<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289</id><updated>2012-01-18T09:49:06.706-05:00</updated><category term='discrimination'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='advocacy'/><category term='LGBTQ'/><title type='text'>Where is the Support?</title><subtitle type='html'>...searching/re-searching for where the support is for LGBTQ youth who are homeless in the city of Toronto.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3954662137953249310</id><published>2011-10-21T11:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:53:57.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We NEED to make it better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gakmZEeJFW0/TqGjn_oA9eI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Z9wXmauMChc/s1600/s-JAMIE-HUBLEY-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gakmZEeJFW0/TqGjn_oA9eI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Z9wXmauMChc/s320/s-JAMIE-HUBLEY-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665989713698289122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply affected by the recent suicide of 15-year-old Jaimie Hubley from Ottawa, ON. Jaimie faced ongoing homophobic bullying and was treated cruelly in his high school because he was gay. He was made fun of because he chose figure skating over hockey. He tried to start a Rainbow Club, but the other students tore down his posters. &lt;br /&gt;How many youth will need to be murdered by homophobia before people start to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work focuses on LGBTQ youth homelessness in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;I devote my life work to LGBTQ youth and to making Toronto a safer, more accessible, and supportive city for LGBTQ homeless youth. I’m very aware that we still have a lot of work to do. We need to invest more money into programs for LGBTQ youth, especially LGBTQ youth who are homeless. We NEED to STOP the homophobia and transphobia that throws 25-40% of youth out of their homes. We NEED to STOP the homophobia and transphobia that then kicks the same youth out of the shelter system, and we NEED to STOP the homophobia and transphobia that makes them then fear their lives on the streets. WE NEED TO STOP THIS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not okay that youth experience homophobia and transphobia in their homes, in school, in the shelter system, on the streets. WAKE UP, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep talking about how it gets better. Well, it’s time now that WE MAKE IT BETTER. Too many young people are dying because of hate. We need to implement strategies that will lead to change. People need to be educated. Homophobic slurs are not okay, no matter how busy you are (as a teacher or frontline worker), you need to STOP these incidents for occurring every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to stop and think about Jamie’s death.&lt;br /&gt;We need to reflect and think about how to become a more accepting society. &lt;br /&gt;Let’s start with the basics and learn about love. &lt;br /&gt;Let’s teach each other how to ACCEPT love and authenticity. &lt;br /&gt;It seems so simple, doesn’t it? Yet, as a society we have failed on every level.&lt;br /&gt;So, let us start anew, because I believe that it can get better. We just need to put our hearts into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alex ilona Abramovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lesbian Gay Bi Trans Youth Line: 1-800-268-9688 askus@youthline.ca http://www.youthline.ca&lt;br /&gt;Kids Help Phone: 1-800-668-6868&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3954662137953249310?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3954662137953249310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3954662137953249310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3954662137953249310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3954662137953249310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-need-to-make-it-better.html' title='We NEED to make it better'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gakmZEeJFW0/TqGjn_oA9eI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Z9wXmauMChc/s72-c/s-JAMIE-HUBLEY-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2685125060662821477</id><published>2011-05-15T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:26:54.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismantling the binary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys4RaxHXC24/TdBvKgV2j0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/kkSiQp5o32g/s1600/gender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys4RaxHXC24/TdBvKgV2j0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/kkSiQp5o32g/s320/gender.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607103762347233090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a highly structured world. Everything related to what we have come to know as human nature is controlled by the structure that we call society/patriarchy. There is almost nothing more structured (in society/patriarchy) than the gender binary system; a system dominated by the structure of power. From the moment we are born we are assigned either to the female or male gender category based on the doctor’s first glance of our genitalia. Very early in life we are also taught that almost every single thing is consigned a gender within the binary (e.g. toys, games, sports, objects, clothing, music, movies, books, etc).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning at birth, the structural control of gender grants us minimal choice in deciding or even knowing who our authentic selves are. I argue that because we are born into this meticulous organization of gender power, we are socially and culturally shaped and constructed in ways that are beyond our control. Those of us who search for ways to look beyond gender-normative discourses produce deep ontological threats and are often silenced and/or considered deviant. Furthermore, there is a type of gender surveillance that occurs in our culture. This gender surveillance is most apparently manifested in the pathologization of gender and in the pressure our culture places on people to constantly find ways to fit into normative gender categories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The structural organization and power that constitutes the gender binary system is used to control and oppress women and people who do not fit into the binary. In other words, the gender binary is constructed to privilege an idealized and unattainable male body and oppress all other bodies. From this perspective, the prescription of the gender binary system on bodies reinforces patriarchy. I view the gender binary as a type of prison system that we are born into (Goffman, 1961; Flax, 1990). The people who break free from the prison and discover that they do not fit into the binary are seen as the outlaws in need of capture and repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time we begin to problematize hegemonic discourses of gender and question "gender".  We must also interrogate the tensions that exist between trans discourse and feminist theory and discuss how the two schools of thought can work together to enhance human understanding. Let us all begin dismantling one of the most powerful structures that we human beings have created...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2685125060662821477?