake of my Western Lit. professor who
accused me of being too cerebral for the college educational
institution NOT THAT I WAS EVER TEPID), my varied library attests
otherwise, that personal plethora of papered parents if you would,
had both mainstream and offbeat voices which gratefully governed my
own. But you still aren't getting your shelf space! I am openly
influenced by many and my forums of expression are ever changing
but remain in common with genuineness and ingenuity... for instance
this isn't English you are reading, it is Morse code, only I have
mastered a way to subliminally manipulate your reptilian core on a
quantum level so it's immediately absorbed and processed. Yep.
Excuse the contrivance, it stumps me terribly when eccentricity is
expected to snag on seriousness (I just lol'd imagining myself
saying that aloud pretentiously, btw). At any rate, now that you
are plenty acquainted with the fact that I pander to the absurd...
before the scale tips irreparably: I am a former YorkU honors
philosophy student, gone Humber Horticultural Science major on
account of a poorly masked case of treehuggerness. But really,
there is that 300+ acre inheritance thing; I am living proof that
passion and pragmatism can marry... albeit stubbornly never trading
in my sparkly pumps for a pair of galoshes. By the end of this year
I will be a certified WHOREticulturist and hope to be practicing in
a GTA park, arboretum or greenhouse near you; come pluck the petals
and bark with me. Just...fuck rightly off when I get a splinter if
you know what's good for you.
Ignore the fact that I moonlight as an environmental activist (an
eco-anarchist by any other name), humanist, bean counter, singer,
neurotic skull fucker, hairdyecologist, armchair philosopher,
sometimes sovereign...and the lead in a dance with what's
appreciably macabre, new wave or self indulgent.
Guess one could say I am not a surface worker. I prefer to dig
deeper everyday, gives me cause to breathe deeper as well, with
time to think before swallowing down what nonsense the dreaded
plebeian packs may regurgitate. Ah, but I am just as guilty as the
next... I have been caught smiling to Lady Gaga.
I wish to balance work with healthy liberation so my heart doesn't
die and my mind doesn't turn sterile (want more details? ask me).
Might explain why epistemology is my mainspring. I live to satisfy
all realms of myself, the emotional, physical, spiritual etc.
Imbalance is not a friend, experiencing it does nothing but dig one
an early grave and, though I love the feel of it, I look better
when I'm not buried up to my ears in dirt. I don't have any
aversion to rolling in it for good measure though, just don't ask
me to, "squeal like a pig, boy!"
If I cannot carpet my career alongside my personal life I will die
unhappy, that is if I decide to quit being, as THEY say, one of the
''cool ones'' and succumb to the immortality impaired. Oh, yes.
More to the point, I am trying even harder to leave a beautiful
human mess of a legacy, when I'm done with Pandora's box I might
let you have a peek inside. For now and to eternity there are a
significant pair of eyes I'm sharing it with, in LOVE (this love is
not by Hollywood definition but definitive in its throwback to
60s-like zeitgeist; with challenges that lift visionaries from
their frog ponds. It is one of the obvious reasons why I feel it is
not necessary to expose myself completely here, stripped of
metaphors and nuances...I dare say for the first time in my life I
have allowed something to fulfill me). But, we're not greedy,
so--pull up a chair. Or love-making lounger! ;)