No Pictures, Just memories.....Legends Gone

I hate to do posts like this, but I really couldn't leave it unsaid.

Farrah Fawcett....what can I even say about this. I think she fought long and hard, and maybe it was time for her to finally rest. I hope she's relaxing on a beach in the sky with her blond hair - and flipper cut - blowing in the breeze. Such a classy lady, such a strong fight, and I'm hoping her love - Mr. O'Neal I believe - is coping OK.


RIP Farrah. You're resting as you deserve to be.


They humiliated him in life, they don't have the right to talk about his death." My twin on the media and Michael Jackson's passing.


I agree. I think what killed him was the lack of human connection. Human beings are social creatures by nature. When you isolate yourself - however justifiably as his isolation was - for the sake of your privacy, it must eat away at you sometimes. That lack of connection, the inability to find someone to talk to, to lean on, to rely on. It - in my opinion - might have been what killed him. When the media do what they do best - laud you, raise you up only to grab you and slam you down - you need someone who can be real with you and who you can have that 'I'm OK I have someone,' feeling. I don't know if he had that. I don't want to go on forever and ever about it, but I think there are a lot of lessons that can be learned from this. Living life to the fullest, not judging people, taking what is said about you with a grain of salt, finding someone to lean on when the salt starts to feel like a rain storm.


RIP Michael Jackson, you always were a thriller to me.



I truly feel as if it's the end of an era.



Adaora

More then a Feeling

Various bits of dialogue have been floating around in my head. And what annoys me about it - not annoyed that they're coming trust me, just the timing - is that I keep forgetting to bring my bleeding notepad with me. This morning I had to find blank pages in my pocket planner to accommodate the beast. I had to cram it everywhere that it could fit! This wouldn't have been necessary had I had the frigging notepad in my purse today.

The one I use is called a tablet. The pages are all attached and you roll it back to get to the next page. The back isn't ruled but the front is. It just makes me feel like a proper writer - using it instead of the hole punches binder ones - which is silly, but it is what it is.

Now I'm trying to sort it all out and put an order to all the stuff I scribbled down. I'm copying it to my tablet - which I should have had in the first place - and then I hope to get some clarity on how to order it once I've got it down neatly. But I'm starting to think my creative muse likes chaos and disorder.
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Also bought some new perfume yesterday - mind was running out - and I found ESCADA again!

Before I started wearing - Salvatore Ferragamo (Incantanto Smile) - I wore ESCADA's PACIFIC PARADISE. It smelled amazing. Unfortunately though, a lot of perfumes stop running after a year and require you to buy a new one. So I went and picked up three bottles (30 ml each) of ESCADA SUNSET HEAT. It smells amazing. It's honestly (in my opinion) even better then the other ESCADA they made before. Hopefully they will keep this one running because I'm sticking to it. The price was so cheap it was amazing.

Here's what the bottle/box look like:


I know you can smell the sunset heat wafting through your computer screens and up into your nose to tickle it.


Adaora

ARCHIE COMICS

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

Well I just heard, the news today,
seems my life, is about to change....(Creed, Arms Wide Open)

DON'T READ FURTHER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED....


YOU'VE BEEN WARNED....


Archie comics...heard of them?


It's been 70 years....

Archie has been torn between Betty and Veronica (he was with B first, then V at the same time...hard to explain...goes back and forth between them as the other seethes in jealousy before the pendulum swings back in their direction):






Archie and Betty:


Archie and Veronica (*fail*):



So when I heard the news today (I know, I'm really plugging this lyric but bear with me), I let out a battle cry unlike any that has been heard in my house in a long time (well...since I heard last year the latest Potter movie had been moved to July of this year). Seriously. I sounded like Zena the Warrior Princess. And if I had the ability, I'd pull Veronica out of the comic strip, put her in the real world, and place Betty in front of Archie so he can propose to HER as he should have.

