My youngest son is a budding film director. He's only 6 and already has created two classic short films.
First film is "Wadda This That."
And the sequel, "Wadda This That 2."
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
One of those fantasy things
I think everyone has a "fantasy" career.For some, they want to be famous rock stars.
Me? I'd love to be a burlesque performer.
Check out the Chaz Royal Burleque on myspace.com for a list of upcoming shows happening around beautiful BC.
To the left is a pic of the beautiful Bettina, one of several of the talented performers.
And y'all thought BC just had mountains and ocean views to oggle.
Namesake
My first name means "harvester."
My middle name means "one who sows."
Put them both together and you get "one who reaps what one sows."
I don't think my parents ever knew the meanings of the names. Both names are the middle names of my grandmothers and I was to be named after them. It was happenstance that I should be called what I am.
When I was younger and looked up the meaning of my names, I thought that I had been cursed. "One who reaps what one sows" sounds like a threat. It reminds me of "you made your own bed; now lie in it" or "what goes around, comes around." Was I doomed, then, to never "sow the seeds of discontent" or "sow my wild oats"?
I'm older now, perhaps wiser, perhaps not. The meaning of my name no longer fearful to me. I have learned that some of the best things in life to get are actually things that you give away [i.e., love, friendship, compassion, wisdom, et cetera]. Like the dandelion wishes of youth, you set them free into the world and hope that they will eventually take root in the minds and hearts of others, that they will germinate and blossom. And in so doing, I am able to savour those fruits or simply admire their beauty.
My middle name means "one who sows."
Put them both together and you get "one who reaps what one sows."
I don't think my parents ever knew the meanings of the names. Both names are the middle names of my grandmothers and I was to be named after them. It was happenstance that I should be called what I am.
When I was younger and looked up the meaning of my names, I thought that I had been cursed. "One who reaps what one sows" sounds like a threat. It reminds me of "you made your own bed; now lie in it" or "what goes around, comes around." Was I doomed, then, to never "sow the seeds of discontent" or "sow my wild oats"?
I'm older now, perhaps wiser, perhaps not. The meaning of my name no longer fearful to me. I have learned that some of the best things in life to get are actually things that you give away [i.e., love, friendship, compassion, wisdom, et cetera]. Like the dandelion wishes of youth, you set them free into the world and hope that they will eventually take root in the minds and hearts of others, that they will germinate and blossom. And in so doing, I am able to savour those fruits or simply admire their beauty.
In the beginning ...
Starting up anything new on the internet these days always reminds me of a sketch I saw on Saturday Night Live a few years back. It was one of those "fake" commercials about a conservative financial company that advertises in a deadpan tone that they are finally on the internet, with the only web address left by the time they got around to it being clownpenis.fart.
I thought about using that for the name of my blog, but, wouldn't you know it, the name is already taken!
I thought about using that for the name of my blog, but, wouldn't you know it, the name is already taken!
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