Jul 7, 2009

Wendy McNeill

My cab driver was playing this album and I was really into it so I asked him who it was and made sure not to forget so I could look it up when I got home.

And I'm glad I did, because this is really fucking good. I love finding new music I love.

You can hear more at http://wendymcneill.com and http://myspace.com/wendymcneill.

Enjoy.



-Love Marylin.
 

Jun 30, 2009

Impermanence

I keep trying to write about things that are going on in my life but it's just not happening. I'm just feeling too emotionally crazy right now to talk about anything mundane.

I've been watching a very long documentary, 'Walking With Dinosaurs' or something like that and it is extremely humbling and for some reason that makes me feel better.

Life on Earth began hundreds of millions of years ago. Since then, species have lived, evolved, strived, struggled, and died out. Even the dinosaurs, for example, who reined for a few million years... poof, gone.

Also since the beginning of life on this planet, the Earth has undergone so many major changes that have effected whether a species lives on or dies out. Major, MAJOR shifts in weather... millions of years of ideal tropical weather to millions of years of extreme cold and ice.

Extinction has been a matter of fact throughout history - no species is exempt from it. There are so many species today that it happens a lot more often then we're even aware of.

All it took was a comet hitting the Earth to wipe out the dinosaurs: they were just fine until that happened.

But of course, that could never happen to us, right?

It's not like, history repeats itself, or life works in cycles...

Anyway, the point I'm trying to make here, is that we humans have been here about a hundred thousand years or so. We're an arrogant creature who tends to believe we'll always be around, that nothing so horrible could happen in our lifetimes, that nothing like that is bound to happen for millions of years in the future, yada yada yada.

But logically, we should know without much doubt, that our fate is indeed, extinction. There's no reason it can't happen today as easily as it could happen in ten million years. We don't know. The earth will continue to change and go through cycles that inevitably change the climate and weather patterns - thus effecting all living things, from vegetation to humanity.

I'm sitting here, writing this at the bottom of what was once a very large, deep lake. Life if weird, and in its weirdness is awesome, uncontrollable, impermanent, and a never ending source of our curiousity.

It is by luck/fate that humans developed these large brains, giving us the ability to rise to the top of the food chain using technology rather than our own physical devices. We are unique in this way.

But I believe it's this uniqueness that allows us to be so arrogant and believe our species is so special as to be the only one in history to ever avoid the forces of nature and be exempt from extinction.

It's the same arrogance that allows us to believe life doesn't exist anywhere in the universe but here on earth, even though the universe is so ginormous that I don't think there's even a word suitable enough to describe how large it really is (and it never stops expanding).

We are smart, that's for sure. And there's a reason we evolved to be what we are. I won't pretend to know what that reason is, but I do believe everything happens for a reason.

What I don't believe, is that the earth is quite finished with us yet... we try to defeat nature, but we never do, not permanently anyway.

So, our species has been around for about a hundred thousand years. And only at the tail of hundreds of millions of years of life on the planet. Our existence is just a small fraction of history. We're pretty new to the game and there's no telling how long we'll be around.

And like I said, that is very humbling, and for some reason, makes me happy. Kinda takes the pressure off in a way, doesn't it?

Following this theme of impermanence, I watched a video earlier tonight (it came up in my feed reader) on the same subject, aptly titled Impermanence. It's a talk given by a monk on the subject of the Buddhist philosophy that nothing is permanent, everything is always changing.

I needed to hear it at this time. Emotions shift poles. Bodies live and die. The current changes. The mountain erodes. Nothing is permanent but our true selves. This too shall pass. I am not my body or my mind, I only have them to use as I see fit.

More peacefully humbling truths.
A lot for one day, but then again, good lessons to learn on days like this where all I feel like doing is lying in bed because I'm so depressed.


-Love Marylin.

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Jun 20, 2009

Earthlings

Watch this.

Because if you can't, you have no right to eat meat.


-Love Marylin.

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Jun 18, 2009

A Lot

Change is inevitable. Nothing ever stays exactly the same, nothing. ever. Yet, from moment to moment, everything seems so predictable.

You never expect anything extraordinary is going to happen, and if you do, that doesn't mean it will.

If you're happy. If you're in love. You assume it's going to last forever, because, well, why wouldn't it? What could possibly happen to destroy such happiness?

Thoughts of a very naive girl.

Life is ever moving, ever turning - falling and rising - crying and laughing.

I started out intent on being casual. Fought it. Been fighting it for a long time now.

I fight it because you want me to.

I fight it because I hold onto the hope that eventually all my fighting will have paid off and I can look you in the eye and tell you, "I'm over it."

But I'm not. Not even close.

And that makes me hate myself.

It's just too much to be contained, too much truth and emotion to bottle, to pin down, to articulate.

I am both genius and stupid when it comes to you.


-Love Marylin.
 

Jun 17, 2009

Geeks Are Sexy

Showing VS Telling... is actually pretty hard when you're trying to do it on purpose. But let's keep that between you and I and pretend all my writing comes out flawlessly and effortlessly - shhhhhh.

Myself and a few members of my writing group are collaborating on a collection of short fantasy stories, making this - let me see - my first attempt at writing fantasy. Yeah, so I'm a bit out of my element, which is good, don't get me wrong, it's always good to step out of ones comfort zone, but it is also a bit nerve racking.

I haven't even thought of a story to write: I just sat down and started writing and I have no idea where it came from or where it's going but there it is.

Last night was the Think Haus meeting - fun stuff. Men are silly creatures! But they are fun creatures nonetheless so it's all good. We're planning on having at Maker Faire at the end of the summer, but keep that on the down-low cause we JUST started planning.

Lots of projects going on. Tonight is a super top sekret meeting for a super top sekret project so mind your fucking business! ;)

This Saturday Jodie and I are gonna hit the Maker's Market downtown. I'm not entirely sure what that is, but I'm almost positive it involves many booths with many artisans selling their wares. Homemade stuff rocks!

Next weekend I'm getting picked up by a strange man (love you Ronny!) and being driven up to Barrie where I will get shit-faced with my awesome friends Sunny, Blake, Lexi, the aforementioned strange man, and some other hobos. I have not been drunk in a while so don't judge! lol It's all for Canada Day... that's right... Canada Day.

