S.O.S.

Let's rename thee.

Microsoft Internet Explorer is inappropriately named; it is a support application (medium) for Microsoft and should really be called "WaSupp MS?" I also see clearly through my glass that "Windows" doesn't make sense as a name for an operating system, it simply should be called Soft's O/S and shortened to S.O.S.

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Final Pose

I have news for you. Peter Pan is here! …
In the euphoric state of a remembered dream, She decides,
“Never to grow up.”
from Pose, 1996 in Amos, Amas, Amat 2003 pp. 82–83.

POSE
1996

I have news for you.
Peter Pan is here!
He is reborn in a middle-aged woman.
She now buys inline skates.
Tinker Bell breathes a spell
In the updraft of her flowing hair,
Rings a heady impulsive beat into her ear,
Flashes the jeweled sparkle
Of the Northern Star into her eyes,
Frappes visions of clowns and ballerinas
Free from her mind.
Re-sewn tuxedo and cosmetic masque
Paint colourful jester
Donning pointe shoes
That blister her toes
As she pushes aged body
Into a dancer’s pose,
Her thoughts transcend physical being.
Think the rite words,
Soar to heavenly, pink-violet passions of sunset.
Think the light words,
Pony-playfully frolic in fresh fields of daisies.
Think the sprite words,
Find the miracle of parting water.
Feel the transition stage of pregnant delivery.
Think the bright words,
Refin(e)d rip-cord trust in living.
Think the right words.
A roam of intoxicating scents assault her senses.
Dawn cleanly showers its dew-laden grass,
Alberta yields earthy bursts of moist, tilled soil and
harvested crops,
B.C. pines eucalyptus evergreen,
Misty musk of Ontario Falls,
Morning rises her with donkey brays resounding
echoes
In a Singing Valley of majestic Rockies
Fracturing splitting notes of
the mountain’s rippling streams.
Hotly springs her cerebral orgasm of new thought.
Relaxed by noonday warmth
Of sun’s rays embrace,
She experiences sweat-lodge cleansing.
With the lightness of a realization,
She floats into evening’s veiled mystery
of a starless night,
Finds full-moon wonder in gentle rocking
Memory of her mother’s cradling arms.
Transcend into this second stage of living.
In the euphoric state of a remembered dream,
She decides, “Never to grow up.”

Stuck in an elevator with Mike Holmes

Mike Holmes
Being stuck in an elevator with Mike Holmes would allow me to ask him questions about building issues and to be able to talk to him about green issues as they pertain to the construction industry. I have heard criticisms about his going overboard regarding safety issues. The criticisms bother me because I feel he builds for current buiilding plans, but also as a foundation for futher development. Just because an owner may not have changes planned does not mean that a new owner might not. We are mortal after all. By using the opportunity to express respect, I might even get a hug!

This Day, This Moment

by Marlene Lacey (2007)


As your shadow lengthens westward,
arise in the glory of the eastern sunrise.

Honour yourself—
replenish your ever changing body
with the fruits of the earth;
feed your mind
with ageless pearls of wisdom
passed down to you.
Your early years shaped the path you are on;
early values direct your focus.
Everything you need to know, you know
or soon will know.

Honour your children—
shape their bodies and their paths;
feed these spirit vessels with the thoughts that you hold dear.
Trust your heart and their intuition.
Everything they need to know, they seek
through peace’s path paved with your patience and love.

In the brief course of your life
slow down and focus on this day:
Live in each hour;
Shape each minute;
Enjoy each moment.

Yesterdays are memories and building blocks
for today’s actions and thoughts,
redirecting tomorrow’s untried paths which hold:
the bliss of growth
the glory of passionate action
the splendor of the world’s beauty.

As your shadow lengthens eastward;
Give gratitude in the glory of the western sunset.
Rest well and dream new visions.
to bask in the enjoyment of your every moments.

Based on the Sanskrit, “The Salutation of the Dawn.”—Masterpieces of Religious Verse, ed. James Dalton Morrison, p. 301 (1948) which is attributed in some sources to Klidsa, Hindu dramatist and lyric poet of the fifth century, A.D.

