scandal and grace

brunch this sunday!

Treigh — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 23:51:30 GMT

I almost forgot to mention time...brunch 'o' clock...(sometime after 1pm going till maybe midnight?) bring what you love! and our Dear Miss K.T. colgan (of m4 glory) is movin' to Colorado, so she'll be selling some some of her furniture and books and such. love ya'll!

bring what you love....

Treigh — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 21:37:11 GMT

hey scallywags! It's that time again.. Sasstown Brunch! in honour of all the lovin' going on around.... this sunday, sunday, sunday! ya'll know the details allready so, bring what you love, puppets, people, potato's, panflutes..... and don't forget bacon and al-ka-ma-haul!

This weekend.......

Treigh — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 17:07:54 GMT

Oh... I'm just quivering at the thought of it all. so much goodness, M4 at the groove bomb fundraiser, the taurus ball....and... Sasstown Brunch on Sunday!!!!!! Yes!!!!! It's gonna be a glorious day in the park Ya'll! We gonna start round 2 in the afternoon. maybe we'll hang the trapeeze and swings in the trees again. It's waffle o'clock! (anyone got a waffle iron? bring it!) we got tons of waffle mix.... Don't even think about maple syrup!!! we're going unconventional here this time... pizza waffle? fallafel waffle? so bring sumthin' silly and we'll try it. oh... and al-ka-ma-haul! it 's not brunch without mimmosa's! and i've heard that chris sia and deft will dj a down tempo set... does it get any better? See you Sunday!

dorks?

Treigh — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 18:06:11 GMT

o.k so here it is.... I think i'm currently obbsessed with "dork-u-mentarys" you know, the true story of some all-knowing dork on the quest to reign champion in his or her field. exibit a, king of kong (a fistful of quarters) the champion of donkey kong and his arch nemisis...ooohhhhh! exibit b, air guitar nation the worldwide championships of you guessed it, air guitar! exibit c, word wars national scrabble competion, dork central! so I'm asking you, my Tribe lovlies, what have i NOT yet encountered? please do let me know and the best place to find it!

rock you like a hurricane!

Treigh — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 04:36:20 GMT

wow, my head is still spinnin' from last week! Turning 30, March fourth insanity, a house full of Gamelon. It may have been the most perfect birthday ever! Big, ginourmous amounts of love to everyone who threw down, reprazented, showed up and rocked out! In the mist of all of it, I think Blessica summed it up perfectly. " ya know, so far from now, when my life flashes before my eyes, these are the moments i will see." Thank You again, my Hunnies, you have givin me the most beautiful life i could have never imagined!

Today

Treigh — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 00:24:37 GMT

Today is the last day that I will be 29. Tomorrow I will be 30. Wish i had all the proper words to say..... but really all i wanna say is.. THANK YOU!

oohhh love.....

Treigh — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 21:08:05 GMT

my sweet, sweet Sky delivered these words to me, written on the inside of a chocolate wrapper. from The Courtier For since a kiss is a knitting together both of body and soul, it is to be feared lest the sensual lover will be more inclined to the part of the body than of the soul; but the reasonable lover knows well that although the mouth be a parcel of the body, yet is it an issue for the words that be the interpreters of the soul, and for the inward breath, which is also called the soul; and therefore hath a delight to join his mouth with the woman’s beloved with a kiss—not to stir him to any dishonest desire, but because he feeleth that that bond is the opening of an entry to the souls, which, drawn with a coveting the one of the other, put themselves by turn the one into the other’s body, and be so mingled together that each of them hath two souls, and one alone so framed of them both ruleth, in a manner, two bodies. -Sir Thomas Hoby

the vacant heart of the wild west.......

Treigh — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 04:35:27 GMT

some fill with each good rain There are dfferent wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are too deep for that. In one well You have just a few precious cups of water, That "LOVE" is litterally something of yourself, It can grow as slow as a diamond If it is lost. Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger, Only to someone who has Valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife. Then weave them into a blanket To Protect you. There are different wells within us. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far, far too deep for that. -Hafiz

diss-armed

Treigh — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 22:46:27 GMT

always funny how the universe throws just what you want at you....or, maybe what you really need . flashback to a week ago. I'm on the phone with blacklight (bless 'em) and we are talking about the glory and retarted amounts of fun festivals can be. of course. I begin to speak (well, rant, actually) about how I'm experiencing gatherings and festivals to be "a sparkle-pony parade" fashion, fierce-ness, and exclusive-ness. not trying to be a judgement, as i participate in the scene as well. i love my art, i love our art, i love building massive metal sculptures, i love the music more than i can put in words. and more then anything, i love ya'll. I'm so excited to go so much more deeper and get past the surface. so, in San Francisco for only two nights, our van got broken into and all they really got was my Backpack. full of all my bling. the journal, all my jelwrey (all of it) and all my fun, festival gear. no one else wolud really find value in it but me. all very sentimental pieces. with huge stories to tell. Tying to make sence of it, i think... "maybe i need to give more" "maybe i'm too attached" now, i know for certain that that impermanance can be so harsh and beautiful. the universe again, hearing me loud and clear, throws it back at me...."what'cha gonna do NOW, sucka?" so, now I'll be leaving in the next few minutes for my favorite festival of the summer, bling-less, raw and simple. without any armour. ready for the next go-round with a very clean slate.

the invitation

Treigh — Fri, 25 May 2007 05:59:08 GMT

no matter how many times I've read this, it still rocks my block. The Invitation It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

Thank you, girl.