The Black Dahlia.



I chose the movie because Mia Kirshner is in it and she is hot. So maybe that was a bad thing to base a choice on? I think so, because the movie kinda sucked. Plus, she was barely in it! I don't want to look at Scarlett Johansson thank you very much!

Oooh! Onto yet another subject, I'm going to Ikea tomorrow morning for the first time, and though I hate the idea of Ikea, I have heard that it is indeed a weird place to be so I wanna see for myself :P

Today is fun with Don day.

Uninteresting blog post written - check.

Be good.


-Love Marylin.

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Jun 13, 2009

Eat And Breathe

Holy shit it's been a while.

I'm sitting at my desk in my new studio/office/workspace (choose one) and I fuck-ing-love-it. I pulled it all together today and it's pretty much done. My desk is so much bigger, I have storage, I have a balcony with sunlight and fresh-air - the only thing I can complain about at the moment is the white-trash neighbours who sit outside and drink beer while talking much too loudly about nothing and occasionally getting into a verbal match where whoever can swear at the other the loudest and most inappropriately wins.

But I say, they're all winners *thumbs up*

I live in one of the good neighbourhoods in Hamilton and these people stick out like a sore thumb.

Anyway, I can't let myself get stressed out about it. I've been in de-stress mode since last Sunday morning at meditation.

You see, when meditating, one is still. Breathe. Relax. Let thoughts drift away. Bring awareness to the moment. It's a wonderful thing. Jodie and I started going to Sunday morning meditation at a Buddhist temple up the mountain and we both loved going - it made the whole rest of the week better. But we stopped going due to early mornings being hard and most likely approaching cold weather.

Now it's about a year later and we're dragging our asses back into Bodhisattva-ness damnit.

Last Sunday was our first time back and it was an eye-opener.

I sat on the cushion, tried to relax, breathe, close my eyes.

First sensation - racing thoughts. Not just racing thoughts, but thoughts flashing by at a frequency so fast that I could hardly decipher what the thoughts were about.

Since last summer I've been working pretty hard at not having to think those thoughts that make me worried, sad, anxious, afraid, etc. T.V. on every night, all night long as I slept because the t.v. would allow me to fall asleep without having to be alone with my thoughts. The t.v. was the distraction. I didn't care what was on, as long as it distracted me, put my brain on zombie mode, I guess you could say.

Having the t.v. on while you sleep is SO bad for you. You don't get a proper rest and you don't remember your dreams. You wake up feeling gross. Also, it's addicting.

When I wake up in the morning the first thing I do is check my email, and then I'm pretty much on the computer all day. More distraction.

I'd been living like this for months and months and I had no idea I was even stressed out.

So last Sunday was the first time in a LONG time that I was forced to be completely quiet, still, aware, and it was as if all those thoughts I'd been distracting myself from came flooding through, the damn had broke. It was disturbing.

I then became aware of my breathing. Breathe in, breathe out. Long, slow, smooth breaths - that's what I tried to do... except my breaths came out short, shaky, and uneven. I couldn't breathe, that's how stressed I was.

My third sensation was pain. Nothing new, but it was worse than usual - perhaps because I was attempting to unclench from months of a stiff, tight body? Or perhaps it was merely because I was paying attention.

It was a horrible morning and left me depressed for the rest of the day. But it also opened my eyes to how poorly I take care of myself. So I decided then and there that I couldn't go on like that anymore and here I am a week later, already feeling so much better.

It's really sad when you tell your shrink that you "started to eat and breathe this week." I didn't realize how crazy that sounded till she pointed it out. Shit. What the fuck am I doing to myself?

Right. So tomorrow morning is attempt number two at meditating - I look forward to it.

Oh, and I've canceled my cable so there's nothing on anymore. Ha!

It appears as though I've rambled on quite a bit already. You might wanna take a bathroom break, cause I have a lot more to talk about.

Okay you're back! lol

George.

George racked up a $450 vet bill the other week (talk about stress). You may remember me mentioning that I took pictures of his asshole? Well I took him to the vet and it turned out he had a bladder infection - apparently bladder infections do weird things to male cats *shrugs.* He had to stay at the vet for two nights and they sent him home with two different medications and a plastic cone around his neck.

First let me tell you: George just might look cuter when he's wearing his cone then when he's not. It's too sweet to describe - I have to recommend getting your cat a cone. Pictures are coming, don't worry.

George is also freakishly undisturbed by this huge cone around his neck: he's been wearing it for a week and a half straight with zero problems. And don't tell him I told you this, but the thing is on so loosely that he could just slip his head out of it if he wanted to.
My theory? He doesn't want to.

I didn't get off that easy though. He's being so stubborn about taking his pills. I've tried disguising them in all kinds of yummy things - bacon even! He's onto me. He knows what's up. He eats around the pill or he eats the food then spits the pill out, still intact!

I've had good luck for the past two days with some wet food and cat milk so I just pray it lasts till he's done his meds cause he needs to get rid of his infection - poor guy.

And that's what's up with George - he has an exciting life.

Encyclopedia Dramatica.

Heard of it?

Me neither. Well, at least up till a few weeks ago. Now I know very well what it is. It seems my epic Suzi Blu blog post caught their attention and inspired an article of their own - it's apparently part of a series on whores, according the site. Karma really is a bitch.

On to more important things: I've watched three Monty Python movies so far and they rock: Holy Grail, Life Of Brian, and Meaning Of Life. I feel there's a good chance I might start 'getting' the references people make now lol.

I also got in a few other movies in the past couple weeks:

Chaplin - definitely good enough to own. Jersey Girl - wtf? I'd like my hour and a half back please. The Hours - I've probably watched this six times in the past two weeks and have officially added it to my list of favourites. He's Just Not That Into You - no.

The white trash are blasting hip-hop... bad hip-hop.

Hey, while I'm on pet-peeves, is it just me or is it incredibly annoying when the elevator door opens and you start to walk out but people start walking in instead of letting you walk out first? Isn't it proper elevator etiquette to let those who are in the elevator get off before the people waiting for the elevator get on? Yes, I think it is. And if it's isn't, it damn well should be.

