Yes to everything but no.

A few days ago I watched the movie Yes Man with my roommate. I have decided to embrace such opportunistic notions myself. My friend Madgell is very good at this lifestyle. She says yes to practically. Yes to disney land, yes to ballroom dance classes, yes to rafting in class five rapids. yes! YeS! yEs!

Back when I was paying 170.00 a month at a quaint Missoula home near the north side of town I got to know my wonderful roommate who has the most voluminous, crazy, romantically curly, black tendrils I have ever seen. Her hair reminds me of the Secret of Roan Inish *goood movie. She also happens to be a successful local artist making her own metallic flair...check out her site!~ http://www.etsy.com/shop/ciaraeverett

Anyway...I was in the shower one day and this lovely shampoo popped into my morning vision called "Yes to Carrots". While the shampoo itself did not give my hair the love it needed, I loved seeing a "Yes to" message everymorning. I also like raw foods so there is something very motivating about their marketing campaign. http://www.yestocarrots.com/about-us.html. In fact, recently I learned a little bit about shampoos and the harmful chemicals most contain. Did you know that the foamy wonder of shampoos is actually sodum lauryl sulfate and was originally marketed in WWII to increase sales...not to clean? http://www.jasoncosmetics.com/sodium lauryl sulfate.html. My stylist I've been going to for four years recommends I invest in a $50 set of organic curly hair products (devacurl) that don't sud and work great for curly locks...but I'm broke right now so...ugh. I'm going to have my friend Cristina cut it with her nail clippers. She has rad hipster hair. Yes to natural hair. Yes to dirty hair.

Yes-to http://www.actionyes.org/. This is a great poetry site that I found during a search. I really like this poet...

Building on Fire
by Jennifer Fumiko Cahill

From here I can see your point
about love and real estate:
location, location, location.
Which is not to say that I love
everything, now on the verge
of losing all. Even as the trucks
roll up, I want what I wanted
before: to be right,
to hold what is in front of me,
to never see another funeral,
and to be forgiven
our serious, serious hearts.

Not Optimistic
by Jennifer Fumiko Cahill

but marvelling under the bank
of gas station lights. Surprised
at the moon still visible near morning,
and that you could have thrown
every plan with five words--
I love you. You're fired.
It could just be the calm that comes
after driving a long time,
but touching my face, I swear
it's as beautiful as Buster Keaton's when,
hands in pockets, he stepped from disaster

i actually have a media arts project I did that goes with this one. I will post it one day when I figure out how. I love it too. I am currently on page 158 of On the Road. Yes to reading. Yes to questions. Yes to vague poems. Yes to loving life.

THREE POEMS from LES MERTON
DRIFTING

But I had to get going and stop moaning, so I picked up my bag... Jack Kerouac - On the Road: Part One, Chapter 3. I’m not drifting to escape I don’t feel that I must turn over a new leaf drifting is what I do. Drifting is a way of life for me. I like drifting through highways and byways of the mind: this is a road of self discovery and for a moment; samadhi is just a few mediations away... Occasionally, I drift down the road of despair feel there is only one answer: that answer is usually a journey into the unknown without a return ticket. I know that black days are the birth of the blues and I move on... shift into the light. Step higher. Drift slowly into myself : experience day to day anxiety climax into freedom. Drifting on the road through life I instinctively feel the next step is the step that brings me near that unforgettable experience. I keep going, what’s the point of looking back? I drift, I survive. Failure, success, highs and lows make me what I am, give me personal satisfaction. Is there anything else worth living for.

ok paradox: the glass is half empty or the glass is half full...or yes i'm thirsty thanks.