It Was Caturday

So this is about a week or so late, but hectic lately again (work, helping people move, mountain fun, home owner stuff, new car stuff, finding a local microbrew, writing, spending time with friends, you know hectic). I promised a bit of levity to a friend of mine, and as this is a bit of levity maybe a grin will come of this for some…or head tilting, yeah that could happen too. We humans can be goofy creatures.

Anyway, my friend Martine insisted on the title whenever I decided to write this it has to be noted it was on “Caturday.” We had a good laugh, and laughed at ourselves too, enjoy this oddity we stumbled upon.


Do not know if that is true, but I could see it.

This was at the Bug Theatre, an independent local theatre where earlier we saw “Evil Dead: The Musical” which was hilarious! This night though, well one, there was avant garde art-awesome on a nearby building.


I think it was a metal sculpture of Spiderman. Great pose. :)

It was her birthday celebration, so we started the evening with an outstanding dinner at this great restaurant called Root Down which is all about fresh locally grown food. The best part was the devil’s on horseback, bacon wrapped pepper stuffes with almonds and spice goodness, but yes it had a kick. And a cool waiter with bee-striped socks.

Then we were off to the show…

Picture if you can a traveling cat circus and rock show. Yes…it really does exist. The Acro-cats. To be fair they are quite funny and start the show with “lowering audience expectations.” But despite this what they did get the kitties to do was still impressive. After all, cats will often just look at you like, “Whatever human, it is nap time (or food time depending, and if lucky belly rub time.)


Tuna playing her cowbell.

There was the main act, Tuna. Tuna is an all white kitty who would take your flesh off if you try to pet her but plays cowbell like no other, and she really does play cowbell and ring bells, sits pretty…she is quite a personality. My favorite was the “nerd kitty” named Buggles who was all black and well just liked to read with you. Jax was more talented I admit. Jax could do the walk on a ball thing across the stage. Who knew cats could be clicker trained to do such cool stuff? (I confess I tried with some success but the treats I used made mine kind of tune out. They do the touch thing, nose boop your hand if you say touch, but that is it.)

This traveling circus also had a talented and trained rooster named Cluck Norris who played tamborine and bowled.

There were cats that did tricks and obstacles, cats who played instruments (drums, guitar, piano, chimes, and of course cowbell), and cats who were just adorable. A portion of the proceeds went to a local cat shelter which also was nice to know you were entertained and contributed to a good cause, and the reason we went to the show aside from the whole “that is adorable” factor.


The whole band is a hit of chaos, but cute. :)

Do not worry all were well loved and paid in fresh salmon or tuna for tricks rendered.

Martine is a big believer in those who are good to animals are good people. She is also a believer in “cat men” and it is true they do exist–studies have shown a rise in cat owners who are men and as you can see they can be hotties too…manly and well…ah yeah…I am definitely a fan of animal lovers too. :)


He Will Be Missed

Robin Williams on Weather, Earthquakes, and Hybri…: http://youtu.be/SMn7KKv-Rvs

I realize it may be cliche and well whatever…but this is what is on my mind. He will be missed, he made so many laugh. My sister and I reminisced about Popeye, one of our favorites when we were little. Truthfully there were too many good ones to count.

A bit of swearing in this, but once again he made me laugh as he did many and I thought why not share a moment. I know many thoughts are with his family right now. I cannot even fathom. May he be at peace.

Being Water

As promised two posts back, a post about a warrior poet, Bruce Lee: a man admired by many, myself included.

The first time I heard about Bruce Lee was from the film “No Retreat, No Surrender.” Later with the film “Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story” I became enthralled. Still, I confess this was still a somewhat superficial appreciation.  In order to truly admire someone, I feel you must have a sense of their mind. The film did a great job showing determination and talent, but some of the philosophy was just too deep to get into such a short amount of time (film has time constraints after all–unless you are sitting through a LOTR marathon–love that too).

It was through all things, Facebook, that I gained what I would call a true appreciation for Bruce Lee.  His daughter Shannon maintains a memorial page for her father, and it is a work of love–it really shows. There you can see more the depth of the man and his philosophy–I highly encourage you to check it out if you are interested to learn more about Bruce Lee.



