WHAT: Group Crawl (or bearwalk to protect the knees) back and forth along the parallel intersections on opposite sides of the highway
WHERE: Mackenzie and Trans Canada Highway intersection (Victoria, BC)
WHEN: WED. JULY 6. Crawling begins @ 5:30PM… Flash-Mob Style!
WHY: The better question is, why not?
The Colwood Crawl is a symbol of the jams within ourselves that restrict us from being consciously aware of our environment. Commuters encounter this crawl each day, and through our “Crawlture Jam”, we hope to inspire and empower them to recognize the importance of re-framing their perspectives on their social reality. We are not proposing a solution, we are proposing awareness. We all have individual choice and a voice to unblock our jams. Stop crawling and stand up! (What is a ‘culture jam’?)
We will meet in the parking lot of St. Joseph’s Church @ 785 Burnside Road West (Corner of Mackenzie) at 5PM.
Everybody Loves the Sunshine, 1976 | You may recognize this sample in: Brand Nubian – Wake Up (Reprise in the Sunshine), Common – Book of Life, Mary J. Blige – My life, Masta Ace – Turn It Up, Fundoobiest – Dedicated, Sick Lyrical Damager – It’s Over… just to name a few
New York-New York Hotel & Casino, Las Vegas | February 2010
I wore my favourite hat this past Friday. The hat was a hit! It was passed around like some courvoisier, all my friends had a try. My Irish friend, Stu, commented on how well it suited me. This reminded me of my love for this fedora, and an incident in Vegas: I wore this hat at Vanity nightclub.. where some dude on the dance floor grabbed it off my head. From behind. Just so you know, you do NOT touch anything on the head of a Leo. Hair, hat, head piece.. ANYTHING.. for any purpose. It’s equivalent to me snatching your spectacles and cleaning them for you or something. Personal space, yo.
Needless to say, my emotions took over. I yanked my beloved off his head, and swacked him across the face with it. Whoops. I felt a bit sheepish, especially after I saw the alarm in his eyes, and the shock on his face.. Poor guy probably just wanted flirt a little… but… oh well. I still stand my ground. I really don’t know what came over me, but from that night on, my grey felt fedora became known as “The Hat of Controversy.”
justeezy x dnn x jap_gurl | jeeve’s basement, Edmonton, AB | summer ’06
Jeeve’s basement was always a good chill spot: glow-in-the-dark.. everywhere, bunk bed, random 80s children’s toys, black and white TV, radio, and whatever else random bullshit there was.
This was the day when we played 21 for way too long, drank too many slurpies, laughed while watching “Requiem for a Dream”, and wrote a rhyme. Gut-busting, I tell you. It was the kind of day where randomness and stupidity reigned, but it also mysteriously offered a sense of accomplishment to a naive, reckless, and confused girl (maybe it’s because our rhyme was off the hook….naw, it really wasn’t).
These days, I feel fulfilled when I’m working hard… but throwback photos like this remind me not to put too much value on time… that keeping my spontaneity alive also fulfills my happiness.
For the last 3-4 years, I’ve been flipping back and forth between working hard and and playing hard, struggling to find the golden mean, while still remaining true to myself. I suppose the problem lies with me somehow attaching spontaneity only to pleasure….
The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, 1998 | Producer: Lauryn Hill | Contains: “Light My Fire” – The Doors
“Yo hip-hop, started out in the heart, Uh huh
Yo, now everybody tryin to chart
Say what? Hip-Hop, started out in the heart
Yo, now everybody tryin to chart
C’mon now baby c’mon now baby c’mon now baby c’mon, uhh
C’mon now baby c’mon now baby c’mon now baby c’mon”
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
My friend and Canadian burlesque dancer, Miss Rosie Bitts needs your help! She is a proud and passionate entrepreneur in the burlesque community. Just recently, one of her shows was cancelled less than 24 hours before show time, due to bar policies of nudity and alcohol in the same joint (re: http://mondaymag.com/articles/entry/the-week-may-19/). Last time we checked, those policies were in place at the time of booking the show. This is obviously a bigger problem of censorship. Why can women strip for money at a bar with liquor, but a burlesque dancer can’t entertain a crowd with humour, positive mantras, and a little nudity?