When you’re, ready?

Yesterday,

was,

kind of quiet,

at the bookstore,

but,

honestly,

bookstores tend,

to be.

I was roaming,

around the shelves,

looking at what,

I have,

and why,

some of them,

aren’t selling.

So,

rooting around,

my dictionary,

 grammar,

foreign language,

style guide,

section,

happened upon,

this writing guide,

Bird by Bird,

by Anne Lamott.

It’s been there,

a while.

I thought I would,

check it out.

Some books sell,

themselves,

some books,

wait for,

their reader/buyer,

and some,

you have to nudge,

into someones,

hands.

This book,

should have sold,

ages ago,

a lot of wannabe,

writers,

frequent,

used bookstores,

this is a good guide,

cheap,

and in more,

than adequate,

condition.

When I acquired it,

I figured it would,

go,

fast,

but,

a year or so,

later,

it’s still on the shelf.

The reason I believe,

it hasn’t sold is,

the title,

people must,

think it,

a missplaced,

ornithology guide,

in fact it is,

a delightful,

practical,

book,

on writing.

Not, one of those,

how to become,

the next Stephen King,

James Patterson,

or assorted other,

bestselling millionaire,

but, how to write,

really write,

everyday,

eek out a living,

be happy,

and,

miserable,

doing what,

you must do,

write.

Filled with,

memories,

and observations,

on life,

and the creative,

process,

a gem,

maybe,

it hasn’t sold,

because,

it was waiting,

for me to read it,

first,

or,

last:-)

Lamott has,

 an easy going,

and,

quirky,

funny style.

She speaks to me:-)

From page fifteen,

on the reasons it is important,

to write,

not just be published,

     Because for some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.

Nice huh?

Sometimes,

a book,

waits patiently,

for you,

to pick it up,

to need it.

When you’re ready,

when you are,

there.

Maybe,

not just books,

🙂

Later girls,

BB

Hockey updates sort of…

It’s the full moon,

this week.

Makes me weird,

OK,

OK,

weirder:-)

Watched the,

hockey game,

tonight,

Vancouver killed,

San Jose,

good,

I have to admit,

I don’t care much,

my heart,

sort of went,

out of it,

when my Habs,

lost.

But, I am glad,

a Canadian team,

might make,

the final,

hasn’t happened in,

a while,

long while,

and,

after all,

it is,

our game:-)

If  The Canucks,

gets in to the,

Stanley Cup,

final,

it will crown off,

a really good run,

for the city,

of Vancouver.

After hosting,

the 2010 Olympics,

in champion fashion,

and showing,

the world,

what a beautiful place,

the Canadian,

west coast is,

it would be,

the icing on their,

cake.

and not to be,

petty,

but,

the last thing,

I want is,

for the dreaded,

Bruins,

to win the cup,

but,

there’s still,

a few games,

before we know.

Just wanted to keep,

you abreast.

Later girls,

BB

The Personal is still political

Jodie Foster comes out with emotional tribute to her girlfriend of 14 years

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-501256/Jodie-Foster-comes-emotional-tribute-girlfriend-14-years.html#ixzz1MXtcTWAg

OK,

we all knew,

right?

not,

a well kept secret:-)

In fact,

I don’t think,

it was,

a secret .

Ms Foster,

luv, luv, luv her!!

wanted to keep,

her private life,

private.

I believe,

that’s a,

fundamental right,

private life.

Of course,

when you have,

closet cases,

persecuting,

gays,

that’s something else.

Act up,

had a point,

when they were,

outing,

people who were,

hiding,

behind beards,

while people,

 were dying,

and they were,

dying,

in part,

because of,

 hypocrissy,

of  the,

powers that be,

and when,

part of that,

structure,

that establisment,

happened to be,

gay,

and hiding it,

it was,

somehow,

 worst.

This has nothing,

to do with,

the lovely Jodie,

she has never,

denied,

or,

claimed any beard,

she’s a dyke,

and we,

all knew it,

but,

just as there is,

importance,

in the,

It Gets Better Project,

telling youth,

things,

mostly improve,

and,

the whole,

what doesn’t,

kill you,

makes you stronger,

school of thought,

so,

 is there symbolism,

in a beautiful,

articulate,

double Oscar winning actress,

telling,

Peoria, Victoria,

Brossard,

whatever,

I love this woman,

and we form,

a stable family unit,

and it’s important,

not for approval,

or accceptance,

but,

because our rights,

still,

today are not,

guaranted,

and these,

people vote.

So,

 we need,

the Jodies,

of the world,

to stand up,

out and proud.

Well,

I think so,

What do you think?

Later girls

BB

Be warned: Hormonal content

Well,

it’s still raining,

really raining,

I like the rain,

but,

there are limits !!

Yesterday,

was my birthday,

nice quiet,

day.

I’m feeling,

introspective,

but,

that’s more,

hormones,

than,

birthdays.