What happened to the years and years of commitment with Betty. The strong and beautiful connection and relationship they had? (I feel like an idiot for being this passionate, but I basically grew up on this comic and I can't even fathom how this decision...how it happened). Veronica has barely got anything beyond fluff and a few rolls of $1000 bills in her brain. Betty is commitment, decency, compassion, THE soul mate, and YES she's even pretty too. Sure she doesn't pander to "what's in" with fashion, but she wears what she wants and she is might great in her outfits.

It might seem a bit dramatic to some folks that this is the reaction I would have, but I assure you I cannot be the only one.

The decision is (in my humble opinion), EPIC FAIL (as they say on live journal). It's such epic fail, that I can't even begin to process how it happened.


ARCHIE PROPOSED TO VERONICA. That's right, Veronica is going to be his wife.


Here's how the comic cover (which reveals all)looks:




Before I go, let's just take a moment of silence (to remember what could have been....

Summer Shopping

I have weaknesses, who doesn't? The kind of weakness in which I refer to (in this post) however, is of the retail variety.

Whenever I pass a book store, I can't help but buy books. I just cannot. So I dropped almost $50 on some books (that I'm finding to be friggin incredible).




D.H LAWERENCE'S: LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER, AND THE FIRST WOMAN IN LOVE
ANN BRASHERES: THE LAST SUMMER (OF YOU AND ME)

I'm currently reading LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER. I can't tell you much about it (because I literally bought it yesterday and have just begun it), but I will say it's amazing so far. I also must confess a bit of embarassment to be reading this on the bus home (when you consider the cover). Lady Catterley's bum is in full view and she's just had a tumle in the bedroom. I haven't had any of those scenes yet, but it's going to be cool to read this book. The back flap says:

"One of the major works of fiction written during the 20th century, D.H Lawerence's last novel is an erotic celebration of life. Described by the New York Times as "our times most significant romance," the controveral book was banned, burned, and the subject a landmark obscenity trial...It was not published in Great Britain until 1960, afteer having long scandalized society with it's sexually explicit decriptions of lovemaking, its bold use of four-letter words that were considered vulgar and a sotryline in which the lovers were of difference social stations..."

As I said, I'm loving it already, it's pretty amazing.

I also bought clothes (of course), and by that I mean dresses (because they're basically all I wear aside from skirts!)





And shoes.....



*Never heard of this brand, but their shoes are just as comfy. For someone who wears orthotics, that's an important thing.
*Clarks Artisans make the most incredibly beautiful and comfortable shoes. I have their boots, their summer sandals, their everything. It's all good. When I see their name (and my size) I buy.

It's not you, it's me (Swine Flue...er H1N1)....

I was just finishing up my essay and I couldn't help but notice the picture of a pig's HUGE nose enlarged to the point that it was pretty clear the pig wasn't camera shy! Along with the pic - of this fine swine hamming it up to the camera- came the heading "DID WE GIVE PIGS SWINE FLU?

Canadian scientists are saying we gave the flu to pigs in the first place. So people calling it the 'swine flu' probably wasn't a good idea.

But you know how we humans are; we just love to pass the blame like it's a hot potato or something.

Seriously though, why is all this debate going on about who started it? I really don't care who started it, I just want it to be gone. I think they're putting the fear of God or something else (if you're not Christian) into us, and it's really like pulling teeth. I just want to know what to do to protect myself (which I do know, after digging through who dunnit galore) and whether the numbers are going down.

It just seems like some people want us to stay in a constant society of fear, and it seems really ridiculous to me.


Guys....

Keep your money where your wallet is....not where your mouth is. Youldn't want to get sick would you?
Take care,

Adaora

Time to talk

I was watching a fan video of one of my favourite TV shows (one of the few things I watch on TV - THE TUDORS.) I was linked to video in which Natalie Dormer (<3 Anne Boleyn) and Jonathan Rhys Meyers (<3 King Henry) appear on The View. The bit that stood out for me is when Meyers was called out on what he said in a TV guide episode. His comments were in regards to the fact that people were getting too shocked and uncomfortable with the sex scenes in The Tudors.

