the prosaic and the sacred
It's always easier to write a post in my mind than to actually type it, so in my mind this blog is filled with all sorts of entries that most likely are interesting only to me. As I've not typed them you don't have to be bored by them.
This weekend I helped 2 friends vend their eclectic creations (primarily handmade leather masks, along with some jewelry and unique fashions) at the Sex and So Much More show at the Denver Convention Center. Of the vendors and preformers (not to mention the porn stars doing autograph signings) I would rate the convention at 90% prosaic, 10% poetry (if that much). The atmosphere wasn't helped by the stark, cavernous space and the bloodshot eye inducing overhead lights. The proliferation of so many sex toy vendors, private strip club promoters and women dressed as Jerry Springer show audience members made it all seem so very unsexy and so very dull. In a week that had 2 states a governor's signature away from a near all out abortion ban, the event was decidely clinical but at least there was a great emphasis on safe sex and condom use. The most pronounced juxtaposition for me is getting a call from a couple, now new clients, who want my assistance as they prepare for artificial insemination.
Whereas my focus for studying is wandering with the stirring up of the wind (which is driving me near batty today), putting myself in situations like the sex show shores up my resolve to move into more of a foward thinking modality - the Integral modalities propogated by Ken Wilber and his group. Although whether it truly is in my heart or in my little wanting to be superior academic head (emphasis on the wanting and less on the achieving) will be seen on if I can put more action to my words.
The wind is seriously messing me up today. Kuddos to all who can stand it. I'll be the one hiding in the corner at the Bluebird tonight trying not to be a major bitch while seeing old friends from back east and praying that the smoking ban gets back on track so I can not smell like an ashtray after a night out. The air is thin enough up here people, your smoking only makes it worse.
First Friday musts; visit Ronnie and All American Vogue for the 10th anniversary party turned Bill Winter for Congress fundraiser, then head over to Santa Fe Drive and include ArtsMyths at 802 Santa Fe, studio #1 on the second floor.
This weekend I helped 2 friends vend their eclectic creations (primarily handmade leather masks, along with some jewelry and unique fashions) at the Sex and So Much More show at the Denver Convention Center. Of the vendors and preformers (not to mention the porn stars doing autograph signings) I would rate the convention at 90% prosaic, 10% poetry (if that much). The atmosphere wasn't helped by the stark, cavernous space and the bloodshot eye inducing overhead lights. The proliferation of so many sex toy vendors, private strip club promoters and women dressed as Jerry Springer show audience members made it all seem so very unsexy and so very dull. In a week that had 2 states a governor's signature away from a near all out abortion ban, the event was decidely clinical but at least there was a great emphasis on safe sex and condom use. The most pronounced juxtaposition for me is getting a call from a couple, now new clients, who want my assistance as they prepare for artificial insemination.
Whereas my focus for studying is wandering with the stirring up of the wind (which is driving me near batty today), putting myself in situations like the sex show shores up my resolve to move into more of a foward thinking modality - the Integral modalities propogated by Ken Wilber and his group. Although whether it truly is in my heart or in my little wanting to be superior academic head (emphasis on the wanting and less on the achieving) will be seen on if I can put more action to my words.
The wind is seriously messing me up today. Kuddos to all who can stand it. I'll be the one hiding in the corner at the Bluebird tonight trying not to be a major bitch while seeing old friends from back east and praying that the smoking ban gets back on track so I can not smell like an ashtray after a night out. The air is thin enough up here people, your smoking only makes it worse.
First Friday musts; visit Ronnie and All American Vogue for the 10th anniversary party turned Bill Winter for Congress fundraiser, then head over to Santa Fe Drive and include ArtsMyths at 802 Santa Fe, studio #1 on the second floor.
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