I think that's good enough for now as far as blog posts go.

For me, blogging is cathartic, so when I go a while without doing it, I start getting a bit antsy.

P.S. My mum unloaded a fuck-ton of good quality oil paints and some acrylics too. I'm going to take a bath in them now.


-Love Marylin.

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May 30, 2009

Nothing To See Here

Where do I even begin creating a banner/header for my blog? I used to be half-decent at doing that stuff, now I'd rather hire someone. Anyway, I need to make one as soon as possible because the current one just isn't cutting it for me.

My dear friend, Brenda, gave birth to a baby boy today - that is awesome, she's always wanted to be a mother and now she is... can't wait to meet him, he probably has red hair just like his mommy!

I had big plans for the weekend, plans to get a lot of shit done, but I haven't been able to stop sleeping! I have no idea why I'm so tired, but tired I am and I've done practically nothing productive.

Meh, my body wants sleep, I'll give it sleep, and get to work when I'm nice and rested.

I took pictures of George's asshole earlier today.

Yup, kitty porn. And no, I'm not joking. There's something wrong with his asshole and I needed to show Lexi - the queen of cat butts to get her opinion.

The things I do for those I love...

Another trip to the vet may be in store. Yay.

I can't write for shit when I'm this tired.

Sean brought some movies over the other night, all of which I've never seen. We watched 'A Fish Called Wanda' - very funny! He also brought 'Spaceballs' and since I've never seen 'Star Wars' I might not 'get it' but hopefully it'll be entertaining anyway.

Last but not least, he brought 'Monty Python - The Holy Grail' - my first time seeing any Monty Python! I watched half of it last night and give it the thumbs up. I'll watch the other half tonight and I'm sure this will just make me want to watch the other ones.

It's pretty bad, all the movies/shows I have not seen. Scary, really. You'd think I was raised Amish or some such weirdness.

Aaaanyway, Sean is helping me get a proper movie education. He also brought over a saw for me to borrow... don't ask!

Speaking of movies, Jodie is a bit of a film-connoisseur and did a very good thing - she started a blog about it! It's brand new, but I recommend subscribing cause she does know films! It's aptly named, She Watches Too Many Movies.

Did I mention how tired I am?

Anyway, this is my favourite part so far of the Monty Python Movie:




-Love Marylin.

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May 26, 2009

The Perfect Drug

My niece, Amelie, is eight months old and she is a freak of nature.

I mean that in the good way: she is going from not really crawling, to being able to stand up and walk while holding onto something. I think that's just nuts! She "crawls" by standing on her feet and hands... it's quite something.

Mind you I have little to no experience with babies so perhaps that is not so abnormal, but I think it's just amazing.

She is also ginormous and so strong. I think she's probably pretty close to being a perfect baby.

I love her to death but don't get to see her often and I really, really hate that.



She's the happiest being I've ever met and she infects you with it... better than any medication.

I wish this world wasn't so fucked up.


-Love Marylin.

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May 25, 2009

Dear Anonymous

Re: The Real Suzi Blu

No more anonymous comments. If you are still in a Suzi Blu class and can’t post here under your real name, either email me and we’ll talk about it, or wait till you’re done the class before you comment.

If you’re here for any other reason than to talk about your bad experiences with Suzi Blu and support others stories, well, you really don’t need to be here, but if you insist on commenting anyway, you have to do so using your name.

If you have something important to say, you should be able to say it without hiding.

No more comments that are merely insults toward another that bear no relevancy to anything and only fuel flame wars: someone’s looks and personal life usually, are definitely irrelevant.

If you do make these sort of comments anyway, I’m telling you right now there’s a chance I will just delete them since they add nothing of importance and only serve to hurt others.

I do not go to your blog and fuel flame wars, I ask that you have the same courtesy for me.

This goes for all sides involved.

This video says it all quite well, actually:



If you can’t comment and want to lend support in some way, the best thing you can do is share the link and/or Digg it.

I don’t want to spend so much time dealing with immaturity when I could be using that time making art and writing the great Canadian novel ;)

Thank you very much and if you have any questions just email me houlemarylin@yahoo.ca

-Love Marylin.

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May 23, 2009

Action!

Okay The Hamilton 24 Hour Film Festival. Approximately three weeks later, I will now blog about it.

The Hamilton 24 Hour Film Festival is a film making contest in it's second year. The gist of how it works is you get people together to form a team and sign up. Each team receives the same line, prop, and location and the contest begins.

For the next 24 hours, your team has to conceive, write, film, and edit a movie that is no more than five minutes long and utilizes the line, prop, and location given.

The film must be handed in within 24 hours, not a minute later, or it is disqualified.

Sound like fun folks? Well it is.

I was recruited to help write the script for a team headed by a member of my writer's group. The team consisted of myself and the producer, Steve, as well as Sean, Mike, and one or two other guys whose names are escaping me (John and Tim? Something like that, anyway) as writers, a director whose name I also do not recall, Ted, whose role to me is unclear but was a helpful one, Jeanette - who rocks, and an actress who I did not meet because I wasn't involved in the filming process and she was the actress.

We met at Sean's and waited for the phone call telling us what our line, prop, and location was - until we received that information, we couldn't really do much.

But when the phone call came, it was pretty bad: the prop was a Canadian flag, the line was "show me the money," and the location was inside a car. Probably some of the shittiest prompts I've ever heard in combination. "Show me the money"? Yikes.

Brainstorming ensued and was slow coming - I had pretty much nuthin' but that's not new for me. I'd say I spent the majority of the night poo-pooing other people's ideas LOL - okay no I don't mean that in the way you're thinking! I just mean that I wanted to make sure the story was believable, that it wouldn't make the audience have to fill in the blanks, and that is wasn't obvious. I was hoping for something original.

Mind you, this wasn't my baby, it was Steve's, but I just wanted to do the best we could.

I know very little about writing for the screen and I've only done it once before this experience. I did spend a good chunk of the afternoon beforehand making notes but they didn't come in handy after all.

Let me tell you something else, I learned a whole lot about the differences between men and women when it comes to what they like to see, how they think, and what kind of ideas they have. Because before Jeanette arrived, I was the only person there without a penis - out-numbered I tell you! Suffice it to say that sex and violence were popular themes, especially stuck together, and in the end, that is what won out.