Part of being,

a woman,

dealing with hormones.

I never really,

 suffered,

the side effects,

of hormonal,

flux,

until I hit,

my forties,

before that,

I was a watch,

a,

Swiss one,

well,

set,

that keeps,

perfect time,

a precision,

instrument,

that requires,

very little,

maintenance,

to perform,

well.

But,

with my forties,

dust and gunk,

have gathered,

in the mechanism,

and now,

sometimes,

it goes a little,

haywire,

fast,

slow,

all over the place.

But,

the thing is,

when,

the works,

are sound,

maintenance,

and if,

required,

an overhaul,

will get you back,

ticking away,

used to be,

an advertising slogan,

for Timex watches,

It Takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’

🙂

Oh,

the hormones,

also,

affect my sense,

of humour,

and,

analogy.

I’m reading,

Smilla’s Sense of Snow,

should talk about,

it,

and,

The Assitant,

later this week,

just,

so you don’t,

despair,

that my blog,

has become,

a rant,

on birthdays,

and,

pre-menoposal hormones.

Later girls,

BB

 

Still…

So, far,

it’s a grey,

rainy morning,

hopefully,

the book lovers,

will emerge,

nonetheless:-)

Well,

it’s my last day,

being,

forty-five,

friends have been,

extra attentive,

this year,

bunch of sweethearts,

massaging,

the old butch ego,

telling me how,

I don’t look a day,

over forty-five:-)

I’m not old,

I’ m not even,

middle aged,

my life,

in so many,

ways,

is just starting,

everyday,

I learn new things,

I still dance,

I still sing,

I get righteously idignant,

on a regular basis,

still plenty of,

get up and go,

in this ole bod:-)

Must,

keep on,

being open to,

new routes,

new experiences,

so many,

books to read,

so many,

songs to sing,

so many,

people to meet,

so many,

kisses to be shared,

so much,

still.

In the words of,

Bon Jovi,

It’s my life it’s now or never, I ain’t gonna live forever, I just want to live while I’m alive.

so,

live,

it is!!

To quote,

a wise woman,

of my acquaintance,

Still,

lots of frisbee,

to play,

I like that,

positive,

and,

fun.

Later girls,

BB

Poetry, maybe it means…

I love poetry,

always have,

for many years,

read,

decades,

I thought,

I didn’t,

get,

poetry,

I thought,

I was,

too thick,

too concrete,

to understand,

the deep meaning,

the symbolism,

and yet,

so many,

lines,

phrases,

stanzas,

captured,

my imagination.

  No man is an Island-John Donne,

this spoke to,

the humanist in me.

    There is no joy in Mudville-Ernest Lawrence Taylor  

this spoke to,

the fatalist in me,

oh, and the Habs fan:-)

  A thing of beauty is a joy forever- John Keats

appealed to my sense,

of aesthetics,

 My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends –
It gives a lovely light.

this appealed to,

the party butch,

in me,

as did,

Live fast die young, leave a good looking corpse:-)

but,

nowadays,

with middle age,

upon me,

I want to live to,

be old and grey,

and,

recite,

Barrett-Browning,

How do I love thee ?  let me count the ways

or,

Whitman,

  I sing the body electric,

to the woman,

I love,

Hope Springs eternal

So,

maybe,

poetry,

is about,

feeling,

evolution,

reception,

but,

mostly,

about,

love,

and,

hope:-)

Later girls,

BB

Coyote, Judaism and Soul food

Wow,

what a morning,

honestly,

it’s the only appropriate,

word,

wow.

Sales yesterday,

were amazing,

I don’t want to be greedy,

but,

if the whole week,

was like that,

I’d be grateful,

I’m thinking,

of doing,

 a little,

ex parte,

communication,

with,

St-Jude,

can’t hurt,

right?

My reading lately?

Sporadic,

all over the map,

examples?

In the last week,

I have read,

an Ivan E Coyote,

a book on Judaism,

for proselytes,

which it turns out, means Gentile converts. who knew?

and a book,

of Great American Poetry,

like I said,

eclectic!

The Ivan Coyote,

is a book of stories,

Close to Spider Man,

and was given to me,

by someone,

near and dear,

to my heart,

she described it,

as more,

vignettes,

than stories,

and,

I agree,

small slices of life,

growing up,

a tomboy dyke,

in the Yukon,

a funny, tender,

read,

not sentimental,

or cutsey,

simple evocative,

language,

  The women smelled of gift perfume, the men of new sweaters.. Iced window panes seperated us from the bitter white of winter outside. Everyone I’d ever known was still alive- from Walks Like

I can smell,

the new,

Shetland wool sweater,

itchy and warm,

and hear,

my grandfather’s laugh.

or this,

    I was an accomplished tomboy by this time, so I was used to hating my      clothes- from No Bikini

visions of a,

pink,

fleece lined jacket,

my mother,

brought home,

from a,

a shopping,

expedition,

eek!