Treigh — Sun, 06 May 2007 00:03:43 GMT

To my sweet Blessie-Blue (tried and true) I see who you are Behind the skin And the muscles I see who you are, now And when you get older later I will see the same girl The same soul Lioness, fireheart Passionate lover And afterwards Later this century When you and I have become corpes Let's celebrate now all this flesh on our bones Let me push you up against me tightly And enjoy every bit of you I see who you are -bjork

medicine

Treigh — Sat, 03 Feb 2007 18:20:48 GMT

so how often can you take the biggest thing that scares you and let it wrap itself around your neck? I am still in deep love with the profound changes of last weekend. For a long as i can remember i have been terified of Snakes. Don't know why, but the fear has been overwhelming. And yes, I know fear is lame and gets in the way all too often of glory. My sweet friend Shira, has been so kind and gentle as to help me with all this. With a few freaked out tears and mostly the close friends present in the room, Uja (the beautiful boa constrictor) wound himself around me and held on tight. I suppose you could say it was a falling in love of sorts. Us both shedding skin together. I am so grateful for everyone present that witnessed our time together. The love and support of my sweet friends made it possible. Now i am unstoppable

makin' it happen....

Treigh — Fri, 25 Aug 2006 00:29:05 GMT

i have one little teeny tiny request......... So, there's this guy, Michael Taluc. He drives a fire truck, he lives in Portland. some of you know him, some of you don't. Well, my dears, his birthday is sunday the 27th. He's out on the playa toiling away day and night to build the coolest instillation ever without a moments rest. So, this is what i ask of you........ He loves red (hence, the fire truck) and he has virtually no stripey socks! (gasp!) "what ever can i do?" you might ask... Kindly, sacrifice one pair of stripes for Michael Taluc! any stripes will do! new and non-crusty-holey is even better! and you don't even have to do it on sunday, anyday will work. he's camped at astral vortex )6:30 and eager( and the intsilliation is 5:oo out on the playa. look for the fire truck....... show him some serious birthday love ya'll!

Treigh — Tue, 11 Apr 2006 19:24:38 GMT

Woke up this morning with such a heavyness in my heart.... still had the lingering dreams of last night amist in my eyes.... Oh my Beautiful, tragic New Orleans, what will become of you?... Even though I've found my refuge back in Portland, so offen I'm left wondering still and it's a source of huge discontent deep within me. and somehow....magically, i blindly stumbled into this, and it has changed everything.... stop thinking, this is all there is. relize that for every ongoing war and religious devestation, there are a thousand counterbalancing acts of staggering generousity and humanity and art and beauty happening all over the world right now.....resist temptation to drown in fatalism, to shake your head and sigh and throw in the karmic towel. relize that this is the perfect moment to change the energy of the world, to step right up and crank up your personal volume, right when it all seems dark, bitter and offensive and acrimonious and conflicked and bilious. there's your oppening. Remember magic. and finally belive that you are a part of a groundswell, a resistance a seemingly small but actully a very very large impending karmic overhaul, a great shift, the beginning of something important and potent and unstopable. -mark m- and yet again, I'm left wordless and grateful and completly inspired..... Thank you and so so so many blessings and cherry blossom snow everywhere

a lover and a fighter.....

Treigh — Mon, 20 Feb 2006 23:11:22 GMT

it's that pulsing ache that just won't go away. That throbbing killer survival instinct that screams at you when your trying to sleep that tells you to "fight for her". That's if we were more like the animal beasts we would be outside right now smashing our antlers, our talons, out teeth, drawing blood, battling to the death with every other male of our species who DARES challenge us, just to make sure that.....SHE IS MINE, and if you think differently i will kill you, as long as these muscles move i will fight you to the death to the death to prove it...... But we are weak now. we are not animals. we are spineless little machines, not bedding down in caves, but, cloistered up into little concrete cubicles in front of computers, crying and pining, and never actully fighting, never living, never loving, never running wild, just dying. tame little helpless robots, walking forever in a single file line to nowhere, alone. waiting for extinction. This was written by Paul.

NoLA

Treigh — Tue, 13 Dec 2005 03:09:25 GMT

black mold and bleach water warrior mama's and angel boys tyvek suit and a respirator and 3 pairs of gloves death and rebirth and more death outrage and courage and hope voodoo priests and graveyards rubble and decay and cheap plastic beads dumpster diving and clowns crying from joy and exaustion contaminated and dancing apocolypse and cerfews at 8 o'clock jazz in the morning and houses on fire toxic art and grieving friends and coffins in the street biodiesel and antibacteriel sanitation spraypainted hieroglypicks on vacated homes medicine and m.r.e.s and fema funk

the edges where we meet

Treigh — Sun, 04 Dec 2005 16:08:13 GMT

almost ready to go..... we'll be in touson tonight, then Austin, then No LA! after an amazing, eye-opening anti-racist workshop with some TRULEY dedicated people.....I'm feeling inspired, slighty enraged, and ready for action! This, for me, is a very real experience in blind faith and beliving in solidarity. The oxygen collective will be joing forces with common ground relife network, and from what i've heard and seen so far it is an absolute privledge to be working with these people! The fears i was feeling before as gracefully falling aside and giving birth to the oppertunity to "step up" and put my intentions into action. I'd love to say thank you to ALL Ya'll who have been so supportive and throwin' SO MUCH LOVE my way! It is SO much appreciated and deeply felt and returned. Keep the LOVE flowin' my fabulous hooligans.............. Solidarity and stars and lots of emergen-c!