Now it's not like we had a lot to go with - I think we had two or three ideas altogether, which is kinda scary if you think about it cause we were there for hours brainstorming lol. But the chosen idea, for me, was bad. It wasn't anyone's bad idea, it was just too hastily dealt with. And again, this was not my baby, so the fact that I hated the idea didn't mean much - I was the minority.

The idea I would have gone with was very original and GOOD. It had only one issue but I think that issue could have been fixed quite easily.

The idea we went with was very cliche and BAD. The line was included in a completely unbeleivable way, it was offensive, unrealistic, incomplete, and compeltely testosterone fueled. The only thing about it that was good was the utilization of the prop. That was clever.

Aren't I the critic eh? Not a drop of experience and I'm snobbing it up! :P

What I am, though, is a writer. I am also a reader and a movie watcher. So I'm standing on that ;)

Where was I? Write. Writing, yes. Writing began: the four scenes were split up so the writing would go more quickly - I chose the last scene.

I learned that I suck at writing scripts hahaha. No seriously... I was the last to finish, I presented pages of writing where a few would have been more than enough from what I gather. Kind of embarrassing but whatcha gonna do?

But that was it, my part in the process was complete but I hung out for a while longer cause I like to watch stuff happen: Sean wrote the final draft in proper format and the story line was being done almost as soon as Sean finished typing the words.

What happened next I do not know: it was around 4-5am and my eyelids were getting droopy so home I went and left the rest to make movie magic.

They had to finish the story board, then do all that filming stuff (which I kinda would have liked to observe cause it's cool), then do the editing and hand it in to be scrutinized, analyzed, criticized, and ultimately judged by some important people I've never heard of.

The following weekend would be the awards event where we would find out how well our fair film actually fared. I'm not even gonna go into why I didn't attend this gala, because I really really wanted to - it was red carpet for saint Peter's sake! So I'll just move onto the conclusion.

I believe there were around 27ish teams in total who entered the competition this year and I believe our film ended up placing around 16-17ish? I don't remember what was said at the moment but I'm sure I'm close enough. I was surprised, I gotta say.

And there ya go, project film festival finis!

I had a a lot of fun participating in this. It was very frustrating but also so rewarding. I felt useful, which is rare for me these days, and there's a good chance I'll do it all over again if given the opportunity.

This may seem funny, but I haven't actually seen the film yet. I am currently working on getting hold of a copy - there's not way I can't watch a film that I helped create, that would just be foolishness. And when I do see it, I will let you all know what I think. Maybe I'll end up eating my words, you never know.

So there ya go. And thanks to Steve for attributing this to the Hamilton Writers group, that was really cool.

And... cut.


-Love Marylin.

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May 22, 2009

The Popcorn Was Good

Went and saw 'Angels & Demons' with Jodie tonight: the verdict? It was just as good/bad as 'The Da Vinci Code' was, a.k.a. it was better than a kick in the head.

Going to see a movie can be fun, but I rarely ever do. Why? Most movies that are played in theaters where I live aren't worth the trouble. If I want to see them bad enough, I'll wait and pirate the damn thing. Arrrrr! I was going to say, 'most movies they play in theaters (period) aren't worth the trouble' but Jodie says apparently they do have worthy movies played in other cities, like Toronto, for instance. Well I never go to Toronto so that sucks for me.

But as I was saying, most new movies (ahem Hollywood) are what I like to call "distraction movies." They serve the purpose of numbing my mind when I need to stop thinking and relax and forget my troubles and be distracted from life. They also sometimes provide laughs as a bonus.

I don't understand the industry, I just don't. They're remaking 'Melrose Place'? WTF is what I have to say to that. Why do they keep remaking everything! It always makes me feel bad for those ideas that are pushed aside in lieu of what's 'hot' - a real artist put work into something original and new, and we get to see a cast of bad actors in a t.v. show that is better off left alone... to live peacefully in film heaven, where bad shows/movies go to die.

So I pay for cable and rarely change the channel - it's almost exclusively on channel 44 - Comedy Central. I put it on for distraction and because 90% of what's on t.v. is just. so. sad. And I'm not talking depressing.

And I've been twiddling my thumbs for over a year waiting for 'The Rum Diary' and 'Dali & I: The Surreal Story' to come out. Those are the only two movies I'm whole-heartedly eager to hand over cash to see on the big screen. They're both supposed to come out this year, but who knows. I know that 'The Rum Diary' is in production only because I've seen pictures of Johnny Depp on set. As for the Dali film, I've heard squat.

Realistically, if these two films end up being GOOD, they will likely end up going straight to DVD *shakes head*

In the meantime, I think I'll save my money and stay home.


-Love Marylin

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May 21, 2009

Blog Withdrawal

Hello!

I feel like I haven't blogged in forever! I guess I got away with it for having written a novelette last week. That was interesting... an experience I've never had that's for sure. I wrote this entry expecting a few angry comments, a few ugly words flung at me for outing their previously untouchable queen of mixed media. Not so. Here I am, two weeks later and there is currently about 1090 comments posted.

Turns out my story wasn't so different then the experience of quite a few others and my entry was the "event" or gateway they needed to speak about it.

During these two weeks, I experienced a lot of ignorant folks (or, to be fair, ignorant comments) that leave me still scratching my head in bewilderment. I now realize that people will only see what they want to see. They will only believe what they want to believe, or what keeps things safe for them. People will skip the important parts, and when that happens, there's just no use in discussing it. A lot like conversations I've had with Christians (no offense, I speak about certain ones, not all of them).

But if you start with the truth, continue with the truth, and come out at the end with the truth, you've done the best you can.

There is now a place for people to talk about their experiences with this woman without fear. That is a wonderful thing and it will stay right where it is.

Anyway, onwards and upwards!

Now that I've got that ton of bricks off my shoulders, I'm sticking my nose in a bunch of other awesome endeavors.

I'm moving my workspace (hopefully by next week) into the other room where it is bigger and has a balcony! I'll get to enjoy the natural lighting and that yummy fresh air I never get enough of. Just need to figure out how to set up all the crazy internet wires again (I'm not used to the cable set up) and I'm good to go. I'm excited!!!!

