Monday, April 18, 2011

Dead Fish, Free wine, and Junot Diaz.

I am currently recovering from a combo hangover/food poisioning  from my night out at the Prague writers festival in Nova Scena. I think it was the awful (but free) Czech wine, and the salty swedish meatballs from the buffet that that did me in. Never trust buffet balls.
My lovely  full-of-energy Cancerian friend James, who was sponsoring the event had some invites and decided to take me along. It was awesome.

We showed up half an hour late (we can blame Mercury for that miscommunication) , which was just in time to Catch Petr, a flustered giant Czech man building a pyramid out of Turkish airline gift bags. We gave him some tips, from an art attack episode then were ushered in to the event in time to  catch the tail end of a Turkish guy singing in Greek, backed by a paino, cello and some awesome mediterranian man playing the Kajoun. ( James identified him as medditerraniean due to his BBS outfit (Black suit Black shirt Silver tie) well done James, Well done.
we were then priviledged to watch a scintillating discussion over "How Hot was the Cold War"...HOLD ON TO YOUR PANTIES GIRLS, THIS IS GONNA GET STEAMY!
The introduction of the  participantts was made even more awe- inspiring by the 2 rows of giant paper mache "bombs" that were being flailed around the stage like worms on a hook. One by one each of the participants (who were  most likely born in the mid-Jurassic period) shuffled on, and carefully sat their depends clad bums down on the couch set  centre stage. just as I was settling for a nice long nap in the dark...Junot Diaz was introduced. This man was a total pimp-in-geeks-clothing.
While the confused Iraqi man was rambling about being held hostage, and the sweaty Czech guy  told us the cold war had an "unexpected happy ending of 21 years" (do we have to pay for that?) ...Juno said Fuck (twice!) and successfully compared to cold war to a giant Dragon (I decided he was covered from the neck down in tattoos, and wearing a 6 sided dice as a pendant underneath his suit). He also made a very valid point about how the world in caught in the  "constant hysterical present" ( I am probably quoting him wrong, cause I couldn't see well in the dark to write properly). he says it best.. Google him and his Awesomeness.

I notcied that a number of people were leaving the discussiona  few minutes early..I then found out what the cold war actually taught people here in the good old CZ...."If you leave early you can get to the buffet before everyone else"...These people were like hyenas attacking a dead corpse...Absolutle madness..At the beggining of each buffet line was a giant dead fish...complete with decapitated head, with black olives stuffe dinto the eye sockets...a bulky white haired man actually PUSHED past me in line to get to the head..wich he furiously attacked with a knife and fork (at least it wasn't his bare hands)... after the massacre the fishes dead dislocated jaw was smiling its macabre dead fishy smile, and staring at me with one black olive eye (the man had eaten the other olive....

At the end of the night after the crazy madness had lessened..James and I were having a last sophisitaced glass of free battery acid ( err, Wine) when we spotted a couple getting steamy in the corner..right by the nearly empty fish tray...Classy...getting  groovy at the writers festivalllllll. Im pretty sure the mousey woman was fantasizing about Junot and his giant....glasses, while she was snogging her hunchy pudgy man.

To finish off the night James and I split a rainbow smartie subway cookie (well, he had a small piece and I devoured the rest)...Nothing touches Subway cookies, they are the shit and linked closely to my childhood.

All in all a successful night.

Monday, April 11, 2011


God. Dam. Mercury. Retrograde...

OK Kearstin, deep breathes...It's fine, It's just that I am in a point where fluid communication and  electronics being reliable would be VERY helpful.
 For instance, I have been trying to load my Demo Reel up to my IMDb pro page and it has FAILED three times, due to my computer just DECIDING to shut down in the middle of nothing...then the internet connection randomly cutting off..and now its the third time..third times the charm! hopefully it works..Knock on wood (wheres my boyfriend when I need him...*ba dum dum chhhss*)? ...Annywa the dreaded retrograde began on March 30th, and will all be over by April 23rd.

Sooooo whayt can we do until our little ball of joy decides to stop careening itself backwards in space and begin rotating proerly again?
Well as Mercury retrograde tends. forcably discourage communication from the outside world, why notspend some time with the person we alllll love the,
-go through old papers and discard the ones you don't need
-Journal. this is goood reflective time.(aka.. its best not to talk to others)
- clean out your storage rooms/closets and get rid of excess junk!
-move furniture
-have vigorous, angry sex with your partner, and get out all that frustration.
-smash shit you don't need anymore (also to relieve frustration if you're like me and can't have sex for whatever reason)...but be CAREFUL not to hurt yourself or others..thats just bad karma
-whenever anything goes wrong..sigh loudly and mutter *Mercurryyyyyy* like you're scolding your cat (i always do this, and it helps)

HAPPY 11-11 by the is 11-04-11 sweet.

In other news... Prague was hot and humid today, anddddd Kendrick Ong made me a DELICOUS  meal of  Hummus, Baba Ghanouj, Tzatiki and, Lumi (spelling?) cheese...complete with naan bread..oh yeah, did i mention..he did it all from small feat, just to get the ingredients is a challenge.

Anyway, not much else to report, other then that I am fiendishly addicted to coffee at the moment. its a struggle for me, casue I'm actually struggling when someone asks me  Tea, or coffee? i know i should say tea, if you have it...i knowwww but coffee..your like that forbidden dark, rich, and get my adrenaline going like none other..oh...Coffeeee...mmmm cofffeee, you smell so good.

Love you all, 


Monday, April 4, 2011


I am sitting in England with a towel (turban style) on my freshly washed hair, enjoying that feeling of smoooth legs directly after shaving and moisturizing, and feeling clean and happy after my Amsterdam trip. What a whirlwind! It was a blur of meeting old friends and flmes, walking around the centre finding haunted spots, speaking with a very intellectual and interesting (this went hand in hand) tour guide, Bart who does Ghost Walks of Amsterdam.

As you do in Amsterdam, I got nice and highh, though this time it was with my boss. and surprisingly, it wasn't all that wierd, rather enjoyable actually. I should probably note, that I am not a pothead/stoner, and view marijuana and other plant based "drugs" as tools to be used in spiritual exercise. I use them quite rarely, perhaps two or three times a year. I believe it should be legalized. The Dutch have done a great job in regards to the legalization of prositution and marijuana.

I had my favorite type of session, which is a combonation of eating a hash brownie and smoking a pinner... Body and mindddd... the result is a mellowed out, happy, stoned little Kearstin who is ready for any and all universal experiences. And this was a good one, I was laying down and felt my entire body light up, along with all my main and secondary chakras..blast off! I did some TMO and a Global Love meditation, and it was the most effective it's ever been for me. as I was meditating I went inside mself and as able to see my pineal gland working its mysterious ways. I then viewed it as a grey/purple/indigo electormagnetic field that imploded on itself and then expanded righttttt out to connect with universal conscious. My whole body lit up like an Alexander Grey piece, and I was thumping in and out of my body...sort of like right before an OBE but more like I was riding waves, and without the pesky drumming noises. The only other time I've felt that is when my Boyfriend and I make love. I also got these great visuals of how the world can be when even a few choose love, and refuse to accept fear inside their hearts.I cried beasue it was so beautiful..that was also a "ho my gawwwd I am HIGHHHHH" moment. Nevertheless, a valuable one. I was also overcome with a feeling of pure sexual bliss, and when I meditated on my man, I orgasimed without any physical contact...hmm should figure out how to do that one more often!
Needlss to say this was a good session and I look forward to the next one, which will most likely be sometime this summer when I am back in the Heart of Holland.