Linguistics 101

Birthday Pinks

satyasamadhi — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 01:58:40 GMT

This year marks a momentous occasion: this is the first year where I have not felt depressed, let down, or upset about my birthday. Generally, I start to beat myself up, like two weeks ago. I get upset about past birthday experiences (I won't bring them up), feelings of loneliness, and lacking any control in my life. I reflect on the choices that my mother made at my expense, and how different it would be if she had followed through on other choices. Now, don't read this as I had a terrible experience growing up. There were a lot of laughs, but a lot of struggle as well. And I generally have a very positive attitude about it. The norm, however, has been to reflect with very negative glasses on this time of year. This year, however, I am vibrant, excited, and enjoying myself. I have received such lovely gifts already: a signed copy of my favorite poetry book, surprise flowers, and best of all: a fancy birthday party. So, this Friday, June 6th, is my birthday party: Goa Awaya :: A Gemini Pshyndig I would love it if so many of you could come. A birthday is not about presents, nor poor outlooks, nor negative reflecting, but it is about spending time with loved ones in celebration. And this is the first year when I will really feel that way: celebrating life, being excited, and dancing till I can't dance anymore. It is a psytrance party on Friday night at a warehouse location in NE, just off the Yellow Line, and with plenty of parking around the corner. Presales are $10, and it's $15 at the door. It's all ages, so no alcohol, but there's a pub just down the street that has really yummy food. And we'll have food, a tarot card reader, and body worker, a digital painter, and the Epic Loot Guild will be making an appearance. Well, I feel like I've babbled. www.domaniquealicia.com to link to presales at Brown Papter Tickets. xoxoxo

Lean Back, Just Relax

satyasamadhi — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 04:33:41 GMT

We don't dance, we just pull up our pants. . . . Man. Sometimes I forget how much I love rap.

Gift Exchange!

satyasamadhi — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 15:21:43 GMT

I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.

Killer Queen

satyasamadhi — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 20:24:41 GMT

I just discovered a wasps/bees' nest in my front yard. Does anyone know of any nice little herbs / oils to squash up and put on my arms?

Chuck Norris much?

satyasamadhi — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 03:47:14 GMT

http://excellentfriends.org/ultimateshowdown/ I'm doing homework, I swear.

Wanted:

satyasamadhi — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 23:32:59 GMT

Popsicles. Lots and lots of fruit popsicles, the ones with the actual fruit in them. You reward for showing up at my house with popsicles: - an abundant amount of smooches - perhaps a nice cold shower - dance party in my basement - a tarot reading... hmmmm? - perhaps a nice bonfire when the sun goes down.

Changes

satyasamadhi — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 16:12:33 GMT

Today, I go through my adept initiation. Tonight I shall be reborn a new lady. Tomorrow, I will change the world.

Seeking <3 in Seattle

satyasamadhi — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 19:42:59 GMT

Dear Friends, I figure writing a blog is better than sending out a listing, yeah? Probably not. Who actually reads blogs? Actually, I'm heading up to Seattle Fri 8/17 - Sun 8/19 and am in need to some place to stay. I will be attending an all day event at Tenemos in SW, and just need a couch/bed/floor/snuggle space and shower for Friday and Saturday night. I plan on getting into town around 7pm on Friday, and leaving Sunday morning/afternoon. I won't need a ride (though if you want to drive me around, I won't object ;p ), and I don't smoke, eat animal, so you don't have to worry about me making your house messy. Anyways, if anyone would possibly be willing to let me stay with them, that would be fabulous. 503.775.2447 xo

Walk by the Sea

satyasamadhi — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 05:23:19 GMT

activation alteration animating arousal awaking birth break with the past change changeover conversion enlivening evolution incitement kindling marked transformation metamorphosis mutation provocation quantum jump quantum leap radical change rebirth renewal revival revolutionary change rousing stimulation stirring up sudden change total change transfiguration transformation translation transmogrification transmutation transubstantiation upheaval variety vivification waking waking up

boda

satyasamadhi — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 16:23:10 GMT

Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu. Me gusta viajar, me gustas tu. Me gusta la maana, me gustas tu. Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu. Me gusta soar, me gustas tu. Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu. Voy a assistir una boda de mis amigos Laura y Josh este tarde, solamente. Muy interesante. . . .