There is a good possibility that I will be joining the Arts Hamilton Literary Advisory Committee - apparently Hamilton has Literary Awards, how did I not know this?

I've started a collaborative writing project with some of the members of my writing group: it's an idea that was raised probably a year ago but nothing ever happened with it.

It should be fun, help get people writing, and hopefully come out in the end with a publishable piece.

Project hackspace has come quite a ways in the past few weeks: a location has been found and the lease is to be signed any day now I believe. So June 1st is probably when we 'get' the place. Though I'm still waiting to see how involved I'm going to be in this whole thing. It's funny though, a bunch of nerds who all think they're the best at stuff (myself and Don included) so it makes for an interesting time - everyone of us as arrogant as the next lol.

I've been enjoying talking with Poe, Camille, and Kelly again more often now that all cats are outta the bag - I love my internet friends :P Sunny is my internet friend as well but she lives so close that she's practically a rl friend too - especially when I go visit her, which I'm sure will happen sometime in the near future. Then I get to meet Lexi toooooooo!!!! woot!

Other than all that, I have a few other projects that I'm not gonna tell you about because they're none of your fucking business.

Just kidding, no, they're not ready to reveal yet so you'll just have to wait ;)

And no I haven't forgotten about the Hamilton 24 Hour Film Festival that I have yet to talk about - sheesh I'm behind on things... it's coming!

It feels good to blog again, that was a loooong two weeks and I missed you guys.

You shall hear from me again soon,


-Love Marylin.

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May 13, 2009

What I've Learned

Re: The Real Suzi Blu

I’ve learned that just because you want everyone to see the truth, does not mean they will.

I’ve learned you should always try to do the right thing, no matter the consequence to your own reputation, because if you stick with the truth and always remain honest, you will never have to worry about looking at yourself in the mirror.

I’ve learned that it’s hard to see a situation for what it is when you’re smack dab in the middle of it. We can’t blame others for being blind if we were once where they are, no matter how much we want to save them… love is blind, ignorance is bliss.

I’ve learned that one blog post may not make everything right again, but it is one more step in the right direction: there is now a place to learn the other side of the story, a place where you don’t have to be afraid to tell your story and get support.

I will never take that blog post down, there will be a permanent link to it on my blog’s front page. People can read my story and the stories that other women have shared in the comments, and they will be able to make a more informed decision about entering the kingdom of Suzi Blu.

The comments will remain open to those who wish to share their stories and/or support.

For those who’ve been (or will be) ripped off by Suzi Blu, the information for recourse will always be here. Know that there IS something you can do about it. The more people who take action, the more likely it is that Suzi Blu will not be able to do this to others in the future.

For those who are biding their time until they can finish up a current class, this information will be here for you when and if you’re ready to tell your story, voice your opinion, and take action if necessary.

I want to thank the people who were brave enough to speak out, and those who will in the future. It’s a nice feeling to know you’re not alone.

I’m looking forward to moving on and doing wonderful, creative things, and leaving this travesty behind. It feels so good to wake up from her lovely nightmare.


-Love Marylin.

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May 7, 2009

The Real Suzi Blu

Well this is a sad state of affairs. I used to be a member of Mixed Media With Suzi Blu on Ning but no more. I made a lot of friends on there, which was why I remained a member after the shit went down, but now I’m just too disgusted to remain and I’m sorry to say that any friends I’ve made there will now have to be so outside of Ning.

I used to watch Suzi Blu videos on YouTube and I just loved her! How couldn’t you? She’s quirky, sweet, full of empowering messages, not afraid to be herself, and doing very cool stuff with art (that I had never before seen). I ate up her videos, every single one – I wanted to be like Suzi Blu, she was something to aspire to.

When I saw she had a ning site, I joined, not thinking much of it. But I soon realized that this ning community was unlike any community I had ever been in. It seemed to be full of friendly, empowering, caring women who were all nurturing their creativity. Everyone was so warm and inviting, it didn’t take long before I started to feel like I really belonged there.

And then there was Suzi Blu, who actively participated (is that redundant?) in her community – she was one of us – posting in the forums and groups, joining in the chats, all of it. I was admittedly humbled to be part of that, to be her peer.

Somehow through all of that, Suzi Blu began to show a special interest in me (no idea why) – I knew she had favourites, but I never thought I’d be one of them, so when that happened I was smug as a bug in a rug – I was friends with Suzi Blu! How cool is that? Friends with the woman I admired! I even had her cell phone number so we could text each other! That doesn’t happen a lot in life, does it?

There were other favourites, one of which I think had been ‘favoured’ well before I came along. The rest of us were “new flavours of the week.”

So us gals chatted pretty much every day in the ning chat room, late into the wee hours of the morning and it was a lot of fun – it felt nice to finally have girlfriends again.

Eventually, Suzi began to refer to me as her best friend. She showed great interest in me and said she felt a bond/connection with me. She wanted me to move to California and live with her, people, so of course I thought she was genuine and I was so happy. She also told me that she wanted me to teach a poetry workshop on her ning in the fall (some of you may remember that).

Anyway, during one of our nightly chats, whilst gabbing about what had been dubbed ‘VulvaGate,’ I jokingly said “Vulva would be a good name for a magazine.”

After that, excitement ensued because my joke quickly turned into an awesome idea that we ‘just had to do.’ I thought it was a great idea, though I was a little nervous about taking on the responsibility as I know e-zines are a lot of work and I have trouble with having too much on my to-do list. But instead of voicing that hesitation, I squashed it down and replaced it with the thought that I was just being a scaredy-cat and that this would be a wonderful project to do with these awesome ladies. After all, the work would be shared among seven of us (it was seven to start with btw) so it wouldn’t be that bad.

We were so excited about this and it seemed we all had the same vision: an e-zine that celebrated and empowered women – feminism as it is meant to be, which is true equality. We also wanted a community based around the e-zine: everything about the community would be based on the principles we wanted to convey in the e-zine – it would be an empowering place where anyone could come and hang out as long as they didn’t spread hate.

