Friday, March 01, 2013

Live Your Life Like You're Playing Mas

After years of dreaming about it, I finally crossed out a bucket list item and played mas in Trinidad. The experience was revolutionizing. First off it never occurred to me that it could be socially acceptable to be so wotless for an extended period of time. Second I was uberly impressed by my apparently lack of need for sleep, there were days where I slept a less than 3 hours and woke up energized and ready to go.

Playing Mas in Trinidad is an event. The experience starts months before, when you begin starving yourself in hopes of that perfect nebulous body (something that alluded me this year.) When the day finally arrives, you find yourself awakening at the crack of dawn, adorning yourself with glitter, crystals, shimmers, feathers, and such. You hopefully have a hearty meal in anticipation of the long road ahead. You try and cushion your feet in the shoes that strikes the best balance between comfort and style. You put on your costume and transform into a wotless creature of the wild.

On the road, you are greeted by revelers from every background, age, diversity and physique. You find yourself secretly coveting the women whose bodies look like they came out of a Victoria secret campaign. You marvel at the 60 year old woman who matches them. And then the music starts pumping and the Johnnie starts flowing. Sweats drips from your body like a flooding river. And somehow all is right with the world. You are free to wuk, juk, strut, parade and charge onto the stage. And you do this all day long. Every now and then you find yourself looking around caught up in the surreal spectacle before you. Other times an anthem comes on and thousands of revelers freeze in frame and begin throwing wine.

Then the end comes, the ground is laden with lost feathers, jewels and other revelry. And just like that it’s all over.

And you come home and gaze upon the cold landscape of Toronto and your hit with a serious case of Carnival Tabanca. Differentology brings tears to your eyes as you remember the warm sun rising as you toast a new friend from New York. And you think what does it take to live your life like you were playing mas?

Sparkles, color, warmth, joy ?

And you think perhaps its not the end but the in between, the pause between the next carnival, the period to get my shit together, to do those 200 sit ups and lose those 10 pounds, time to find that job with more vacation, or time to move somewhere warm, time to create a life with more excitement and joy, time to finally start my MBA, time to find every opportunity to ‘jump up,’ and ‘free up’ and live my life like I’m playing mas.

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

The way you place my towels

I am starting to notice a correlation between how a man treats my home with the longevity of the relationship.

Historically the ones who never made the bed.....turned out to be those on their way out.

Most recently, I noticed that the fella in question never bothered to place my hand towels back on the rack properly.  I should clarify that I don't have lacy fancy matching towel sets, just a simple hand towel.  At first I thought it was a simple over sight on his part.  Then it happened again, and more tellingly at his place, his towels seemed to always be in perfect form.

Put it down to the pettiness of the aftermath of a break up, but the towels were a sign.


Friday, January 21, 2011

No Strings Attached

So there’s a new movie coming out called “No Strings Attached.”  I was watching an interview with the director of the movie, who claimed that the theme was indicative of my generations changed views towards sex.

As a single girl at first I was sort of offended.  I thought back to the many years I strove so hard to keep the number down to my one hand.  Most girls are raised with the expectation that you only have sex with a man that you love.  In my time it was sort of accepted that the first one may not be the one you marry and that was ok, but the general rule was you did it with the fella you thought you had a chance of marrying.   At around 26 it started to get murky.  By 26, it’s understood that we have all had the experience of adulthood, and you stopped waiting for months to do the deed.  The math then became a bit fuzzy.  For instance did you really have to count the fella who only got it in half way?  And the one with the curvy thing that didn’t feel right, surely that didn’t count??

By 28 you kind give up, you think to yourself, I’ve spent years being good, you blame God for not sending you ‘Would Be’ and realize that your allowed to enjoy yourself a little bit.

So perhaps the movie isn’t that off…..

Thing is though, it’s only ever toe curling-ly great with the fella you accidentally fall in love with.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Vanity Fair does this lovely Proust Questionnaire, since I don’t see them knocking on my door anytime soon, here are my answers:

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Laughing so hard with the people you love, adore and respect, that you pee a little, and the sun is shining directly in my face.

What is your greatest fear?
That despite my art teacher’s great warning 15 years ago in my autograph book, I will accidentally live a life of epic mediocrity

Which historical figure do you most identify with?
I’m attracted to suffers. People who had to fight for the greater good, for the right, for freedoms. I understand passions that you cannot control.

Which living person do you most admire?
My former CEO, she showed me that brilliance of leveraging the virtues of womanhood to be brilliant leader.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
I was going to say procrastination, but came across this word from the original answerer of this questionnaire, and thought, that’s it, it’s that lethargic, heavy feeling I have sometimes that makes me so useless.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

What is your greatest extravagance?
Beautiful things that I must have

What is your favorite journey?
The trip to the airport, it doesn’t matter where I am going, the butterflies I get travelling to the airport gives me such joy.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

On what occasion do you lie?
When the situation calls for it. I often thing of lies as relative truths.

What do you dislike most about your appearance?
My ever increasing expanse of a belly, I pretend that it is a sign of prosperity but really its physical evidence of Inanition

Which living person do you most despise?
Despise is pretty harsh. I’ve learnt over the years that the only truth is that everything is relative.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
“with all due respect”

What is your greatest regret?
The memory of the books I promised to write and didn't. Or rather haven’t yet.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?
My baby brother, it might sound strange, but he’s the kid I was meant to raise, and every time I talk to him, I fall in love a little more.

Which talent would you most like to have?
A perfect memory.

What is your current state of mind?
Curious about the future.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Too early in life to answer

If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
I don’t think it matters. It seems like every thing/person has its own purpose and story. That interests me.

If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be?
Perhaps an orphan or someone void of social connection. I always wonder how I would act if I wasn’t enshrined in the confines of structures I have grown up in.

What is your most treasured possession?
I once got robbed in Barcelona. And at that moment I realized that material stuff has no actual value, only the value you project on it. Beautiful things can be replaced, but your health, your peace of mind, your family are invaluable

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Worrying about the future.

Where would you like to live?
Somewhere warm, with a lot of family and friends to laugh with.

What is your favorite occupation?
Writing, discussing, debating and falling in love.

What is your most marked characteristic?

What is the quality you most like in a man?
Charm and intelligence

What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Daring and kindness

What do you most value in your friends?
Loyalty and intelligence

Who are your favorite writers?
Too many to name, Tolstoy for Anna Kariena only, Shyam Selvadurai, Rohinton Mistry, Thomas Hardy, Jane Austen, Louis de Bernières, Paulo Cohello, Jeffery Archer and a few dozen others others

What is it that you most dislike?
People who don’t take the time to understand why

How would you like to die?
The way I’m meant.

What is your motto?
Upward and Onward!