Rock chicks rule!

This evening my theatre played host to the finale show of Rocker Girl Camp. It's a camp for girls - 10 to 16 years old - to learn to be rock stars...band camp but with a twist.

And I know it's no surprise to most of you who know what a sap I am, but I lost it. I wept with the joy of it from the first note. This was perhaps the cutest and most inspiring musical thing I've seen in a long time. All dressed up in their pink fedoras and glittery scarves - these girls were rocking for the pure joy of it. Some of them learned to play their instruments THIS WEEK!

Oh my God they were awesome! Please let us do it again next year!

What is wrong with these people?

OK, I don't get it. I have no eloquent words. I am too angry, too saddened, too baffled...

Why do people put bombs on trains and buses? I have no concept of the type of person who would kill sight-unseen. I have trouble imagining killing someone under any circumstances, even in self defense. How is it possible to hate enough to simply say "those people, that bus, I don't care who's actualy in the line of fire"?

And I don't believe that there is some sort of religious reasoning behind this. (if that's even the "reason" these people would give) All of the Muslims I know would no more kill someone than I would. And I' pretty sure there's not a religious book out there that says "it's ok to kill people" let alone "it's ok to kill people you don't know and have never seen pefore just because you feel like it".

These weren't soldiers or even politicians... they were ordinary folk, going about their business. They were just like you and me.

I just don't understand it. I hope I never do.

It tears me up inside.

~ thoughts, prayers and much sympathy to everyone touched by this tragedy.

I got carded yesterday. Twice. And I thought about it and I am almost legal age past legal age...so getting carded is kind of cool.

Foolish me. I believed the words you spoke.

Excitement that wanes to nothing with no apparent explanation.

Commitment that disappears as if by magic.

Feigned enthusiasm.

I forgot. I said I’d think about it…it sounded like a good idea…sure, maybe.

Don’t lie to me. Just say no.

feeling particularly landlocked today

If I suddenly had a splash of extra cash I would disappear for a weekend.

I would fly to where I could hear the crash of surf on rock; smell the salt in the air, the slightly stale smells of life and death that combine in tide pools to smell of stagnance. I would run along the shore, splashing my feet, deeper and deeper until I simply fell backwards into the water and floated away with the tide. For a little while at least.

Would I go there, to my familiar coast and drag you out to sit on those rocks with me? You enjoyed it there that last time. I think it surprised you. (although I think it’s probably a subdivision now – with that road they were making and the lots measured off.) I would show you the other place where the world is sheltered by the rocks...where all you see is the blue of the sky and the ocean and all you feel is the warmth of the sun... no one can see you there, the wind can't even touch you - only the salt spray finds you... every seventh wave.

God I love that place.

Or would I head the other way, to the coast I’ve never seen, and find a rock of my own to sit on, a place I’ve never been but with the familiarity of waves, surf and sand?

Maybe I could find a boat and leave the land behind completely.

Maybe I could find a pod of whales to follow for a time.

...or maybe a mermaid.