NERD NIGHT-Nobody's Welcome!

what a weird space last night, and it wasn't just in my head! from exploding kittens who deliver pizza in outerspace to non-sensical ballads from the subconscience... i guess when you enter into the realm of acceptance anything goes. well, it sure went last night! it was lovely though. a MOST enjoyable evening. i could just sit and listen to people do their thaaang for hours. until i get tired or have a headache and then out of tune weirdness is just not cool. i'm starting to feel like one of the gang :)

Battle of the Cork-Jen & Nat's Night Out

we plucked and we pulled
we pinched and we inched
each part of that cork until it was minced

our tongues were so dry
our eyes were hog wild
our hearts were a poundin'
our minds were beguiled

but our squeels and our pleads
did not go uknown
for we popped that sucker
all on our own

Spray Milk...Not Bullets!

A farmer sprays milk on police forces during a protest against falling milk prices outside the European Headquarters in Brussels. Farmers on slow-moving tractors brought traffic in Brussels to a standstill on Monday as EU agriculture ministers discussed their demands for more generous EU support for dairy prices.
(AFP/Georges Gobet)

Source: Yahoo News

Yogasmic

I had one of the best nights of sleep last night in a LONG time. I’m not sure if it was because I was up at 4am or if it was because yoga kicked my ASS yesterday!

My yoga instructor told us that she was going to change up the routine I’ve been doing since January. I must admit, I only go twice a week, I haven’t been practicing at home and sometimes I only make it to one class a week. So when she said that Wednesday’s would now be the advanced yoga class, I knew which day I would NOT be making it to.

To my surprise, yesterday, the routine was COMPLETELY different and a lot harder. I decided, since it was me and a girl who I’ve seen in the class before who is up there with my instructor’s level, that my yogini had opted to do the advanced yoga class since it was only the three of us. I felt surprisingly limber, my balance poses were almost fully extended and I caught myself in the mirror thinking, “wait, is that me?” I was very proud of myself, but also very sore. I had completed my first advanced yoga class and I would only get better from here!

At the end of the session, I remarked on how the routine had really worked me and that I thought I could handle doing the advanced class, again, on Wednesday to which she replied, “oh, no... that was just the new beginners class. The advanced class routine will start on Wednesday. Shit.

Well, we all gotta have goals, right? My goal is to not die in this yoga class. Oh, also I’m making it a point to be able to do this move by, let’s say, January 2010.

The Day I Got Lost

I got lost this weekend....a lot. Not my usual making a loop around the block kind of lost; as in hours of getting lost. Between finding our way to a specific spot in Zoar Valley and getting my chicago surfers around downtown and to the airport at 4am on time this morning, I think I managed well. Aka- I didn't cry once!!

It started with hiking in Zoar with two Buffalo surfers. Although they live here, they are not too keen on the surrounding area having moved here from out of state...great. When we finally found the place we were directed to park on the side of the road and merely walk in. I specifically remembered a parking area with a map and marked trails from last year, but the old woman at the veggie stand told me I must be mistaken. So, into the muckiest depths of Zoar we traveled. Again and again we were forced to build ourselves little bridges out of pieces of log and big stones to cross the tiny creek. I was positive that if we kept going against the current, we would arrive where the two rivers meet...we must just be at one of the ends. Our socks got wet, our pants got wet, our asses were covered in mud. All of us took our tumbles and because of the ridiculousness of the entire situation, I laughed. I couldn't stop laughing! It was good to feel that.

A friendly call jogged my memory of a road we had passed earlier in the day on our many trips up and down point peter road! Though it was marked as a dead end, we tried our luck. There, as it had been all along, was the spot I had been looking for. Joy overtook me!! Looking at the map at the foot of the trail, we saw that we were actually hiking in some sort of water plant shoot-off, haha. Our shifty earth was replaced with much less mucky trails, littered with pretty fall leaves! Still, this easy passage didn't compare to the fun we had battling for the sake of dry asses! Reaching the point where the two rivers meet was well worth our struggle. There I gave up and childishly jumped in the water. We skipped stones and forgot about where we had come from for a second.

I've decided, sometimes, I just enjoy getting lost.

Me, Chris, Sarah (Ryan's Fiance), Ryan, Billy

Every summer growing up, my family would make weekend treks to our cottage in Long Beach, Canada. I have many fond memories of visiting that place for over 20 years, one being the annual Whitmore Chowder making day! We would get up very early to start chopping, peeling, and readying the vegetables for the chowder. It would take, what seemed like, an entire day to make. Everyone got their turn in stirring, but it was mostly a male bonding experience while all of us women folk prepared snackage and cracked the beers for the long haul. Still, I have photo's from year after year me stirring the pot and helping out with the family chowder. Yet, families change when people grow up, people move, people pass. Our cottage was sold in 2004 and family gatherings slowed to those of birthdays, holidays, and occassional dinners. And so, it has been a couple years since I've participated in the family chowder making experience until this weekend! My brother's (now two of them engaged) decided to continue the family tradition. We reminisced of how things used to be, cracked the beers, ate some snackage and made over 50 Quarts of chowder to last us throughout the winter!

Bringing it back....

I've recently stumbled upon old poems, about 2 years or more at this point. I'm looking into creating a book out of this one:

Crazy-Bearded Man

a crazy-bearded man took the train into my town
he carried lots of baggage that only slowed him down
i tried to lift a finger to relieve him of his lot
but he only growled and shrank into his lonely spot

he kicked off both his boots and settled in recline
that thirsty crazy-bearded man, drank up all my wine
he ate my avocados like they were goin' out of style
and made himself some plans to stay with me awhile

i took him to the theater to see a silent run
he stretched his legs and bent his brains until he came undone
he snored so loud the organ player couldn't stay in key
that snoozing crazy-bearded man, I nudged him 1, 2, 3

he came back to my humble home where exactly on the hour
that strippin' crazy-bearded man serenaded in the shower
his notes were low and thick and made a horrid rumble sound
that shook my pictures from the wall and knocked them to the ground

I could not take it anymore so I sent him on his way
But that lonely crazy-bearded man tried his best to stay
He cleaned up all my dishes and cooked to please a king
he gave me sweet massages that I'd been hankering
he cried tears on my pillow and blubbered out to me
this crazy-bearded man was nothin' but a loveless boy in need

©Jen Whit 2008

The Beginning

and so, after months of resistance...I decided to start a blog. I feel like there is no place to put my creative writings anymore since myspace became the trashmans paradise. Will I keep up with this blog? Let's hope, as in, let's hope life doesn't become so mundane that I'll have to forgo my blog all together. Let's hope that my creative juices don't fail, but thrive in this new virtual environment.