twomile

Bourbon and falafels

The aliens and first born enjoy a Sunday distraction of Bourbon and a falafel.

posted by viki @ 10:54 PM 0 comments

The clue: A dead mouse

They found a dead mouse in the alley behind the warehouse. They also fond a long colorful creature laying there with only a partially furry face and a smell that was not very good but strangely exciting. They tried a drink of the liquid he was carrying and it make them feel like hugging. High command has said to ignore the enticing colorful long animal and find the black, furry first born for the time being. They sense the first born is very close.

Run theo.

posted by viki @ 7:35 AM 1 comments

Aliens lured me to a warehouse

They seem angry about the cat. He keeps catching mice and he will not answer their many questions. He hides whenever he hears a sound. I forgot to tell them he was a bit neurotic. They want a new firstborn and are threatening to hang him if they can catch him.

Good luck I say.

posted by viki @ 2:30 PM 1 comments

Aliens in my bathtub

They had money to offer, for my firstborn. I did not want to tell them I was too old, and no longer had the parts, they seemed to not be aware of this fact, so I gave them my cat. They said "the baby does not look like you" so I expained he looked like his father. They seemed to buy it. I was a little bit sad, I love my cat, but I love money more. I can buy the love of ten cats. I can write love ballads. I can live in a car or a big boat in a place that is always warm. My fins ache.

posted by viki @ 11:20 AM 1 comments

Spoonfed World - Collage

posted by viki @ 11:32 AM 1 comments

light

they all laughed at me
when I proclaimed
I was light
in a previous life

I crept in and out
jagged into the corner
smooth over your skin
and I was everywhere

when I was gone and
dark was king
I dreamt of tall
skyscrapers and how

I would cast them magnificent
enter the forbidden
touch what I wanted
till the end of time

posted by viki @ 2:06 PM 0 comments

Carolina in Manhattan

posted by viki @ 8:27 PM 1 comments

the subtlety of guns

posted by viki @ 8:25 PM 0 comments

Brian Mulroney singlehandedly destroyed the 120 year old conservative party with his arrogance, dishonesty and quest for power and money, yet he was given an award last night for "greenest prime minister" At first I thought I was hearing things and swore they said "greatest Prime Minister" and I was ready to call someone to engage in an obvious debate.

For all he got done on the environmental file, his Green Plan for a Healthy Environment was never fully implemented. The Free Trade Agreement brought many unintended consequences for the environment. Mulroney’s style of executive federalism, devolution of power to the provinces picked up steam which can be a downfall when it comes to enforcing national environment standards.

Then there are the "The Secret Mulroney Tapes" and the "Airbus affair"

Thank you for "GST" to name a few things.

While I will agree Mr. Mulroney launched initiatives on acid rain, climate change and the ozone layer, I think if his being the "greenest" PM on record from a different standpoint, the almighty dollar.

posted by viki @ 9:28 AM 1 comments

dying to write / collage

posted by viki @ 2:29 PM 1 comments

Best Craft Sale Ever

Nathalie-Roze puts on the best crafty-crafternoon tea ever. I gaurantee the place will be filled with cool stuff. Check it out May 27th !! Get more info at
http://www.nathalie-roze.com

posted by viki @ 1:23 PM 0 comments

New website

Check out my website, it is almost done save the shopping cart. I know the pics look a bit squished, I have to keep them more uniform when scanning insofar as size. There will be many more lovely ones posted in the next few weeks.

Thanks to my talented son who I adore more than words can describe, who did a great job on this and who is also getting married on May 5th. Cuba here we come !!! He is looking for a job after graduating from a 3 year course in web design and programming.

http://www.2-mile.com

posted by viki @ 1:18 PM 0 comments

Writing is addictive

I love to write. I write while I sit on the bus, subway, sometimes in my sleep. I create the characters in my imagination, and if I am able, I transfer this to paper. Some days I just recall something I had read, and the images dance around inside me as if alive. I can be moved by one lovely peice of brilliant dialogue. That one line that makes you think "wow, I wish I had thought of that" When I am writing I know when I found that line myself, and it is a good moment. When I am not writing my hands feel edgy, nervous, unsure of themselves. Even if it is just jotting down ideas, making notes, keeping lists of to do's.

