Monday, December 31, 2007

Outrageous and Courageous

I saw the fireworks over Ottawa, ON to ring in the New Year from across the river.

An impromptu blues song was sung in my honour. A gift to rememeber.

We laughed at all those who are on the radio simply because they networked (kissed ass) and made art people could tune out to while eating dessert.

I am where I am supposed to be.

There was much heartached in 2007... Much was learned as a result...

My favourite memory for 2007 was playing Pop Montreal to a crowd that liked what they were getting, though they didn't know what they were getting. While looking the best I've ever looked, without getting into the obvious specifics.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Still Rolling

I've been over 2300 kms in 9 days. How about you?

Some of the many highlights for me included:

Dec 22 - Standing on the end of a wharf covered in snow and looking at a huge lake in the mountains relieved of its summer tourists

Dec 23 - Buying a pair of trashy ankle boots on sale. These are so rough and decadent!

Dec 24 - Going swimming at a public pool in a NY ghetto.

Dec 25 - Seeing a plum pudding on fire for the first time.

Dec 26 - Talking to people over 90 years old and watching them still enjoy the buffet table

Dec 27 - Seeing people skiing on the sidewalk, and petting a black lab puppy in a tiny NY State town

Dec 28 - Sending suggestive text messages while looking at the CN Tower dressed up like a garish candy cane

Dec 29 - Learning all about Ontario's "Collision Centres" What a fascinating world of torment it is.

Dec 30 - Looking at the Kingston Penitentiary and reflecting on "cages" in Kingston, ON

Sunday, December 16, 2007


The universe watches those who steal others' ideas, words, imagry. Even if the ideas are just coop'ed as an "inspiration" to start something "new" of our "own". Bad dog! Let's kiss and start again.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Boot It Over The Moon

One month after my attack on O'Connor St. in Ottawa, ON, I have now completed the necessary dealings with the Ottawa police services. It was a long, discouraging, at times re-victimizing, and necessary experience. In the end I felt that the woman at the police services was doing her best, considering she was just starting her contract.

I encourage anyone who's been the victim of hate related attacks (including verbal assaults) to report the experience to the police. I felt I reclaimed a bit of my dignity and person empowerment by giving a detailed description of my assailant and the events that occured.

Now I just wonder if the whole thing happened so I could find the saucy grey hat in the thrift store where I eventually showed up to sign the final police incident report!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Broke Boundaries

I broke boundaries today that had been set up by my own mind.

The snow fell so hard that the buses between Hull and Ottawa were useless. Miska and I ran across the inter-provincial road arm in arm singing some nonsense holdiay song. What a laugh.

Earlier we had gotten out the speakers that came with my cell phone (I had left them in the package for months) and danced around with the speakers on our heads.

Monday, December 10, 2007


I didn't know how describe what I was looking for this past weekend. But I knew what it looked like. But only after it occured, did I recognize it as the experince I was looking for.

The universe has a way of putting in to action what we can't put into words. -MM

Stay open.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Climate Chaos

I participated in demonstration on Parliament Hill today, to demand that Canada respect the Kyoto Agreement. It was the second political demonstration I ever participated in. I figured it would be interesting to meet people outside of rock n' roll and civil service. People who "care about issues". Tree huggers. Bunny lovers.

One of the speakers, an African farmer, told the crowd of 300 + that global warming was increasingly wrecking the small farms in Africa. So that's another example, of people who had almost nothing to start with , and had even that taken from them.

Lots of good solar energy from the people at the demonstration. More people are needed to really insist that Canada commit to reducing green house gas emissions. If a glamourous and high maintenance person such as myself can go to a demonstration, so can you. I encourage you. I felt reinvigorated by attending.

To learn more about how every person in Canada can make a difference in reducing climate change visit:

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Under The Tree

This time of year, I regularly see loads of frumpy women and underworked office workin' men dragging around garbage bags full of mass produced toys. I saw one of then said, "Ashley Age : 14 and a 1/2. the thought of this "Ashley" stopped my mind for a minute. What sort of life does Ashley have?

Sometimes I'm better at buying gifts then others. Once I gave a gift a pair of antique opera glasses inscrbed with "See Love." another time, I gave a cassette tape of Weird Al Yanovick!

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Hugs In Vogue

Yeah, what a weekend. It's worse to wait around for people than it is to be alone. Much better to be alone. Least then there's no expectations. Other than it's up to you to live your life. To make a plan.

I did get to a craft fair. Very soulless. Buy Buy Buy. Granola, fridge magnets, felt purses, guitar straps, vintage earrings, hand made cutting boards, greeting cards, plush toys. endless hedonism. these people searching for connection by buying their way straight into hell. Buy buying themselves under holiday consumer goods higher than the tallest Christmas tree in the field. I was exhausted and deeply disturbed by it.

Freee the mind from shopping chaos. A hug is a better gift than a diamond.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

The Big Day

It's an anniversary for me this weekend. I've said many times over the years that we should invent our own anniversaries. It's the only way to mark time. Slow time.

Though sometimes the "big day" can lead to big expectations. Big expectations can lead to even bigger disappointments. All of my reflecting was leading to an existential crisis.

I phoned up a musician with my existential music crisis. He couldn't deal. It is so sad to meet people who understand music but not art.

Keep going.

The universe is listening to those with pure souls.