Give Blood, But Don't Play Tricks

I've been listening to an amazing self-created radio station based around the music of Kelly Joe Phelps and artists similar to him. It is beyond amazing, and I feel like running away to the Ozarks to square dance with the trees.


Right before I left cafe today I initiated some shenanigans, of which Melissa and Mitch were witness to: I turned Brett's nametag for the Yoga Conference registration around and wrote 'Susie' on it. Later on Mitch told me that Brett looked over all of the names, searching for his place at the table, didn't find his name, went over to the list of volunteers for the registration table, went back over to the table to look at the names again, then went down to production to figure out why his name wasn't on the table. Apparently this was not a good trick to play, because he thought he'd been forgotten! I felt really bad, ultimately, and ended up arguing with Helema after Meghan yelled at me and told me I was immature and would never amount to anything in my life. She's right, though.

After I shenaniganed Dumbledore I went to get some salad from dining hall. Jenna Bear and I decided to sit on the veranda, which is against the rules (teehee!). We had an excellent time discussing integral theories of everything, shininess, the meaning of life, and dancing our bliss. She is still froggy when she talks, and hasn't heard back from the doctor, so none of us know what germs she is passing on to us.

After lunch I donated blood, because I do that sort of thing.

Tonight Wah! is going to be leading kirtan in the main hall, I'm soooo excited that she and her band are back, and that we will be having a mini-ecstatic chant! I hope I get all oneness/funness and dance crazy like the fool that I am.

In the meantime I'm going to listen to my awesome Pandora station, surf the net, try not to think about how much my inner elbow hurts, and maybe go to meditation. Blah blah blah, energy and magic and yoga and meditation.

The end.

(Reality) Check Please!

Isobel, Jenna and I are all doing the job search thing, and getting very worried about our futures (maybe). It hasn't really brought the real world crashing in as I thought it would, but it certainly is an annoyance. At least the other two have a degree to make them more marketable. All I have is random smatterings of information collected from two years of fun and fancy free.

Besides the kind of sort of reality check, I have also been trying to get farther away from reality by focusing on art and dance and such. I've discovered that dancing is a form of meditation for me, and world music is my connection to other cultures. I am not a dancer, however; at least, I don't currently identify myself as such.

This piece of shit computer is getting on my nerves...

I'm still waiting for my glasses to come in the mail. Supposedly they have been shipped. Right now I'm wearing a taped up, crooked pair that make me dizzy everytime I walk. It will be nice to have some new glasses.

Woe is me and my pathetic life. At least I have my health. And coffee.

Staff appreciation day was a few days back and LizO and I had to work the night shift. We decided that we would exercise our right to be irreverent. It worked out well. S-s-s-seitan in ma belly!

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Drink All the Coffee and Watch Amelie

Gosh, working A-shift again really killed me. I described it as 'etheric', because of the dreamlike atmoshpere of the passing of time during the shift. Oh, and mouse poop.

All the coffee in the world can't keep me awake...But I must stay awake, for Amelie is playing in Ram Das tonight. Last night was the Celestine Prophesy. Had never read or seen it. It was kind of cheesy. Nice concept though, and pretty much all of what we Om staff do with our time here; energy awareness and oneness bliss type stuff. Boring. I'd rather LARP with the Wayfinders. They're gone now though

Amazing Discovery

OMG CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!

The Chocolate Cake Experience

I love family week. This has been the most fun I've had here all season, aside from ecstatic chant weekend; although I'd say that this weekend has been waaaaaaay more fun and magickal. NOW this is Hogwarts.This morning I woke up to hordes of children outside my door screaming and yelling things like, "General! General! Retreat! Retreat! They're coming!!!", and then various sounds of battle with foam weapons. That was the moment that I decided that I want to work for the Wayfinder's Experience workshop group. Seeing the groups of costumed people engaging in real-time battles with styrophome and Nerf weapons, yelling and screaming as if being murdered, has been enough to life my spirits every day. I checked out Wayfinder's website and found that they build childrens' confidence in themselves through problem-solving, interactive theatre experiences, non-competitive games, and role-playing. This is such an amazing idea, since most gym classes and childrens' sports groups only promote competition amidst young people, which only perpetuates throughout their lives and leaves them with feelings of inadequecy. I definitely want to work for them. And I want to run around with a middle-earth style costume and a foam sword.

After I was awakened by the raging battle on my front lawn, I stumbled into staff dining only to find four (maybe five, I can't rightly remember) chocolate-rasberry truffle cakes. So I had chocolate cake for breakfast. It's okay though, I had a salad for lunch.

This week is heaven week (and diabetes promotion week?).

I spoke with Frances in faculty support about getting a hold of the people in charge of Wayfinder's in order to talk to them about the program. She told me that their final battle would be held this afternoon in Main Field, and that I should try to catch someone who looks vaguely like an adult, to speak with them. She also suggested that I stake out a position beforehand at Pavilion, where they hold their pre-battle rallies. I'm going there when I'm finished with my internet business. I hope I get a chance to talk with someone about the program and the possibility of participating with them in the future.

YAY!

Oh! Oh! Oh my gawt! And...and...and! Tonight in Hill House there is a Middle Eastern music performance for staff only!! Alex and I will be attending together, front row seats (back-jacks?).

Wow. This is heaven week.

NAMASTE EVERYONE!

Family Week Has Cometh

I am so confused right now, because Lehn looks so entirely androgynous with his long, golden-blonde locks in a french braid.

Besides that, it's family week:

This week at Omega it is family week. Family week was destined to be the best week ever, because it involves city children running wild in the country, and lots and lots of sugary desserts to increase their parents' stress levels.

Not only have the hundreds of screaming children brought with them cardboard swords and a penchant for yelling innappropriate things when the adults are trying to be 'spiritual', but they have also brought with them their exhuberence and unfettered joy. They have been inspiring the staff to leg go of our grown-up burdens and do such things as roll down tick-infested grassy hills, play hide-and-seek, and run around with general abandon. It's great, despite the ticks.

In addition to the children, there is the children's menu, which we as adults and staff are not supposed to be eating off of. Tater tots and shaped finger foods...CHOCOLATE MILK! I'll admit, we do a little bit of sneaking every here and there, but only with the milk. It's like crack.

There was a kid playing Vivaldi on his violin, and this kid was probably only about ten. That's all I can think of to say about that.