Nekkid

I've been thinking lately, what with the lift on the 'women going topless' ban and the guy streaking at a BC Lions game - that I don't really get how people get so offended by general nakedness.
I'd get it if there was a certain perverse quality while bearing one's privates, but the streaker was banned forever from the stadium for his 'public indecency'. One woman was quoted at saying something like, "I was there with my 7-year-old daughter, it was a disgrace." Say whaaaa? Guy is just running with his lil ding-dong swaying back in forth in fast motion. No big deal! She should know what a ding-dong looks like without thinking about sex! It's part of the body!
Same with boobs. Going to Third Beach, I'm relaxing and reading my book - and as I look up to do some people watching my eyes are met with naked breasts. I'll admit at first I had to remind myself that it's cool to show your boobs off like any man shows his (there is not a lack of man boobs at the beach), but then I had to question why I was so surprised? We should be okay with nakedness and not assume that it's all about sex, right?
Not that I think we should be naked all the time - Wreck Beach or your highly visible apartment in a high rise is the place to be for that shit - but I think we should be more exposed to nakedness as something that isn't purely sexual; it's a natural and normal thing - that people's bodies look different and whatnot (some people have huge boobs, some are small, some bums sag lower than others, some balls are huge, some aren't so huge).
What really got me to writing this was a discussion on Q about this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Jxwi2l7NrE
Video was taken down for the sole reason that you can see her vagina at one point in the video...which is totally stupid, considering she's eating fucking corn nuts and talking about her Mom and buying things on sale. THATS UNSEXY.
I just don't understand how seeing something like that could soil some young mind (that isn't already dirty as hell).

Mine Eyes

got chewed out by the sun

I don't got no religion.

I Wanted Everything.

Things I Do.

So I'm sitting here bored and decided to play around with my web cam. I took a photo of myself and looked at it.
See, I hate it when people take pictures of me. It drives me crazy. I am always picking something out of my teeth or pursing my lips in uncomfortableness or have some stupid look on my face (rolling my eyes or looking nervous). It's funny in a way, because I'm always taking pictures of people. I should be more comfortable with a camera aimed in my direction, so I've been practising my 'normal' face (the one I have when I'm just sitting around listening to people talk about stuff) and taking a picture. Not only do I want to feel comfortable in a setting where someone's taking pics (like with my family or whatever), I want to know what I really look like - because the perception I have of myself when I look in the mirror is always distorted for whatever fucking reason (I am a young woman who cares about appearance and has some issues with self-esteem. What can I say that would surprise you?)
So anyways, upon this exploration tonight I realize that I continue to look a lot like my dad (it sort of bothers me to resemble a man - I know that's ridiculous), and my nose is shaped like a pear, or a butternut squash.
I realize I'm okay with that, and quickly forget about everything I've just been thinking about.
I wash up for bed, and am sleeping before the clock hits eleven. I guess I just got bored with myself.

On Life

Not to say I haven't struggled with this, but...

I don't see any reason to dwell the past unless it's a positive component to the future. To focus on the past is like poking an open wound.

(I also just finished reading East of Eden and have been thinking about the whole 'Thou mayest' thing. If you haven't read it, you should right now.)

ThreeThings

1. A certain love of IPA
2. Wasabi Peas
3. Clear ocean water hand stands

(not in chronological order)

I am a closet disco dancer

I just got home from a vacation
without any computer;
I read a lot, saw a lot, thought a lot more.
Gonna to reassess my relationship with the internet.

Lots of Things

Prelude: Margaritaville in the back yard

then,

One: Baseball
Two: Beers
Three: Super Friends
Four: Team winning baseball game
Five: Fireworks!
Six: Cocktails & Karaoke
Seven: Coming home to a BADMINTON NET IN THE BACK YARD!
Eight: Having the best day ever and then going to bed and then having a day until I go to San Francisco for a week. Life is good.

And yesterday I spent the day with Wendy: shopping, then the beach, then a dinner which happened to include two pitchers of sangria. And THEN! Having a beer with a friend in from London, and THEN! walking into the back yard with this lovely little fire going with these very sweet people I happen to know.
Who can complain? Not I!

wild

'dungaree jungle'

I dreamt last night the moon exploded
during the early evening, it was still a warm shade of the sun out
it got bright white and burst into ash and fireworks
and fell slowly upon the sky, slowly downwards to the edge of the horizon.
It was kind of like fairy dust in fantasy movies.

I am enduring the second-worst hangover I've ever had. I haven't been able to move from the couch, but lucking I feel as though I will be able to at least get up to turn the coffee machine off soon.
Shower needed.
And it's sunny outside!
But can't bear the light...
Jeez!
But last night was dinner @ Kim's and then party party at Antisocial to see Needles and Pins and Slow Learners. Lady drummers! Super rad.
Okay, brain dead goodbye.