From the Bruce Lee FB page.


And no, I am not exaggerating, he was also literally, a poet. Shannon has been kind to share some of the notes and writings of her father–again you would have to see the Facebook page to see most of it.  There is also a book, Artist of Life, that has more of Bruce Lee’s writings. In my brief research I found that he did write poetry along with philosophy and several scripts. What some of us would call a “Renaissance man,” yet I am certain he would simply call himself, himself.



From the Bruce Lee FB page.

He also read, a great deal. His library was eclectic as was his training. It was not just strength, it was cardio. It was not just physical and technical, it was mental and spiritual.

To Mr. Lee, you needed to cultivate yourself, whatever that meant. In his philosophy there was this freedom of form to be “you.” The best you that you could be and not measured by some arbitrary external standard or measures against other people. You are you, you are therefore only to be measured by you.


From the Bruce Lee FB page.

There is a kind of honesty in that, and I think that may frighten some people, or put some people off. To be authentic like that would be difficult for some of us, as for many of us we were told to act a certain way since we were kids. Then there are those who have spent so much of their lives going with the crowd or mimicking people around them (again this is how we all begin at first in the stages of development being kids–though some never leave that stage) that they do not stop to think, “Hey, wait a minute, I am do not really like that after all.” (I thought of giving coffee as an example and decided that was absurd, who does not like coffee? :) )


From the Bruce Lee FB page.

East or West, being true to ourselves and embracing that reality can be difficult at times, and it can be freeing at times too. It is a personal journey no one can choose to make but ourselves. Some of us do, and some of us don’t.  At the end of the day though, I am glad that for all this self-exploration, our friends can still be there with us as we go through the hurdles of life (that often we put there in the first place–funny if you think about it).  Still, it can be difficult.


That difficulty may be a part of the reason why Bruce Lee was also one who did not give up (now that film title makes so much more sense to me). To paraphrase Mr. Lee:  Failure was not something to be ashamed it was of–not doing something about a failure; however, was.



From the Bruce Lee FB page.


Yet, he was also a lively man who was not without his humor (from what I gather his wit was another thing people admired about him, and I personally am glad to learn he was not serious all the time, levity is a wonderful balance to a deep mind).


From the Bruce Lee FB page.


Bruce Lee passed at the age of 32. The causes of his passing are still a bit of a mystery, though there seems to be an agreed upon answer by those in medical science. Really though, the cause does not take away the fact that he is gone (from this plane at least).  He was a great man, who I am sure will continue to inspire many.



From the Bruce Lee FB page. Aside from the “Be water” philosophy this is one of my favorites–the importance of faith in ourselves.

It Is In The Air

**The following post is a bit mature, but good-humored in nature. A warning to some family members before reading.

Summer is a time when…well, like Spring there is just something in the air–Nature calling on all creatures to procreate. And right now. And anywhere for the love of all that is holy.

Birds, rabbits, deer…and of course our compatriots of the human race.

Yet, for all the talk of sex, and internet porn for that matter, Americans are still rather uptight about it. However, thankfully, most of us at one point or another attended a health class. And at that health class you were probably in sixth or seventh grade, maybe even later like freshman year, you sat next to your friends wondering what the big deal was. At least I was. I mean seriously, what is the big deal (I can hear some of you giggling already. I know, I know).


That class is like a rite of passage, you have to sit there while you awkwardly (I doubt anyone is comfortable with their developing bodies in puberty, or as Eddie Izzard calls it “the plague“–seriously recommend watching the clips) listen to some teacher spout on about what the body parts are and how they develop.

Well, you would be embarrassed unless you had Mrs. S as your seventh grade science teacher. This is her favorite part of the year–Sex Ed.

I can think of no better oracle introducing someone to human sexuality other than Mrs. S (we all had that one teacher). This maternal fairy godmother-looking sixty-something grandmother and science enthusiast loved teaching Sex Ed and she was quite vocal about how much she loved it. To her there is nothing to be shy about, and by all means raise your hand if you have questions.