After more talking and planning, Suzi decided that all of the extra-curricular activities (non-workshop groups) that were going on in her ning should be moved to this new Vulva community: that way, her ning could be totally focused on her teaching… things would be separated (this was just after the whole Willowing/copyright/pimping debacle) so it made a lot of sense.

This explains to anyone who didn’t know why all of the groups and basically all of the fun disappeared from Suzi’s ning without so much as a warning. Yep, another one of Suzi’s temper tantrums for which she’s becoming famous.

Anyway, all was well and we went along with our project as planned (most of which was divulged prematurely by Suzi herself in this video ).

But things started to go wrong. Sunny (the editor) worked on our project as planned, as we believed everyone was doing. The girl was working her little hiney off – taking on more responsibility than she had to because she wanted to make sure this awesome project would actually happen (even though she had just had a laparoscopy and was in recovery).

We held biweekly meetings to discuss progress on the project. These meetings were pretty horrendous for the most part. It often felt like talking to thin air… I’ll just say that there were some people who took the meetings seriously and some people who made it pretty obvious that they would rather have been elsewhere.

We had a ning set up for staff members of the project to plan everything out, discuss, debate, whatever needed to be done to get Vulva off the ground.

If that ning was still around, I would show you that the participation was pretty pathetic. We would ask a question in the forum about the e-zine or the community (as that was our place to communicate about these things) and no one would respond, because no one bothered looking. It was sad.

Then there was the other ning, the public ning – vulvazine.ning.com - that was to be the awesome community we had planned. Hours and hours and hours of work was put into that ning, setting up, designing it, getting discussions started, all kinds of crap that I don’t even know about. We had groups for knitters (called “Yarncore”), groups to talk about periods and menopause, a group called “Getting To Know Me(me)” where members could fill out silly questionnaires to get to know each other better – there were over 25 groups to cover every aspect of an art-based community for women, all with hilarious hand-picked graphics that took weeks to accumulate. The problem was though, that all of this work was being done by ONE person. One person out of seven. Doesn’t seem very fair eh? I helped :P and so did some other people who weren’t even staff and had no obligation, but the majority of work was done by the editor, one woman.

As time went on, it felt more and more like this was not a team project, that most of the people involved didn’t take it very seriously and had no idea how much work actually goes into this stuff.

One give-away that was pretty ridiculous was the fact that most staff members didn’t even know the link to one or both of our ning sites.

We continually gave people reminders that they needed to really get to ‘so and so’ because the ning community was almost ready to be open to the public and people were still sitting on their asses.

Some helped, some did not.

Suzi Blu did not appreciate being asked to participate (and by participate, I mean that we asked her to make a thread in our book forum, “Cliterati,” about the book club SHE started and deleted from her own Ning) in a community that was mainly her idea, or that’s what I’m assuming, because right after, she basically said ‘listen ladies, this was not what I had in mind – this is not what I signed up for – I do not have the time to participate in this community – I have to paint it’s my income blah blah blah’ and more better-than-though bullshit And I think I forgot to mention that all this time, requests from staff members, Suzi included, for adding new groups to the new ning site kept coming in.

I guess Suzi thought she was the only one who shouldn’t have to sacrifice anything for the project - she was certainly not the only one of us who depended on an income from their art. But it was apparently okay for Queen Suzi (as she likes to call herself) to be excused from any responsibility because for some reason, her stuff is more important than anyone else’s.

Okay so we were a little shocked to say the least… wasn’t it her idea in the first place to go through with all of this? Weren’t we following her plans out to a T? Everything said in that that video about VULVA was what we were working towards. We were quite confused.

So Sunny and I had a discussion and came to the conclusion that in light of Suzi’s sudden change of mind (which I’ve noticed is a pattern with her) we should change things so that the community would be more self-sustaining and there would be less pressure on all of us staff members.

We called an emergency staff meeting that very night to discuss this new idea and to see where everyone was in regards to the project.

When we all arrived at the meeting, the first thing I did was ask everyone how they felt about the project so far. But instead of this being a productive, adult discussion, it turned into a 40 something year old’s temper-tantrum.

Suzi proceeded to pick a fight with Sunny, unprovoked, right from the start of the meeting. It’s fine to argue with someone over actual faux pas, but when you start getting personal for no apparent reason, then you are in the wrong.

The meeting didn’t last long, Suzi stood on her pedestal and proceeded to tell us why this was not her vision, it was Sunny’s and it’s not her fault if Sunny “ran away with it” and how she doesn’t care about community.

She came into the meeting with her defenses up and ready for a fight, and since no one was willing to engage in that pointless nonsense, she said “fuck-it” (literally, she said those words) and promptly left the conversation.

Her next words via text messaging were “I’m done,” which we all interpreted to mean she was done with the whole thing. We spent hours and hours in that chat room feeling upset about what had happened (because we all wanted to remain friends – Vulvazine or not), some of us already suffer from really bad anxiety so we weren’t doing very well to say the least. We waited and waited, meanwhile discussing what had occurred and why it could have possibly happened and analyzing everything to death because not one of us had a clue why this had just happened. We waited for her to calm down and come back in and tell us what she meant and what she means to do. We waited until 5 o’clock in the morning. She never did come back.

So we waited longer. We waited a few days hoping she would come around and communicate something, anything.

We had to make a decision – Vulvazine was to open to the public within days, on April 1st – we debated and thought about what we should do. We all agreed on the same thing over and over again: our friendships are way more important than any of this.

Vulvazine now had this awful stink to it – I certainly felt the need to take out the trash, rid this project before it could do anymore damage to the friendships we had built.

So after writing explanatory letters to both the staff and to the members of the public zine that had come in early to help us build content, we braced ourselves and hit the delete button. Vulvazine was no more.

But we finally did hear from Suzi Blu after I don’t know how many days… yes… I woke up the next morning to find an email in my inbox addressed to all members of Mixed Media With Suzi Blu. If you were a member at that time you got it too:

It would seem Suzi Blu had thought nothing of re-registering Vulvazine.ning.com after we’d deleted it and doing the project all by herself… a project that was never hers to take… a project that we were in together… I was so hurt when I got this email, I just couldn’t believe she could do that! That was so low and disrespectful and sneaky! Yeah that email cut pretty deep. She didn’t even have the courtesy to let any of us know her plans, or any sort of communication whatsoever.