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2685125060662821477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2685125060662821477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2685125060662821477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2685125060662821477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2011/05/dismantling-binary.html' title='Dismantling the binary'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys4RaxHXC24/TdBvKgV2j0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/kkSiQp5o32g/s72-c/gender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8458075049479865463</id><published>2010-12-10T16:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:30:30.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE CALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TQKb5nKXnYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tXi7AatQQQs/s1600/housecall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TQKb5nKXnYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tXi7AatQQQs/s320/housecall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549169104941194626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE CALL is a series of community conversations that will travel to different parts of Toronto in an effort to build a diverse movement to create a shelter for homeless LGBT youth in Toronto. Some of these conversation will be hard. Some of these conversations will be full of joy, full of pain, full of memory and full of hope. Some of these conversations will be historic. &lt;br /&gt;All of these conversations are conversations we need to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HOUSE CALL conversations have three purposes: Record, Relate &amp; Renovate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record&lt;br /&gt;We come together to build a record of our histories &amp; hopes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relate&lt;br /&gt;We come together to build a movement and make new friends and allies. We respect and listen to each other, even if it’s uncomfortable or scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renovate&lt;br /&gt;We come together to build a new shelter that reflects the needs and dreams of lesbian, gay, bi, trans, transsexual, transgender, two-spirit and queer youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday December 9th, 2010 we had the first HOUSE CALL community meeting, which will be a series of conversations that we will have in different parts of Toronto in the coming months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the event looked like:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;7:00 Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:05 Short film ("Out on the Street") &amp; presentation on why we need an LGBT shelter in Toronto by Alex Abramovich, &lt;br /&gt;with some brief examples of LGBTQ shelters in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:25 Record &amp; Relate Round 1 (see details below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:55 Record &amp; Relate Round 2 (see details below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:20 Whole Group Open Mic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:40 Wrap-up &amp; What You Can Do To Stay Involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record &amp; Relate Options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really want to give people different ways to Record &amp; Relate their experiences, their passion, their fears and their hopes. You can choose to do any of the below options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art &amp; Craft Area (hosted by The People Project)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Booth (hosted by Deviant Productions: Lali Mohammed &amp; Vivek Menon with Leo Zuniga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio &amp; Podcasting Corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging, Endorsing, Writing and/or Online Surveys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Group Discussion: Why we need an LGBT youth shelter (facilitated by Aniska Ali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Group Discussion: Dreaming &amp; Prioritizing Possibilities (facilitated by CC Sapp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Group Discussion: Logistics like Location, Size, Partnerships and More (facilitated by Curtis Norman) &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was well attended with people who helped spark the movement.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite magical to see so many people advocating for such a necessary cause, especially on such a cold night in December when a service like this is so essential in our city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to as many of these meetings as we need until the proper support is provided for LGBTQ youth who experience homelessness in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in solidarity,&lt;br /&gt;alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8458075049479865463?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8458075049479865463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8458075049479865463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8458075049479865463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8458075049479865463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2010/12/house-call.html' title='HOUSE CALL'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TQKb5nKXnYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tXi7AatQQQs/s72-c/housecall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3218190544289403972</id><published>2010-11-01T08:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T08:49:42.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Forum on Homelessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TM63Wi51TBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i4R2N7SHsgc/s1600/listening_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TM63Wi51TBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i4R2N7SHsgc/s320/listening_blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534562590039297042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TM63WOvY7oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E_lyvvEUXvg/s1600/storytell_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TM63WOvY7oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E_lyvvEUXvg/s320/storytell_blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534562584626785922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had the opportunity of presenting at the National Forum on Homelessness in Montreal. The Forum invited community based organizations, public institutions, and elected representatives from all over Canada to exchange on different important themes regarding homelessness. Over a day and a half, a large group of people exchanged ideas and thoughts on practices of intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presented on the panel entitled “Using Art in Intervention”. My talk focused on the power of Digital Storytelling and how research has traditionally viewed people who are homeless as the “subjects” in research, rather than the “experts”. I spoke about our culture’s obsession with controlling which people are granted the authority of being acknowledged as producers of knowledge and how only certain people are given such authority. However, when you put a video camera or a digital camera in the hands of people with lived experiences of homelessness and you ask them to show you what they know, to give a glimpse into the real world experience of homelessness, a lot of powerful things happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It recognizes people with experiences of homelessness as the “experts” of their experiences and allows their lived experiences to inform strategies for solutions to homelessness; &lt;br /&gt;-It validates those involved in sharing their stories as the “knowledge makers”;&lt;br /&gt;-It interrogates the traditional research notion of ‘us’ and ‘them’;&lt;br /&gt;-It encourages solidarity building&lt;br /&gt;-It reflects the diversity of experiences, bodies, and voices in homelessness; &lt;br /&gt;-And of course it helps break down people’s stereotypes of homelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I suggested that whether you are using art or digital storytelling with participants in your research or as an art therapy tool in social service programs, the process of art making and/or digital storytelling for individuals with lived experiences is therapeutic and empowering. It encourages self-expression, communication, exploration, and social justice.