Being shy was okay, but soon enough this old lady was going to make you laugh giving you detailed information on…almost everything. What is a French tickler? Does ribbed for her pleasure really work? Mrs. S demonstrated how to put condoms on properly (it has been awhile, I think she used a banana) as the last thing you want is a faulty application and boom baby or STD or both (this was before the whole absentance movement). She almost gave instructions on the particulars of the act, she came so close, but there was still a line (the biggest section was actually body upkeep–like best ways to clean one’s self while the body developed).


Her beliefs were simple, knowledge gave you the power to make good choices, informed students are better than pregnant or diseased students (and for the love of all if you are going to do it ladies you should enjoy it so find what works for you and do not be afraid to speak up). This is the human body and this is just one of its functions.

Seeing a little old lady rock sexuality gave me hope that this kind of enthusiasm did not have to go away with age. Above all there was nothing to be ashamed of.

That bluntness and frankness she passed on did leave an impression on me, and it is not forgotten. As a nerd I transferred my curiosity of learning to this subject occassionally. Yes, I have studied, read up on it, would recommend the book Bonk by Mary Roach as a humorous and informative read in regards to sex. I believe you can be too serious sometimes so I like a bit of humor and levity. After all, did you know that early Roman comedies often focused on sex? Sure there was some toilet humor, but mostly it was sex that got a laugh (if you think about it, it is kind of funny sometimes as fun as it can be).

I have had frank discussions with friends and family that I keep confidential as duh, who would speak to me again if I leaked my source of information? I still love learning about it (do not know if that is the taboo appeal, the comedy appeal, or the basic Nature appeal)…almost wanted to go back to school and get a Masters in the subject, but expensive. Granted, other than Mrs. S the best teachers are our lovers anyways.


That may be why I was a bit shocked at what is going on in the US of late, and have felt a bit of the whiplash of it. For example writing this is a risk. Just because I am a woman talking about sex does not mean I am easy or a slut. When did this become a thing? The insidious passive, and sometimes overt, violence against women–the she was asking for it thing? Are some men (I know it is not all, there are some really great guys out there) that threatened? Or so disempowered this is how they feel better about themselves? This is why I am so grateful for the true gentlemen out there. Thanks guys.

I wonder if it is cultural? When I visited Europe years ago with my sister and a friend of ours we were astonished by the openness of sexuality. In Paris, we were shocked by soft core porn right on channel four (best line ever as the woman seduces the man he said, “But there is so much more we could do.”). In Germany the shops right by the train station, and the special about the BDSM cruise on channel 31 (news documentary not that graphic). I recall how one gentleman explained to me how the body was so accepted in France for his girlfriend to feel sexy she wore lingerie; whereas in America for a woman to feel sexy just getting naked was enough most of the time.

Think of the economic boon to lingerie makers if nudity and sexuality was less taboo. This could benefit the whole country, men and women (gay or straight we could totally expand). I am not saying nudity everywhere, there are limits…but if as a culture we evolved just a bit, boom! Victora’s Secret would not be able to keep up with supply and demand–voila! Competition beyond Fredrick’s is made, more employment…we could totally solve the economic crisis. We have the answer to the Recession folks, and it is in our pants.

Song Stuck in My Head

When I write I often have to put the earphones in and listen to music. Cancels out the chatter going on around me, and it gets me in the mood.

Sometimes I change the soundtrack, and sometimes the soundtrack just stays with me all day, but this song is an exception. It has stayed with me for about three weeks.  The rain we have had of late has suited the rather haunting mood of it as well.

From 2Cellos:


They are amazing. Two guys who play cellos (they also did Smooth Criminal, Where the Streets Have No Name, We Found Love, and well a great deal really).  What they can make come out of two cellos, sigh.  I think Katie would have liked it too.

Music is precious. It speaks to people sometimes more than words do…perhaps because in a way, like emotions, it too is ineffable?  I once read that people ranked music as the third most important possession. Then I thought it was strange to think that you can “possess” music. Certainly, we are spoiled with MP3 players, CDs, the radio, that music is just right there for us at all times. There was a time when you couldn’t bop around to your own mix tape, you were at the mercy of a  phonograph, or an orchestra. You may have the song in your head as a memory, but it isn’t the same as listening to it again and again at your own whim letting your mind drift on to other thoughts while the music plays on.

