That’s right ladies and gentlemen!

…ok, Orchid.

We’re moving! Every VanGogh must go!

It’s time to expand and share with my Facebook peeps the flavor of my writing flair (oh jeez). But I can’t do it with this blog. Adventures In Strangeland has always been TMI inspired.

Since I’ve given up cock (indefinitely), yoga has once again become the center of my attentions.  Hey, I’m just taking a break, so to speak.  Seeing what else is around the corner.

Since I’m finally going to start my Yoga Teacher’s Training by mid-2013, then why not create an entire blog about my journey? I’ve chose three names for my new erudite disaster, but I want your opinion.

1) Cobra and the Moon (symbolic and not necessarily just about yoga)

2) Ouroboros Yoga (very serious, but my favorite in symbolism. However it may sound a bit too… too… pretentious)

3) Adventures On the Mat (the most innocuous of the three. Relatable?)

So whatta ya think?

**Btw, third blog entry for this week. Winning!

***Update:  Changed my mind, I like it better here. I’m sticking to Strangeland and that’s that!

Ahhhh… isn’t it nice when on any Saturday afternoon in Southern California you can get your hair done before going out to dinner with your best gays. All the while your adoring husband blows you a kiss through your kitchen window right before he goes off to his  garage makeshift guitar workshop?  Wanna know their secret?

Come close.

No closer.

THEY HAVE NO FUCKING KIDS!!!! 

Food for thought…

Today I deleted my profile on Ok Cupid. I’m officially on the wagon, and suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
Part of me wonders if anyone there is missing me yet. I feel like I’ve walked out of dating hell, and now I’m on a long journey into the unknown.
I can’t tell which feels worse really…

Some people claim that wearing black is an aspect of a low vibratory state.  Well I say P-SHAH to THAT! If a person radiates a strong enough light of their own then they will shine no matter what! Though it may have a bad rap, black will always be the go-to guy when a party is a-callin’ and a girl is in a cocktail dress quandary.  Besides, technically it’s not even a color, it’s the absence of it!  (So HA to you!)

Now don’t get me wrong,  I LOVE LOVE LOVE colors. The brighter, deeper, and most intense (especially if they’re all thrown together) the better.

(I’m afraid of the golden years. I can see  a hard future of wearing rainbow muu-muus sipping on Alkie Palmers for myself)

Incidentally, I deeply apologize to Miss Grace Jones.  Above all else, she’s the HBIC* when it comes to wearing black. Although she will never come close to my Lola Falana:

*(For the six of you who still don’t know what HBIC means go to www.urbandictionary.com and check it out for yourselves)

 

I just wanted to wish myself a Happy Barfday!!!!

Mostly because I’ve been sick as a dog and it takes a strong disposition for me to keep my ass in bed and overdose on British television drama on Netflix while waiting to heal up.

So this wasn’t a spectacular celebration, but I’m grateful that I have wonderful parents who made the utmost of the few hours we had together. Plus the fuzzy hat with ears I purchased at Target the day before got hella used and made me feel very “Where The Wild Things Are”.
I cannot ask for more, the universe is generous, and I am grateful!

So many times we’ve told to follow our bliss, follow our passion. We make an attempt, often finding ourselves in situations which reflect back quite the opposite.

A few weeks ago I was promoted to a full time job in an office/corporate environment.
For years now I’ve been fighting that very notion. I feared that my freedom would be cast adrift forever as I became another lost statistic to the “the man”.

(someday someone will have to explain to me who this “man” is. I keep visualizing this 3-foot stogie smoking, pin-striped suit wearing, little old bald man. If he’s isn’t sitting behind this mammoth of an ornate desk barking orders, then he’s struggling to get out of his chair so he can start kicking some shins)

Isn’t it funny how life always lays an ironic twist, and everything I reject I eventually have to face?

This time around part of me knows that this is just an adventure. A stepping stone of sorts.
It’s an opportunity to see what I don’t prefer, and turn it around so it becomes fun while I decide on what I truly want to do with the rest of my life.

I know this is just temporary, like everything else in life. So I choose to make it fun, and exasperating, and educational, and someday a distant memory.

Making the best of a situation and accepting it for what it is (with a healthy dose of grace) allows me to move on from it faster.
Especially if I get excited for what is to come, cosmically knowing that it is already here.

(… and that’s my fifth blog entry for the week! Eat it!)

And thus it begins…

Saturday I was over at a friend’s house and after a chat about this and that she mentioned stikk.com.
It’s a website dedicated to the procrastinator in all of us who needs to get moving and “giterdun”.
She asked me if I would be her referee, but we both knew that I needed to join more than she did.

Today is Monday October 22nd, and after exactly a year of owning adventuresinstrangeland.com I’m finally starting the blog.
I’ve had the genius idea of combining everything and anything which interests me, instead of having a different URL for each subject matter. I’m such a scatterbrain, it’s only right.

So what’s my challenge?
I’ve got twenty weeks to write five entries per week, otherwise see that little cherub with the bad page haircut on top? Her former employer gets my $100.

For those of you who don’t know who she is, that’s Maggie Gallagher.
She was once the president and chairman of the National Organization for Marriage.
Apparently some self-anointed bunch of assholes who oppose same sex marriage and/or other kinds of legal recognition.

I’m not much of a joiner and I’m horribly unpolitical, but no one is gonna stop my gay uncles George and Bill from someday meeting that special someone and making the biggest mistake of their lives. At least not while I’m around!