ANVIL: Go see it.

Anvil: The Story of Anvil. The incredible documentary based on the LEGENDARY Canadian metal band, ANVIL.

Directed by Sacha Gervasi, the film has won multiple awards including:
Truer Than Fiction Award: Nominee Film Independent's Spirit Awards
Best Documentary Feature: Edmonton Film Festival
Best Documentary Feature: Calgary Film Festival
Best Documentary Feature: Galway Film Fleadh
Audience Award: Los Angeles Film Festival
Audience Award: Sydney Film Festival

Visit the movie's website: ANVILTHEMOVIE.COM

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

The Magic Kingdom

I'm very excited to be visiting Disneyland for the very 1st time on Monday!!!

there is only one of you

"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. The world will not have it. -Martha Graham
This quotation comes from a letter written by Martha Graham to her biographer, Agnes DeMille.

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For the love of Dance!

I'm not sure when it happened, or why, but sometime last year I fell out of love with Dance. I used to be head of heels in love, almost obsessed, I lived Dance and breathed Dance.

Somewhere along the way, the things that once drew me to Dance started to irritate me. I started to wonder, did it always breathe so loudly? Did it always make so much noise while watching TV? Would it be too hard for Dance to consider me for a change and leave the toilet seat down? Dance, you never bring me flowers anymore!
I mean sure, we still hung out all the time, but it wasn't special anymore. It felt routine.

So, I started hanging out with Improv. I'd spend a night or two a week with Acting, leaving Dance waiting by the phone, disappointed with me that I'd said I'd call, but once again I hadn't.

I saw you last night, Dance and again this morning and Dance, you left me with a sense of longing, pining for how you used to make me feel.

I think it's time to patch things up. Let's hang out again. Nothing too crazy, just casual. What are you doing this weekend?

"I'm worried that you hate me"

Text message I received April 29th 12:32 AM:

Do you hate me? Cause I’m really sorry for being so harsh and having not called you in a long time. And I realize that it may not sound sincere in a text message but I am really worried that you hate me.
-rockstar

Do I hate you?
I’m not sure how to respond to such a ridiculous question especially when posed, late night, via text message 6 months after the incidents in question.

Let’s just reminisce for a moment, shall we?

How exactly were you “being so harsh”?
Was it how you showed up drunk to our date?
How you took me out with your friends then abandoned me to fend for myself, not knowing anyone?
Was it harsh how you spent the whole night bragging like a douchebag about how your song was going to be single of the week on iTunes?
Or was the harsh part how you spent most of the night with some other girl named Amy that I think I walked in on you kissing.
Oh no, wait!
Maybe the harsh part was when you were falling over drunk and I had to practically carry you home and you dropped your phone so I picked it up only to get a text from your supposed Ex saying, “I need you”.
It might have been harsh when you got upset with me for “expecting to much from you” and then said that you didn’t think you owed me a daily phone call.

I actually liked you a lot and you did nothing but hurt me and make me feel pathetic.
No, I don’t hate you.
I am disappointed in you and I am disgusted with you.
Wait, that was 6 months ago…
Now, I’m just indifferent.

Inspired by Letters to My Exes

Entitlement

A sense of entitlement is one of the things which disgusts me most as a character trait.
Self centered narcissists and their offspring make me want to quit humanity.
This is why I do not want to work at Bar Mitzvahs anymore.

Pull yourself together

As I write in this blog for the 1st time in over a month, I wonder whether I'm actually capable of staying with anything for an extended period of time.
I feel like the only things I've done consistently throughout my life are breathe, and sleep, even eating had its moments when I'd put it on pause.
I need a closer. A finisher. Someone who will get on me 'til the job gets done. Someone relentless with a mountain of patience.
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