I think the people of the 1700’s would be floored to know that today a whole orchestra can be contained in one thin bit of metal.  I wonder if at times do we really appreciate these things?  Can you imagine: no radio, no iPod, and no CDs?  What would you do?  Whistle while you work maybe…but what about those of us who do not whistle?  Hum I suppose.

Perhaps there would be more composers?  More musicians?  After all, we would rely more upon one another for music and entertainment than we do now. I guess we can just look at history books for those answers. Many ladies were expected to know how to play some instrument or another, or sing.  (Well, the upper classes were expected to, the lower classes were expected to work.)

However, today with the cuts to the arts in education we do not have so many among us who could play an instrument per se.  So would we see a resurgence in funding the arts should all the iPods just stop working after some major solar flare?  (More likely there would be some apocalyptic uprising and music would be the least of our concerns, but back to topic.) Despite this, we really should have more of the arts in education as current studies have shown a positive correlation of higher achievement in mathematics when people also study music (bonus: listening to things like Mozart while studying is supposed to help too).

A bit of musing for you, more like rambling I guess.  Just a song stuck in my head.

To balance it though, I stumbled upon this yesterday. Catchy, and I love that Weird Al is back. This one may be the next song to get stuck in my head, though I think it is best when editing. :)

For my grammar loving friends (PS. please forgive the use of the word spastic as in the U.S. it means clumsy and has no negative connotation. Also, I make a lot of grammar mistakes. It is just fun.) Personally, I loved the innuendos. ;)

The Roundabout

Well, I am back…not that I went far for long. Again, just a tad hectic. Once again, unintentional. Oh well, maybe after this week it will settle just long enough…I am still catching up with blog reading, and Strawberryindigo, I had to unfollow and refollow again as yours was not in my feed. I have no clue what is up with that…modern technology?

I was lucky on the fourth and for the first time won a bit–having never had such a winning streak before it awesome! Martine and I just thought it was a shame they do not have those win a car slots (drawing only–where is the Starman fun in that?). We really go to play for the bonus games, so for us winning is really just a pleasant bonus and not the end all be all. At some point though I think we should just spa it up and get massages, why not?

Then there was Angus Mohr for Shelly’s big birthday up in Estes Park. It was as ever fantastic! Well, with such a great band how could it not be? And good company, Shelly danced I think the whole evening and Christine had me cracking up the entirety of the night, which is nice when you are the DD.


Myself, Shelly, and Christine, at the Angus Mohr concert in Estes.

Then my friend Karen came out for a visit. Always nice seeing her, and miss her already. She taught me new homeowner stuff like how to properly caulk and how to replace a showerhead. My shower is now more like being in the rain…sigh. Nice.

A few other things I learned: one, the movie theatre by my house is posh; and two, I like to put my makeup on naked. I know tmi, but I wonder if other women do this too? Seriously, am I alone in this?

So I could not do my usual routine entirely as I had company. Not that this was inconvenient or a bad thing but I noticed I felt off. Eventually, I figured out it was because the makeup routine was different. Here is my logic to why I put it on before dressing: without fail I will get a few drops of foundation on me…somewhere, any other body part it seems–a leg, the chest area, whatever. So I just started putting on on makeup before dressing. Now there is of course a trick you do not want makeup on the inside collar either. As I am busty most of my tops allow for v-neck or whatever so overall, not a problem. But I do wonder, am I alone in this? Is there some other trick I am not aware of?

Then there was the car. I was having issues with my old one that I tried to deal with…and then it came to that point, I had to cut losses. The timing is less than desirable, true, but somehow I managed it, and for that I am feeling somewhat proud of myself. So I am currently driving around a new car that has just now been mountain tested. Will and Tom had me up at their mountain home and that is always lovely.


Foxes are adorable. There were none up there but this reminded me of the weekend. Peaceful.

I know a lot of what I have been up to minus philosophy save my makeup conundrum which aside from other makeup wearing ladies, and maybe drag queens, no one else may care, but hey. If you do the same I guess take comfort you are not alone? Just an odd couple of weeks noting my quirks. We all have quirks, and I find mine at times make me tilt my head to the side and go, “Huh.” Not good or bad…but interesting of all the quirks to have.

