coming clean

When Joe and I were in NYC in May, we visited the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine. In the Asian Chapel there is a bronze tri-panel by the late Keith Haring. It was donated by Yoko Ono, who apparently welcomed Keith Haring into her home for his last months where he created this particular piece of art:

I've always liked his stuff. It's crisp, clean, energetic but smudged with humour to deliver a message. Or not.


Our tour guide had lived in the city long enough that he remembers seeing some of his graffiti around long before Haring became Known. (but then again he also remembered going to Studio 54, which makes me think that he perhaps didn't really)


Many (many, many) view graffiti as an Eyesore. I actually like it. Not the tags that proliferate occasionally, but real mural-type art. Along trains, under bridges... done well, I think it's very cool. And I like it better than seeing the scrubbed pale square leftover on the sides of buildings.


Change focus to last night. I'm standing in front of a display for cleaning implements (brooms, sponges) all decorated with Keith Haring's work ...

there were even lunchbags,
this is Maeve's new one

latest mondegreen

Maeve's mondegreen details:

song: Rumour Has It by Adele

lyric "rumour has it"

mondegreen "groomer hazard"

procrastinate until perfect

I chose One Little Word back in January, plunked my credit card down (virtually) and was instantly enrolled. I thought about my One Little Word all that month, struggled to complete the month's prompt, took some deep breaths and put it aside. It wasn't perfect, and it took me a couple of days before I got up the nerve to open the binder again. You know, cuz I thought it was shite. Well, actually that's not exactly true... I was paralyzed by the thought that someone else would think it was shite. Truth be told, I kinda liked it.

But if your proud of something... well, that's just ASKING for trouble. No?

February was okay too. The prompt had to do with photography and oddly enough I'd been thinking of photographing my word in my environment way back in January. March I don't remember... oh! I developed a gluten-free bread recipe that was worthy of the toaster. And peanut butter. But that recipe didn't come together until May.

April I was pissed off at myself cuz I wasn't creating a binder as visually stunning as the teacher's example. We were to write a letter to ourselves to be opened in a year. Be nice to yourself Yvonne when you read it next April.

May I can't remember, probably cuz I was confusing it with March's. June's looked like a lot of fun and I was SO looking forward to doing it because it was creating random little art canvases. But I haven't done it yet and it's almost the middle of July. I think July's is about creating a musical playlist but I haven't screwed up enough courage yet to open the video prompt and find out.

In my head, there is a definite disconnect between my intentions and my actions. And it's frustrating as hell!!!

my grads

running out of June in which to post

Every year, every time June comes around it rushes right by me in a blur. End-of-school-year stuff always catches me off guard. It's like a mental forehead smack, every time! You'd think by now I'd have caught on... sheesh!

I'm trying to deal with this thought pattern that I've been having, sparked by my (very quick) perusal of The Vegetarian Myth. My brother-in-law recommended at Christmas break, I think because I mentioned The Paleo Diet in passing conversation. This book has stayed with me, but in such a negative way that I really hesitate giving it any more thought.

The author's premise is that the development of agriculture has been really really bad for the earth, and I think she was advocating for us to return to our hunter-gatherer roots. Not sure exactly how all of us would manage to become nomadic, but like I said I did only peruse it. Not only that, but every technological advance that I can think of is linked to being able to sit in one place for a while. So I can't imagine how civilization would look if we were still hunting and gathering. Excellent idea for a spec-fic book though...

(and I just can't read doom & gloom books like I used to. Gone is my subscription to Ms magazine, my Naomi Wolf books. Sorry Gloria, David Suzuki but I'm burnt out: I don't see much change. I can't care that much anymore; it's someone else's turn...

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OK Yvonne... lighten up.)

I actually really like June: my daughter was born mid-June and I love the longer days. The weather usually isn't too hot or humid yet. But by gosh it's so busy!!

Note to self: read this post next May!!

38 degrees with the humidex

Picture yourself at an elementary school play. The stagehands are all grade 3 and 4s. A change of scenery is required, but the hands are sweaty from nerves and the rope slips right through their hands and the backdrop unfurls quickly and hits the stage with a resounding BANG.

Wow. Winter just changed into Summer!

current rotation

The Stand by Mother, Mother

I think we all agree that the best line is:

"it's like Paradise, spread out with a butter knife"