MULTIMEDIA LIVING

Marlene Lacey
from Amo, Amas, Amat
Poetry pp. 52–54

My living is my learning.
A “see-say-do” dance
to educate myself.
Throughout my life,
I will snatch every creative person
as a lead dancing partner
to guide and teach me.
I will mimic their steps,
then choreograph my own.

I will stir images
made from soft bristle brushes
licking the sweetest sights
with long lean strokes
milked by the metamorphosis
of multiple Gaussian blurs.

I will sprinkle sounds
a beat of a bass line with
vibrations that reverberate in the chest
and restart all the stopped hearts.
I’ll cross fade and mix layers
of the smoothest acoustics
in a mystical transmigration
embalmed by effects like
modulating vibrato, frequencies
resonating weird but wonderful wah-wah warbles
to titillate mellifluous musical meditations.

I will stage a sparkling show of fireworks
swirling in a mirage of mirrored sunbursts
creating a charming omni-rainbow light
drawing dreams from the dizzied depressed
by spiraling shafts of light upwards
set candles afire to fuel flames of romance in the unfeeling
and focus the lens to flare on philosophical truthfinders.

I will add the ambrosia of aromas to liquer
and assault the senses with
drops of delicate, delicious perfumes
that would soar a war bride’s heart once again
simultaneously stimulating several
of their most sensual secret memories.
Awakening and uplifting like an early morning sun on a cool day
with a freshly-applied top note
of bergamot, heliotrope, mimosa, chamomile and citric accords.
Dissipating fragrances of wondrously pleasing bright and airy florals
envelope a vapour of defiance and irresistibility
in “look-at-me” scents of
ylang ylang, lily of the valley, violet leaves, rose, jasmine,
heliotrope, and geranium.
Invoking sultry and seductive, sexy, but teasingly warm,
rich and smoky, edgy and sophisticated, or dreamy and exotic
image from an amazing lingering classic base of sandalwood,
vetiver, oakmoss and vanilla
A bouquet to inspire
a glamorous paradise fantasy island getaway.

I will practice standing on my tiptoes,
point my toes so sharply that the smallest
part of me is grounded.
I will raise and stretch my arms
use the vision of my pie-in-the-sky dreams
close my eyes so that I can focus on a point
beyond everyman’s rainbow
to stretch further
than even I can imagine.
I will hold this position
throughout the remaining days of my life.

I will look forward to my grand finale, for
happiness is my journey; it is not my destination.
I will treasure every step of its path.

Use Music to Heal Your Broken Heart

You aren't alone when you hurt. The writers and the singers who do their craft well are ones who know the feelings that you have. Through music, thoughts and feelings are shared with you. Use music to heal your broken heart and cry if you have to. One day, you'll learn the one you should love the most is your own sweet self.

You've Got a Friend by James Taylor

Sooooo lonely a time after a break-up. If you have a good friend to lean on, the lonely times disappear. You're never alone when listening to a song. If the music was given to you by someone you cared for and you know that the feeling was reciprocated, it is easier to remember you are loveable. My first love gave me this song.

My Heart Can't Tell You No by Rod Stewart

There's someone else around the corner ready to love you when you are ready to open up your heart.

The Best by Tina Turner

It is better to have lost than never to have loved at all. If you learn to love yourself as you did the other person then you'll realize that it is really you that is "The Best".

Let me tell you what I do

I run an inter-media publishing company which develops and maintains a number of print publications and websites . I work creatively and technically with a wide range of clients from individual artists to corporate and government entities, helping them develop their creations, products and/or services. My company is a key player in creating a consistent marketing and branding strategy. On a daily basis, I integrate media and I write, edit, design, publish and market in print and electronic formats using my photography, writing, graphic, audio, design and social media skills. I am always prepared to think outside of the box and to do so often involves a mental rewind before playing and dancing forward.