The first thing I did was text her to ask her what was going on. Her reply was that it would be better this way, this way she was in charge.

Okay then.

I don’t remember how long it was before something made Suzi change the whole thing from Vulva to A Lovely Dream [perhaps the threat of the vulvazine.com domain that had been purchased being used for nefarious purposes], but she did, and of that I am glad.

Still unsure if Suzi and I were still friends (as she still hadn’t really said anything to anyone about anything, and ya see I was her best friend, remember? Plus, I had never done anything to her that would make her mad at me – THIS is the first and only) I joined her new Ning and tried to process all that had gone down.

So far Suzi’s behaviour had been passive-aggressive.

I ended up flat out asking her after a week (give or take) if we were still friends and she responded with a very flowery ‘yes of course, I’ve just been so busy with everything but I swear I’ll talk to you as soon as I get a chance.’

I don’t know if this will surprise you or not, but she has yet to talk to me LOL. I gave up any hope that that would ever happen a while ago, despite advice that if she had really been my friend, she would never go that long without talking to me when I needed her (which I did, and told her so).

But you live and learn.

Because Suzi had told everyone our Vulvazine plans before any of it got off the ground, she has made us look pretty foolish because it never did get off the ground.

As far as I know, no one ever explained what happened to Vulvazine… it just didn’t happen and no explanation was given to the public.

We knew what happened, but rather than start needless fights and whatnot, everyone went about their lives and tried to put that whole VULVA mess behind them.

I was perfectly content with leaving it at that, though I wondered why no one was asking, that seemed odd. (I’m still curious about that, actually.)

Well for those of you who wondered, now you know. Now it’s out in the open for all to see… all exposed.

The more I got to know the real Suzi Blu, the less respect I had for her. She says one thing and does another. She is a hypocrite, a phony, a fraud, a charlatan.

Suzi Blu wants women to be empowered and strong and stand up for themselves and not let wolves into their lives and all of that wonderful stuff, but while getting to know her, I’ve seen how she reacts when actually faced with women who possess these qualities: if you disagree with Suzi she does not discuss it nor respect it, she becomes mean and attempts to brow-beat you into submitting or she runs away and lets everyone else clean up the mess. She cannot handle not being the Queen and if anyone dare try, you either give in or you somehow disappear from her magical kingdom, without explanation.

Seriously, have you ever noticed how she is never to blame for anything, no matter what? Ha!

All the time I spent on ning with her and the other members, I have never seen nor heard of anyone disagreeing with Suzi Blu. Why is that?

Well, she seems to thrive on having minions who follow and admire her every move. She’s addicted to having her ass kissed, to put it plainly.

She wanted to get rid of one of the other Vulvazine staff members for no reason other than the girl ‘bugged’ her. Some team player.

We realized that Suzi’s vision of things greatly differed from our own as time went on.

First of all, Suzi Blu makes fun of her ning members/friends behind their backs. Women she is publicly friends with and with whom she preaches her woman empowerment bullshit to. She mocks them for doing the very things she encourages. It’s disgusting.

Even more disgusting, she has forwarded emails she’s received from her ning members so that we could all have a good laugh at their expense.

If you’re sitting here reading this thinking she’d never do that to you… think again, she does it to her ‘friends.’

I have found out the hard way that the real Suzi Blu is nothing like the Suzi Blu she shows everyone. Her videos are bullshit and I feel cheated.

She claims to want to empower women and wants to encourage women to get in touch with their own femininity, yet when a woman does, she makes fun of their self expression behind their back! When all that woman was doing was exactly what Suzi encouraged her to do!

And we all know how she feels about supporting other women artists… she’s all for it as long as you’re the flavour of the week… you can’t just be any woman artist, you have to be Suzi’s friend – she has her conditions… I didn’t know support and empowerment had conditions, but what do I know? And even when she does support her fellow artists, it always seems to turn out badly; the supported artist quietly disappears from Suziland.

What else does she detest… oh that’s right, drama! Yes of course. She hates drama, we all know that right? The truth is she thrives on drama, almost relies on it to keep people interested in her and seems to be continuously enmeshed in it. She creates drama, but is crafty enough in her shenanigans to always come out of it smelling like a rose to her loyal, ass-kissing followers. I’ve seen more drama since knowing Suzi Blu than I’ve seen in all my life.

I can’t believe I ever looked up to this woman. I wish I had never gotten to know her, then I could sit back and watch her videos and enjoy my ignorance… but now it’s all ruined… I can’t watch her videos without feeling hurt, without seeing through her bullshit.

She is not the woman she portrays herself to be, she is just a very good actress who has no problem making a profit by manipulating innocent women. She presents the face she does because it makes her money.

I was deceived. I was a paying customer too – if I had known what she is really like, I never would have wasted a dime supporting her.

Though I do feel sorry for her, I am freeing myself of any correlation between Suzi Blu and myself. I will find artist’s communities that are built on art, not on bullshit. If you have any to suggest, please let me know.

I guess I’m not Suzi Blu’s best friend anymore eh? She dropped me like a hot potato and made a new best friend without blinking. I don’t need to say this person’s name because if you don’t already know who I’m talking about, it doesn’t really matter.

What you should know, though, is that some of us took a double-take when we saw this new development. Ya see, because the new best friend was someone who Suzi Blu spoke pretty bad shit about just prior to her move to California. She left the pretty strong impression that this woman was someone she didn’t want to give the time of day. That’s all I’ll say about that, but it’s just a wonderful example of how two-faced Suzi Blu really is.

I got to know her well enough to find that out.

Suzi Blu talks about helping out her friends but publicly scolds me for sending a message to my FRIENDS about a contest supporting Sunny (an artist and ning member) because it was US. Sunny is a PAYING member.

Now Suzi Blu has a new “crew” of friends to admire her. Like I said earlier, she was going to have me teach a poetry workshop on her ning… now she’s got a new person to fill that role… how easily dispensable we are.

I’ve always wondered what ever did happen with Suzi’s “Dutchie Girls” – were they easily dispensable too? Makes you wonder what really happened with that roommate in Virginia, huh? And sadly, I feel for her current posse… but I can understand their position because I was there too.

