it is late at night here in los angeles, my hands are cold and i'm typing by twinkle light.
this is my first foray into the proper blogosphere.
it's kind of exciting.
in a nerdy way...
which is kind of the only way i get excited about things...
in a nerdy way...
which is kind of the only way i get excited about things...
not entirely sure what i'm going to write about, but i think i'll figure it out as i go?
i hope?
we shall SEE!
...
tomorrow (technically today, but it's still yesterday to me... wait, what?) is thanksgiving.
TURKEY!
STUFFING!
MASHED POTATOES!
PUMPKIN PIE!
...
YAMS!
...
mmm, i'm getting hungry just thinking about it.
....
on a side note
i took this picture in eureka a couple of weeks ago in the most incredibly overstuffed antique store. you know, the dusty, fusty kind with paintings of squirrels and ships leaning against the walls and one-eyed owl salt shakers peering out at you from impossibly old china cabinets... in other words, my favorite kind of antique store.
it's fun to hunt for treasures.
i bought two rings there, one which looks just like a little watch but doesn't tell the time (and i made sure it never will by washing my hands while wearing it no more than ten minutes after i bought it... ring watch, i'm sorry...).
i took this picture in eureka a couple of weeks ago in the most incredibly overstuffed antique store. you know, the dusty, fusty kind with paintings of squirrels and ships leaning against the walls and one-eyed owl salt shakers peering out at you from impossibly old china cabinets... in other words, my favorite kind of antique store.
it's fun to hunt for treasures.
i bought two rings there, one which looks just like a little watch but doesn't tell the time (and i made sure it never will by washing my hands while wearing it no more than ten minutes after i bought it... ring watch, i'm sorry...).
this makes me think,
wouldn't it be nice to be a member of a club
with a properly improper clubhouse
in a tree
a treehouse
a treehouse
(of course)
we'd drink tea
have little cakes
have little cakes
read poetry
and books
and wear handkerchiefs on our heads like little sailor hats
with feathers sticking out on top?
with feathers sticking out on top?
we could be called
the hanker chiefs.
i think that would be really nice.
i think that would be really nice.
why am i not sleeping?
sheep, come here, let me count you....
sheep, come here, let me count you....
ax
beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI hanker for a treehouse full of chiefs too :-)
Ali, this is so cute, nice, overwhelming... i really hanker for more of such stories. Thanx, Andy.
ReplyDeletekeeping a child's perspective in the crazy adult world is a lost art that needs to be reclaimed. i remember days growing up in the small town of rockford, mi and having so many adventures with the dearest of friends, only to find my world later transformed by the divorce of my parents and then moving and changing schools often.
ReplyDeletei found myself trying to rekindle friendships like i once had, and in my attempts, finding my effort lost to yet another uprooting and starting over somewhere else. this does lead one to have certain apprehensions about getting close to people, which can and did lead to periods of isolation, but i only share this to possibly relate to others who may have experienced the same growing up, and to say there's always hope.
things changed for me, though, when i started my love affair with music, and realizing that the expression of art is something i know i'm created for, which is what i want to pursue as long as i'm here. i think keeping a positive attitude is important in our search for true identity, and not ever letting go of the beauty of a child's heart, and at least for me, faith is something that keeps me grounded in hope as i process whatever chaos may be present in my day to day adventures.
i'm finding that chaos may be the necessary ingredient to the birth of beautiful things, and currently i seem to be somewhere within the transition of that journey. i've been single for several years, which is both blessing and a curse, depends on my attitude i guess, but it has allowed for a time to grow and to possibly realize what i'm really looking for, both in life and with whom to share it with. and i wonder if it's so wrong to believe in fairy tales? to believe there's one woman who really is meant to be? for me, i choose to believe.
THE WIN-WIN-WIN-WIN-SITUATION
ReplyDeleteDear Alison, last night i founded a club of which i’m member #1. The club is called HCFH “Hanker Chiefs For Handicapped”. The members are friendzys living far away from frenzy Ali. They therefore are not able to attend Ali’s shows, but their goal is to make other people happy that could never visit Ali’s shows without “Hanker Chiefs” who stand up for them.
These people are anyhow disabled, blinded or spending their lifes in wheel chairs, or somewhat else. I have lived in a wheel chair after my brain stroke ten years ago. I know what i’m talking about. Or, what also may happen, they drifted undeserved in a financial bottleneck and cannot pay the ticket. I’ve lost hundreds of thousands of Dollars in the music business by untrue people. I know what i’m talking about.