Batteries Not Needed

Have you noticed that quite often the best things, or times, never involve batteries or electricity? My best alarm clock? My cats. Best day of last week? Drumming down Solstice. Best writing this week? Done with paper and pen. Best Zen spot today? Shaded bench by a tree outside Barnes and Noble.

The following will be very jumbled and random but hey, it is a start (I blame Mercury Retrograde though I know better–still a comfort in that phrase though, blame the retrograde).

The best wakeup call I had today was not my alarm, or the alarm on my phone, no the best alarm clocks were my cats, Nia and Aeryn (now you know the mystery–Nia is Welsh for beautiful and a character I am writing and Aeryn is from my favorite Scifi show, Farscape).


Aeryn, also known as the friendly one, and a bit of a thief. ;)

On vacation it is hard to get up when you have no set plans for the day. Well, that and I am getting the AC done in like a week so it has been hot during the day…oh who am I kidding? I am naturally a night person.

Back to the morning. My cats were relentless this morning, nipping me as a kitten would a mother cat but it did not work. Then they resorted to pawing at my face and my hair, all the while purring loudly right by my ear. They went off an hour before I had planned my actual alarm clock…so much for planning. Things have been going to plan overall, though slowly. It is almost as though I am living in slow motion…more on that later.

So before I get to Solstice–belated but the highlights from Comic Con, by the way awesome!! Bruce Campbell was as fabulous as the last time I saw him. Though it was a bunch of standing in line to get in, to get his autograph, and then to see his Q and A which we missed because we did not form up soon enough. It is okay, maybe another time.

Still the costumes were great and the general atmosphere was fun. Next time we will have a better idea on preparing and timing of things (I also need to work on being faster on the camera).


Respect to this gentleman who did a great job, and given the height had to be on stilts or something.

Now to Solstice. On Saturday a few of my friends convinced me to do something I have not done in quite awhile. I went to a drum circle. Now I know, bit of a hippie thing to do but I enjoy them (thanks to my Boulder friends now graduated and all over the place for exposing me to drum circles, bonfires, and so on). It was perfect, complete with cliff swallows hiding in the roof of the covered eating area at the park. I forgot how nice it is to go witht the flow of the music and I was reminded how I miss belly dancing. Good times.


The park where we drummed and danced the sun down. It was a good evening. :)

Then there was today, or more accurately Wednesday. Having a bit of issue with writing I was more productive with pen and paper than with my keyboard (obviously excluding this blog post written I on my phone). Earlier I had to meet up with a friend on the other side of town and regrettably we are becoming more like LA, when you have to plan your travel based on traffic (I will never forget listening to my sister and her husband plan and list off three different routes to just one location in case of traffic–it is like a whole sub-language of California). Rush hour is just insane here sometimes, so you will find that you are better off waiting it out before heading out.

Sometimes I wait and sometimes I say heck with it and deal with traffic. At the time it seemed a shame to be inside any more than necessary and that included being in the car. I was in the area, so why not? Barnes and Noble, but outside for the most part in the shade of an obliging tree. Sure it was hot, but in Colorado it is all about the sun when it comes to heat. In the shade you can be just fine, especially if there is a nice breeze. Once you are in the light though, yeah, you feel it. Hence in winter it is all about staying in the sun to warm up, in the shade your teeth will chatter.

I know a bunch of rambling…but that was my reflection of the day. Simply pleasant and no real need for batteries, except to blog of course.

Next up: when passing by the church of “The Living Water” I began to think about water and if it truly was alive? Scientifically and philosophically speaking (not metaphorically). After all microbes are in just about everything. Then there is the while human tendency to anthropomorphize just about everything…does water have feelings? Desires? Is it the most submissve of elements or quite contrary? Just now thinking of Bruce Lee, ” Be water my friend.”


From the Facebook Bruce Lee fan page. Love Bruce Lee. He is also one who says do not give up and difficulty as a part of growth--all round interesting warrior philosopher. :)


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