Fast forward to 4:34 in (if you don't want to enjoy the entire - fantastic - interview)




" I think people are getting too worked up for nothing. I think that we're all too busy in our lives to be doing the real thing. I think if we turned off our televisions and got into bed, we wouldn't be so shocked."


After taking a moment to savour the delicious irony (of the fact that I have to keep my TV on to watch this brilliant show), it made a lot of sense to me.


In North America we spend a lot of time censoring nudity, censoring sex, and anything referring to it. But violence can be seen on TV at all times of day and nobody really bats an eyelash to it.

I really do wonder why people spend so much time censoring on TV what we then (hopefully often) turn the TV off - or we should do - to partake in. And it's the very thing our bodies are made for (there is no denying that). Physically, we respond to sexual, to sensory contact so it baffles me that people spend so much time publicly suppressing it. Why are we so ashamed? Why are we embarrassed?


I think the lack of conversation is something that has even more of a negative impact then anything else. The taboo of it (and the resulting adrenaline rush/getting off of bit) + the lack of knowledge (consequences, how to protect yourself) = a recipe for disaster.


but.....


conversation (about sex, what happens, how you feel) + knowledge (how to protect yourself) = making an informed decision which suits the individuals involved.


Another point that I wanted to make is our very terribly skewed sense of self-image. This may seem like I'm stretching it a bit, but hear me out. People watch porn (which is out there but is heavily sanctioned and carefully distributed) and BOTH sexes get the so called ideal about what a "good" body looks like and what good sex looks like. So when two people get together, aren't they going to be blowing their tops in embarrassment, anxiety, apprehension about - not only how they feel about themselves - but how the other person sees them?

It's like we're still in some sort of a garden of eden where we've just discovered we're naked and we're all scrambling to gather all the leaves on the ground to cover our 'essenials.' We spend so much time covering EVERYTHING about is; our personalties (we are walking idiots perfoming our roles - what we think we're supposed to be, how others want to see us, how we think they want to see us) and we're no longer anything. We're all perfoming what we think the other wants us to be and we don't spend any time understanding ourselves - or if it even exists.

I think I'll just end it there (as i've got an essay to work on - silly me!)

But I wanted to know: What are your thoughts?

- Adaora

Nonstalgic Moments

This morning my dad was saying my twin left a small mess on the table and never cleaned it up. She didn't hear him because he was upstairs; I called up to her and said she left a mess and she should come down and clean it up. As she was about to come downstairs he said never mind it had already been cleaned up (I don't even know what the mess was I should add - my vantage point was away from the kitchen dooorway but on the same floor).

For some strange reason I stared to say (and these were my exact words)

"WHO MADE THIS BIG MESS?"

"ME?"

"WELL, IT'S ONLY FAIR THAT I CLEAN IT UP!"


Then my sister said "I'm COMING," and I said "never mind I'm just singing a song that popped into my head.

You see, all the talk of messy making reminded me of one of my favourite childhood shows (it's a Canadian one by-the-way) called THE BIG COMFY COUCH.




The show starred Alyson Court as (who to me was) Loonette the Clown:

Then I remembered the weekly strech on the time clock (irony is amazing)Loonette did in every episode as well:



I started to find myself facinated that this seemingly silly childhood show could have such a strong hold on my psyche that (years on) I would be triggered by one word and recite the lyric which she sang (at the same time - grand maniuplation)
every week. I must confess to finding myself a little bit put off and more then a little bit creeped out by it. If our minds are so maleable and so open to influence at such a young age, why are we taught to take in the same ideas and same ways of being over and over again?

I'm not saying the ideas on the show are bad (or that they are good either), I just find myself to be a little big disturbed by how things just seem to slip into our ways of thinking. And how this is formulated with language and with physical mannerisms and behaviours, and we just don't even think about it and whether it's OK.


Take care,

Adaora

PS: I so love the show, I just seem to be questioning a lot of things lately.