The Art of Mathematics

Mathematics requires creative thinking. Look at a problem, view it from learned perspectives and then think of a creative way to view it again. Visualize, imagine, play, experiment, rethink and do it all over again. Create a hypothesis, test it, wonder what is wrong, fix it then … do it all over again. Tweak your thoughts, expand your mind, look elsewhere for inspiration and apply new concepts to old problems, examine new tools, apply new tools, and do that all over again. Arithmetic is not mathematics. Using existing knowledge and reapplying it to the same problems is not mathematics. Mathematics is wondering.

Mathematics is creative play with ideas, shapes, formulas, spaces, machines, … the list will go on. Mathematics transforms a mind, expands it.

Primary grade teacher interupts a student lost in thought, "So what is 3 plus 3, Johnny?"

"Heck, I dunno." he says. "I'm imagining putting my Lego together. I had these three kits that I got for my birthday. I was really excited about them. ('Cause, I love Lego®.) Darn it all, my younger brothers lost pieces out of each one. I just want to play with my Lego. I was wondering what I can make with the pieces that I've got."

After his spoken musing, Johnny looked at the irritated teacher. She was concerned about Johhny's failing grade and it showed on her face. He saw three worry lines on his teacher's forehead and thought, "That's 1 worried teacher!"

"Oh, all right," he reacted to her furrowing brow and put more thought into her question. Quickly, he put up both of his hands; three fingers were raised on each hand. "2", he says, "three fingers on this hand and three fingers on this hand. That's two hands. So, 3 plus 3 is 2. Can I think about my Lego now?"

"Johnny!" snapped the teacher, "I think you should remember that 3 plus 3 is 6. You need to know this before you can move on."

"Oh, teacher," he said as he had already got back to his wondering about his Lego. "I really don't think I'm wrong. You know if I make one building out of my 3 Lego sets and if I do it again, I'll have 2 buildings. So, I just don't understand why you think 2 is a wrong answer."

(If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy reading Lego® Love. You'll see that I like playing with Lego in a different way, like Johnny, I think mathematics should be creative play.

Educator

An educator at heart, I love layering and mixing various media photographic, graphic images, sound and video, discussing varied philosophies, exploring user interface and software issues. I am curious about people's different reactions, particularly when it comes to design issues whether it is in a room or on a computer screen. I wonder how ergonomics, colour, light, word choice, placement affect people’s reactions; interested in helping to create an environment where people feel included and assisted rather than excluded and frightened. I am a multimedia artist for peace. I believe healthy relationships are likely the most important variable in one's life. I look forward to a time everyone truly is welcomed. Passionate to a point that I can be annoying, I simply try not to care, yet it is a strong likelihood that I withdraw until I alone build my courage back up. I believe an open mind is a healthy one; we should be able to talk about anything, learn as much as we can and die trying, love doing what we feel soul-bound to do before we expire. I am arrogant enough to believe I can help anyone … I stupidly don't stop trying. I believe kind words, the right music, poetics are best solutions in our fast-paced days; we too often forget to take our next biggest breath to keep on keeping on, to focus on the positive and when anger and pain get us down, that we realize the real work of living is learning to dissolve the negative thought. I repeat myself, rewrite old stories. When the day comes that I may ask what matters most to you, there is a strong likelihood that underneath it all, your response is also what matters the most to me. You can never be too young, too old, too immature, too inexperienced, or even too tired for me to find something that I can relate to you about. All that being said, what really grabs my attention is finding tools that allow my creative juices to flow and create things that allow me to inspire, motivate, and hopefully endure long past my lifetime. I want to be an occasional seed of thought in your mind that allows you to be happy and help you believe that no matter whom you are that the world is a better place because you are in it. Modeling the behaviour for others to follow is one of my steps to success. I am my own best teacher, revisiting my lessons, rereading my own words. My nothing is everything. I'm at a stage in my life when I like myself yet feel confused when others don’t. Shyly, I hide behind graphics and other icons; it is a rare photograph that you will see of me.