I liked,

this book,

I like this writer,

I want to read more,

I will.

The book on,

Judaism?

Well, it literally,

fell off the shelf,

in the religion and,

spirituality section,

and I thought,

to myself,

what do you really,

know about Judaism?

Not a lot,

and,

fifty-six pages,

matches my current,

attention span,

so why not,

I’ve learned a bit,

and I enjoyed it,

and,

now,

I know the difference,

between,

reform and orthodox Jews.

The poetry?

well,

it’s good for the soul,

and my soul,

can always use,

nourishment.

Later girls,

BB

Maybe thirty-nine is the way to go.

Beautiful day,

sunny, warm,

Spring:-)

Sunday,

was Mother’s day,

happy belated,

mother’s day,

to all of you,

who are,

mothers,

to the rest of you,

I hope you had,

a lovely time,

with your mothers.

I made dinner for Mom,

her favourite,

Tortellini Alfredo,

if it’s starchy and cheesy, it works for mom:-)

I worked in some peppers,

and spinach,

so it wasn’t all bad,

she ate with gusto,

and a big grin,

on her face,

she’s a peach,

but,

you already know that.

For some reason,

Mother’s day,

always brings out,

the reflective in me,

makes me think,

how lucky,

I am,

it’s also,

very close to,

my birthday,

and that makes me,

reflective,

in another way,

sort of like new years,

but different.

With my birthday,

I tend to look back,

and wonder,

am I doing what I want?

Am I happy?

Strange thing,

happiness,

hard to explain,

everyone having,

different criterion,

for evaluation,

but,

by,

most measures,

I’m happy,

most of the time,

health is good,

entourage good,

job is good,

although, extra money could always help:-)

so yeah,

I’m happy,

and hopeful,

about things,

on a professional level,

and on a personal level,

it’s just the number change,

no longer,

early forties,

barely mid forties,

may be I should have,

pulled a Jack Benny,

and stopped counting,

at thirty-nine,

nice number,

that,

thirty-nine.

Well gotta go,

Later girls,

BB

Philosophy from unlikely sources?

      You can’t know your future unless you create it

Girls,

How are ya?

I think,

I may have,

mentioned,

in the past,

I like quotes,

I collect them,

sometimes they come,

from books,

from greeting cards,

from bumper stickers,

whatever,

where ever,

ads,

posters,

if,

they capture,

my imagination,

I jot ’em down,

in the ole Moleskin,

The current Moleskin notebook has scotch taped to the cover Emma Goldman’s mug shot:-)

For a while,

years ago,

when I was,

on an extended,

sick leave,

my ex,

used to send me,

a quote,

every day,

sweet,

thoughtful,

a good friend.

Nothing wrong with being sentimental is there?

But,

the quote,

that started this,

post,

it comes from,

an unlikely,

place,

it comes,

from,

the elastic band,

of my boxers.

I know, I know!! I can hear you now, BB is talkin’ about her boxers again. But, in my defense this is… a source, a disclosure thing, you know… truth in blogging:-)

Interesting,

philosophical proposition?

cheap pop psychology?

marketing ploy?

How about,

all of the above,

What if?

even though,

the clear,

and,

stated objective,

is,

let’s face it,

to sell you,

something,

does that make it,

any less,

true?

Consider,

sure it sells,

running shoes,

and,

t-shirts,

and a,

lifestyle,

but,

still,

shouldn’t we?

Just do it!

excercise,

create,

tie one on,

dance,

Let go,

Let loose,

Work hard,

Make love,

Not War,

whatever it may be.

Would,

I Think Therefore I am,

be,

any less true,

because,

you read it,

on a t-shirt,

or,

a billboard?

But, what do I know?

I think philosophy,

comes from,

boxer shorts:-)

OK,

cheek very painful.

Later girls,

BB

a

Foggy brainstorms

Good morning, Girls,

apologies,

for being,

a little bit,

absent,

this week,

it’s been a tough one,

but,

nothing,

I can’t handle:-)

The election,

the rainy weather,

all conspired to,

make me a little,

sluggish,

my mood is fine,

it’s just fatigue.

Well, I got,

a decent night’s sleep,

and the fog,

is lifting,

both,

literally,

and,

metaphorically,

weather wise the fog is going away, looks like sunshine.

I have had this idea,

well ideas,

in my head,

all week,

I just haven’t been,

able to articulate,

them.

foggy brainstorms?

Some of the things,

I have been,

thinking about,

what is a late bloomer?

will the left rise,

to the occasion?

Who will win the Stanley Cup?

Why do I like American writers so much?

What is reception theory, really?

I don’t have time,

this morning,

must go,

and charm,

the pants,

off,

some customers:-)

But, I’ll,

write later,

I promise,

and it,

might even,

be,

on one of these,

subjects.

Later girls,

BB