Satya

satyasamadhi — Sat, 05 May 2007 16:33:56 GMT

From some email I got last week: Satya, or truth, is the second yama. But telling the truth may not be as easy as it sounds. Researchers have found that eyewitnesses to an event are notoriously unreliable. The more adamant the witnesses are, the more inaccurate they tend to be. Even trained scientists, whose job it is to be completely objective, disagree on what they see and on the interpretation of their results. So what does telling the truth mean? To many yogis, it means speaking with the intention of being truthful, given that what one calls the "truth" is filtered through one's own experience and beliefs about the world. But when we speak with that intention, we have a better chance of not harming others. Another aspect of satya has to do with inner truth or integrity, a deeper and more internal practice. Honesty is what we do when others are around and might judge our actions or words, but to have integrity is to act in an honest manner when others are not around and will never know about our actions. In Sanskrit, sat means the eternal, unchanging truth beyond all knowing; ya is the activating suffix that means "do it." So satya means "actively expressing and being in harmony with the ultimate truth." In this state, we cannot lie or act untruthfully, because we are unified with pure truth itself. http://www.yogajournal.com/wisdom/669_1.cfm?ctsrc=nldn

La Celestina

satyasamadhi — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 17:43:21 GMT

Mi hija, quédate conmigo un rato Por que andas arrastrando eso desdicha? Espérame un memento y te desato Pero, qué enredo te has puesto, muchachita! Qué amargos son los hechos que adivinas! Qué oscura es la ronda de tu recuerdo! Y en cuanto a tu corona de espinas... Te queda bien, pero la pagaras muy caro... Con tu mirada de fiera ofendida, Con tu vendaja donde herida no hay, Con tus gemidos de madre sufrida, Espantaras a tu ultima esperanza. Haz de tu puño algo cariñoso Y haz de tu adios un Hay mi amor! Y de tu ceño una sonrisita Y de tu fuga un Ya voy! Ya voy llegando! Mi hija, qué pena me da de verte! Dejando olvidado a tu cuerpo Muy lista, pobre boba, a dedicarte A la eterna disección de un pecadillo. Mujer desnudate y estate quieta A ti te busca la saeta Y es el hombre, al fin, como sangria Que a veces a salud, a veces mata... Y es el hombre, al fin, como sangria Que a veces a salud, a veces mata Con tu mirada de fiera ofendida, Con tu vendaja donde herida no hay, Con tus gemidos de madre sufrida, Espantaras a tu ultima esperanza. Haz de tu puño algo cariñoso Y haz de tu adios un Hay mi amor! Y de tu ceño una sonrisita Y de tu fuga un Ya voy! Ya voy llegando! Mi hija, qué pena me da de verte! Dejando olvidado a tu cuerpo Muy lista, pobre boba, a dedicarte A la eterna disección de un pecadillo. Mujer desnudate y estate quieta A ti te busca la saeta Y es el hombre, al fin, como sangria Que a veces a salud, a veces mata... Y es el hombre, al fin, como sangria Que a veces a salud, a veces

Coyish Poi-ish

satyasamadhi — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 05:41:12 GMT

I am a nerd and had to post this on Art of Poi. Go on Brad, tell me you love me and you are proud. And then teach me on AIM. Okay? 1-2-3 GO! I would also like to point out how awesome I look in my mama's hoop earings. (Pay attention to the picture, and yes that's me being vain.) ------------------------------------____________________------------------------- So, obviously we all go through life changes, and usually those changes have an affect on what we do day to day. Our eating habits, the way we think or interact with others, and our daily routine gets definstrated (thrown out the window. SAT word of the day!) and we're left with this big vaccum of what to do with our selves. Kind of like what will happen in Cuba if Castro's brother can't hold it down. (um, i'm in a funny mood, I have no idea where my power vaccum idea comes in) But since June, I've been going through some hefty stuff, and only recently have I emerged from it all, ready to kick life's ass. You know the feeling: you're on top of the world, and ain't nobody, NOBODY, gonna get you down, driving down the freeway with the windows down blasting J.Timberlake, honking the whole way. (like I said, funny mood) Anyways, I had put my poi down in June. I've picked them up a few times, but haven't felt it like I used to. And then, over the past few weeks, I've been dreaming more and more about it, knowing that I want to, no, NEED to get back into it. I kinda have been lusting after it. But then, tonight, I saw this wonderful movie on Daily Motion, and that's it! I'm BACK. I know it's a little silly, but seeing a woman do the poi and watching her flow was the first thing that made me decide to start spinning in the first place, and this video has just completely reinstated that feeling. Like a second breath. I'm in love with it again. Okay, off to important task no. 1, loading poi-ing music on my ipod. Thank god I never got rid of that playlist. And important task no. 2 - find someone in Portland (that I like & am comfortable with) to school my ass on air wraps, and 5-beat-weaves. And on top of my nue love for the poi, I've decided to my hula hoop to good use besides marking my ceiling. I'm going to figure out how to get that fucker over my shoulders. And the film: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x113bd_mawelle-episode-3happy-new-year

To all the Callers

satyasamadhi — Mon, 01 Jan 2007 03:28:44 GMT

Hey. If you're gonna call my house and invite me to a party, if you're gonna call my house looking for either Epsylon or I, if you're gonna call my house and want one of us to call you back, if you're gonna call my house and have something inportant to tell us, THEN LEAVE YOUR GOD DAMNED NAME AND PHONE NUMBER!!! Jesus people! I'm gonna knock out the next person I catch not leaving their contact info. Though, it probably won't work because their idenity will remain a mystery. Fuckers.