I feel this way most times about making jewelry or creating art, my hands know when I am ready to tackle this. It has never been something I can just do because I must, I have to be in the mood. I need to search for the perfect picture or combination of tiles, it is never my best when I am rushed into it by necessity.

I wish sometimes I had been able to study English or get a degree. I would still love to do this, but unless I win a lottery or marry a rich man I realize it is not going to happen. I wonder at times what it would be like to want a thing, and be able to just do it. Is it that inconveivable? I should be writing comedy for TV.....I think funny shit all the time, but I do not have a degree to impress anyone with so......not everyone can tackle the corporate wolrd, it does not mean they are not as creative or willing......there is more to life and people than the obvious.

When I feel down about what was, or what is not, I allow the characters to complain, remember and cry for me.

posted by viki @ 9:34 AM 0 comments

My new Website and other various things

I am re-launching my website soon after it sitting for far too long. My son and I have been working together but we are both busy and work conflicting schedules so it has taken much longer than I thought. But alas, the end is near.

My goal is to work from home. Make and sell necklaces to sell on my own site and others, to get into more stores. Come on stores, email me, call me, I know I am not Sadie or Foxy but my stuff is pretty fucking cool and I MAKE IT ALL MYSELF. I have no financial support from parents with money nor can I get a loan right now. Give the stuff a try, or I will have to move to the US where they seem to appreciate original crafts. Toronto craft stores are saturated with the same stuff.....If it is a club can I join?

My sis (who I adore) and I want to start up our own thing too. It will be wicked and naughty and totally anti-male and politically incorrect and we do not give a shit who we offend. IT is all about humour, and laughing at life, and realizing there is a life, full and rich, within the female community.

so check this site out in a few weeks www.2-mile.com

posted by viki @ 10:08 AM 1 comments

men and the staring

Ok so here I go man bashing again. But I mean really, they make it so damn easy. My sister and I were on the subway Saturday and a thirty something, poorly dressed male sitting two seats down was blatantly staring at my sister. With such rude disregard for how it made her feel that my sister actually held her purse right in front of her while muttering words that contained fuck you loser. Even this obvious display of disgust did not immediately stop this male from his quest of staring at a pretty woman because he wanted to. Do men lack the apparent gene that somehow between the brain and the penis tells a man that just because a woman is attractive that does not mean she is attractive for his viewing pleasure only? What is it with seemingly normal men who when within 10 feet of a female that decide in their infinite wisdom is worthy suddenly lose all clearly defined social graces?

After the staring abated to a side long glance he then started to eavesdrop on our conversation and then had the nerve to ask if we had a business card because he was a photographer. Gee, I have not heard that one since I was a teenager. We curtly said NO and he got up, coffee stained shirt and unkept hair intact, and exited the subway, no doubt scanning the area for another female to harass.

Shame on him.

posted by viki @ 9:31 AM 1 comments

Want to throw away your money?

I don't intend to bash all attempts at putting on a craft show. God knows I have done some stellar ones. But more than often it is a total waste of time and money. This always astounds me. You want to have a show, you approach artisans, you advertise, you sell. Instead what often happens is the person putting it on is concerned they won't make enough money so they rent to anyone. And what you end up having is a flea market type show where the cool hand made products are shadowed by the giant flower arrangements and quilts. There is nothing wrong with that stuff, I think it reeks of mediocrity, and shouldn't an artiscan market smell like talent?

I am tired of throwing my time and money away. I do however have a list of shows on the " Never do again " list. This list is for me. My necklaces require a fun, funky type crowd. Unfortunately my "do do do" list is not as large. So suffice it to say I won't be doing a lot of shows this year. I may as well get a fucking paper shredder and dispose of my money that way.

And I am tired of donating things. Has it gotten me ANY more business? Fuck no. I work hard to make my jewelry. They are awesome. I applied at the Distillery for the third year in a row. Wonder if they will turn me down again. TOO many people in the jewelry category was the excuse last year. Did I mention my stuff is unique? Fucking unique. Down with wooden flowers.

posted by viki @ 2:29 PM 1 comments