Wouldn’t it be nice to find a way how to manage this stupid situation? Here the ones who could pay but can’t go, there the one’s that want go, but can’t pay. Maybe this is a frenzy idea, but i'm sure that there are many fanzies around that globe who would share.
To make a start and as member #1 of the “Hanker Chiefs”, i would donate for the upcoming three AFF-shows at the Largo’s music theatre each 2 tickets for persons to be choosen by you or by the theatre. I have tried unsuccessfully to get in touch with Largo. Maybe you find this a stupid, unrealistic idea. Then you must ignore and delete my entry. Maybe you think about and we can find a way how to manage, for now or for later. If you want, you can reach me at any time at a.burckhardt@gawnet.ch or find abdelgamal on twitter. I believe in you, dear Ali.
i'm sitting at jumpin java in grand haven, mi, actually the place i wrote the above post to you on march 3. my mom grew up in this little town on the lakeshore. it's a beautiful place, especially walking along the boardwalk and to the lighthouse at the end of the pier. the waves were active today. lots of birds flying. perfect weather. the waves crashing like cymbals. harmony. perfect harmony. :)
ReplyDeleteDear Alison
ReplyDeleteMay we present you this as little vote of thanks.
Please accept our words on behalf of the Heinsheim kids.
And from all of us big friendzy kids,
Adoring you and knowing to be loved by you:
ODE TO ALI
Fly with us ……
Dream with us …….
We all came here
On earth beyond our own will
We came here
Knowing nothing about our talents
Or our capacities
Having a long way ahead
A long way of permanent learning
A long, stony way to go
Full of luck and happiness
Full of disappointments and sorrow.
We all are here
Having long lists of dreams
And wishes
Trying to do and to give of our best
Everyone on his way
In his capacities.
We all are asking You
For Your confidence
And please, consider these words
An expression and promise
Of our confidence.
We all really love You
You can roar
You can whisper
You can scream
We love Your talents
Your extraordinary voice
Which is – don’t forget it
A gift from heaven
That not one of us ever may abuse
But –
We do not only love Your talents
Or Your voice
Which are far away from any mainstream
Or average
We mainly love You
Your very special and modest personality
Your smiling
And Your twinkling eyes
Just Your love inside.
We all are happy people
Having the chance to be Your friends
Stealing horses with You
Sharing a part of Your life
Even may it be a short one...
Abdelgamal, May 7, 2010
Your right Alison it is fun to hunt for treasures, especially the ones that make you climb over mountains and swim through seas to get. And you should write a book about that, a book about the little boys who we call the 'Hanker Cheifs' I think it would be a very intersting read, and it seems that happiness would be all to prevelant in it!
ReplyDeleteNOT EASY
ReplyDeleteI was on search
Of hidden secrets
And finally have found.
Not where i’ve searched
Not in hidden treehouse
Not under rocks
Where your ravished soul
Had tried to crawl.
I found your words
I found your message
A bulb of thousand watts
Began to cheer
My inner core.
I feel a flood of warmth
I feel a flood of joy.
This makes not easy
To keep the word
That must be kept
A word as white
As a dove
This word I mean is
....
And then I found
Something beyond
The frenzy artist
Behind the mirror
Free of camouflage
What I see is just a dream
Pictures not for all to see
But for me
It’s only you, just you
Magical woman angel like.
This makes not easy
To keep the words
That must be kept
But the words I mean
So bright and clean
And they are true
. .... ...
Please decide
We two being friends
Sharing some time
And thoughts
Not for real
But by our hearts and minds
Ali.Sudol.
Please don’t write again
No more rhymes
Abdelgamal, May 13, 2010
PROJECTIONS
ReplyDeleteA real friendzy is
In perfect coincidence
With your thoughts
With your words
And with your actions.
A real friendzy wants
To back you
Spreading your word
Giving you confidence
And courage.
A real friendzy knows
That you are honorable
And humble
Noble in mind
And heart.
A real friendzy hopes
To become friends
With you one day
Here on earth
Or among the stars.
The world would need
More Alison’s
But we are happy
With the one that is.
Begging you
Please stay as you are.
abdelgamal, September 24, 2010
Thanks, as always, for inspiration. Karma is smiling and blowing your way. ;)
ReplyDeleteoh pooh, you're such a silly bear, sitting there so full of love, in search of sweet honey and a home in a tree... do you feel the kisses blowing in the wind? they're so sweet and soft to the touch, just like that honey you love so much.
ReplyDeleteone year and a thanksgiving dream~ of a treehouse clubhouse, stories, poetry, little cakes and cups of tea~ may all your dreams succeed and make your heart smile bigger than the warmth of the sun~
ReplyDeletehappy happy thanksgiving