27
May
Past nights I’ve been coming back with my face aglow, fueled to the finger tips with, what shall I call this, love? Connection? The full moon effect? Two days back, my impetus was karate; I pumped a good gallon of blood that circulated well into the night. Today, my rush is from Wednesday night poetry […]
21
May
A 10 year old girl I know has been acting glum recently, I asked her why and she looked away. I’ve talked with others who know her, and it seems the problem is her amount of homework, and the pressures associated with “doing well”.
Besides school, she takes four different lessons; math, swimming, piano, and a […]
20
May
Wow. One step closer to Blade Runner.
12
May
Just as I was munching on a strawberry, wondering with slight apprehension how they’ve come to grow so unnaturally large, a house mate stopped by.
“You’re eating strawberries! Make sure you don’t eat any that aren’t organic” he said. Being a cigarette smoking, beer drinking, everyday pizza eating couch potato, I thought it odd that, out […]
08
May
Sometime long ago I saw on t.v. a lady massaging her face with ice. “It rejuvenates your skin” she said, and I thought “blah!”
My skin was peachy plump then. Now, the mirror and I have a different relationship. Open pores, sun burnt spots and fine wrinkles, my years are starting to show on my face! […]
08
May
A handful of neighbourhood boys came through the door, to play with the toddler I look after. With that many 5-year-olds in the house, it didn’t take long until the otherwise peaceful living-room transformed into a galactic battle field, and with one breath of imaginative proclamation calling for “COMET WAR!” a barrage of miniature beach […]
08
May
A laminated instruction of “Changing A Diaper” was posted on the changing room of a toddler activity centre.
It’s difficult to read, so here is what it says:
-Place a paper towel on the surface where child’s bottom will be.
-Lay child on diaper surface -child’s head must always be facing same direction.
-Use new pair of gloves each […]
02
May
A guest teacher flew in from Japan, gave a lesson at the San Francisco Enshin Karate dojo. He was stereotypically and most amicably Japanese; short, stout and with buck teeth, he’d a habit of chewing and twitching his neck, like he was eating a carrot and warding off a mosquito at the same time. In […]