Basically, I don’t believe a word the woman says – she’s bad-mouthed people and I’ve believed what she’d said, then later found out through various sources that she was full of shit. (*Ahem Gary Reef*)

I have watched as she has flat out LIED to her followers and students in videos, in videos where in the next breath she's coyly chastising another fellow artist *ahem Jared* for doing the exact same fucking thing. A fellow artist who she's dubbed a "wolf" because all men who don't fall for her Suzi ways are wolves. Now he may be, I don't know him, but from what I now know of Suzi, I take the story she told us of their relationship (online relationship) with a VERY large grain of salt.

I have watched her LIE AGAIN in videos to her followers and students about who she was talking about in previous videos on copyright and promoting your own projects in her community. Flat out lied. Many many times in the same verbal paragraph.

Suzi’s most recent temper tantrum is the straw that broke the camel’s back.

If you’re a member of her ning, you received her mass email on Tuesday night telling certain people to stop “pimping.”

Well this email arrived shortly after Sunny and I sent out messages to our FRIENDS on ning: the messages were not spam, they were a request for help for one of our fellow artists and paying ning members.

If I remember correctly, when KY Kelly sent out a mass email requesting votes for the Shutter Sisters back in late March, there was absolutely no issue about it.

There was no difference between her email and our email, yet OUR email is being called spam, and pimping, and inappropriate, etc. Our email has somehow sent Suzi Blu into another one of her temper tantrums.

She loves to play the victim role and she has hundreds of gullible women there to support her – seems a tad cultish but what do I know?

Anyway, once again, things have not gone exactly her way and so she is now once again inconveniencing her members and paying students by creating yet another new site where things will be different and better as she tends to promise us time and time again. But this time she’s decided to charge you a fee for the pleasure of her company.

I’m going to end this message by saying that I am so happy to finally let this information out, to let people know who the real Suzi Blu is and just maybe prevent some poor girl with low self-esteem from being pulled in by her act and strung along for her amusement to be ultimately left in the dust for someone new and even more gullible.

Her façade can’t be kept up forever and I’m relieved that other people are finally noticing what’s between the cracks. It’s only a matter of time before these familiar Suzi patterns begin again. In fact, if you look close enough, it’s already begun.

-Love Marylin.

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May 5, 2009

Coming Out Of Hiding

I went to the park today. I probably wouldn't have gone to the park if I hadn't promised my therapist I would. Ya see she's trying to help me have a better quality of life so that the work the meds are doing aren't going to waste. She wants me to take advantage of any energy and motivation I'm feeling, which is easier said than done.

She made me choose something extremely simple to do but it had to be something that I actually wanted to do and would benefit from, otherwise I would be overwhelmed and even if I achieved the goal, would likely not stick to it in the long term.

It's a really weird therapy process that I have never heard of, yet it's so simple and makes so much sense. It takes into account how hard it is for people to take action in their lives in whatever way necessary when they're so used to hiding away in their apartment, no longer capable of maintaining any real schedule, thus being overwhelmed by the simplest of tasks... not even the task itself, just the idea of it: it has to be done - it seems monstrous when it's really very small and simple. If I have to do two things in one day? Forget about it! That becomes so overwhelming that I usually end up not doing either thing... there may be no logic in it, but it feels as real as the air we're breathing.

My existence consists of spending the day and night in my one bedroom apartment, mostly doing something on the computer. Sometimes I have to clean. Sometimes I have to shower. Sometimes I have to cook! Sometimes I have to run errands (omg).

I go out to socialize occasionally, but not much, and it's usually places where I'm already comfortable being like a friend's place, or my writer's meetings.

(the phone is ringing - I'm too scared to answer it because I don't know who it is). I hate talking on the phone and only do so when absolutely necessary, so I'm sure that has some effect on my social interaction.

I've been living like this (well actually I'm doing a lot better than I was) for years now... most of my twenties have been a losing battle.

So to the people who are reading this and wondering why I don't just CHANGE already, it is because it's all I know. I have mental illness, it makes me act and react and feel in ways that are often completely void of logic. It is quite possible that if I had gotten the proper help years ago, I would be living a very different life right now... but that's not the way life works... things tend to happen when they're meant to happen.

What the hell was this blog post about again?

Right, I went to the park.

And for reasons I cannot explain, I was sick to my stomach with anxiety at the thought of actually GOING to the park. I have no idea why. That kinda made me realize just how serious this is: if walking two blocks up the street to the park and sitting at a bench journaling for a half hour makes me that anxious and afraid, I must really have a problem because I did not anticipate that happening. Why would I? I'm not agoraphobic and I'm usually fine going out by myself when I feel like it... so what gives?

And then I got to the park and I seriously felt like people were laughing at me. No logic.

I found a picnic bench and proceeded to journal. I journaled about what I was thinking about the whole going to the park thing. The longer I sat there, the more relaxing and enjoyable the experience was. I kept trying not to look up from my journal because I didn't want to see anyone looking at me (wtf) but when I did, I noticed a girl had sat down at another bench by herself to read a book.

I tried not to look at her because I didn't want people to look at me so I thought I'd give her the same courtesy.

So I laughed at myself for being such an idiot and continued my journaling.

I stayed for fourty five minutes and would have stayed longer if it hadn't been so chilly (I despise cold!).

The walk home was better, except I thought this creepy looking man was following me so that was kinda scary, but I was just being paranoid o_O

So I don't know what any of this means, it's too big for me to try to wrap my mind around right now, too overwhelming.

I'm being guided by a very capable therapist toward a better quality of life and I believe if she sticks with me, it just might work!
But at the same time I'm still terrified. I'm still afraid to set any goals right now - if I make something a goal, I will be letting myself down for the millionth time if I fail. If it's not a goal and I fail, it's not as big a deal. It's stupid, but that's where I am right now.

Except for this going to the park business that I was tricked into doing ;) I'm supposed to do it two times this week and I'm afraid I won't be able to go a second time because it's supposed to rain all the way till Saturday. Or maybe I'm more relieved than scared.

Whatever.

I have a lot more to talk about but I'll have to do it in another post. More literary fun, film festival fun, stupid people doing stupid things, and creepy dates.


-Love Marylin

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