&lt;br /&gt;But, as much as I encourage the use of art and digital storytelling with participants, I think it is crucial for researchers to spend time thinking about authenticity and how to be more authentic in their work.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in a journey as personal as digital storytelling, researchers and social support providers need to think about what they are asking people to share and be willing to share their story as well.&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for our culture to shift how it understands what knowledge is and who is given the power of producing it.  &lt;br /&gt;I would like to see more storytelling from those with lived experiences of homelessness and more listening from our society, because maybe when that happens, we will actually be able to come up with strategies to end homelessness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3218190544289403972?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3218190544289403972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3218190544289403972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3218190544289403972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3218190544289403972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2010/11/national-forum-on-homelessness.html' title='National Forum on Homelessness'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TM63Wi51TBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i4R2N7SHsgc/s72-c/listening_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5776361538963972727</id><published>2010-10-05T20:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:52:00.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it gets better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TKvHsqMljJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1smg9j4-yrM/s1600/better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TKvHsqMljJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1smg9j4-yrM/s320/better.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524728937955298450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a number of recent teen suicides in the LGBTQ community.&lt;br /&gt;This has really broken my heart and the hearts of many.&lt;br /&gt;In response to these tragedies, Dan Savage started the "it gets better" project as a way to give a little hope to teens everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, LGBTQ teens are 4 times more likely to commit suicide in comparison to heterosexual teens.&lt;br /&gt;Homophobic and transphobic bullying are an everyday reality in high school's across the nation. And at the end of the day, countless teens have no place to go, but back "home" to family situations that are often filled with bullying and abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important that we come together as a community and find ways to make our city more supportive and safe for all youth, and that we encourage youth to fully be who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Youth need to know that it does get better...and we need to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a short video for youth, as my contribution to the "it gets better" project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nc27rq_0N_g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all be part of this much needed shift...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5776361538963972727?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5776361538963972727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5776361538963972727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5776361538963972727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5776361538963972727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-gets-better.html' title='it gets better'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TKvHsqMljJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1smg9j4-yrM/s72-c/better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-7774175767829000559</id><published>2010-07-14T10:17:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:14:24.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride with Youthline - 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TD3TVJxs19I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_4KLtyGjFgw/s1600/pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TD3TVJxs19I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_4KLtyGjFgw/s320/pride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493779480816965586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride was fantastic this year! &lt;br /&gt;I danced through the parade on the Youthline float...in between 2 giant cardboard printouts that read:&lt;br /&gt;"There are NO emergency shelters for LGBT youth in Canada"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"1/3 of homeless youth are LGBT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that Youthline helped raise awareness to the growing issue of LGBTQ youth homelessness and the lack of support available here in Toronto. &lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful experience to finally spread this message at such an important event. I can only hope that amongst the crowds of thousands of people squirting water guns and dancing to music....that this message was heard. I can only hope that someone focused their camera lens onto the words and walked away thinking about this. Because here in this beautiful city of Toronto...25-40% of the homeless youth population are LGBTQ and we still don't have a specialized emergency shelter - shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-7774175767829000559?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/7774175767829000559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=7774175767829000559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7774175767829000559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7774175767829000559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2010/07/pride-with-youthline-2010.html' title='Pride with Youthline - 2010'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/TD3TVJxs19I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_4KLtyGjFgw/s72-c/pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5382229194694978383</id><published>2010-02-09T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:05:24.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ShOUT "Unconference"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/S3IiaP26O2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9GCxk6N4ATg/s1600-h/homeless.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/S3IiaP26O2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9GCxk6N4ATg/s320/homeless.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436445534518393698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queer West Motto – Building a Community&lt;br /&gt;Strengthening the City &lt;br /&gt;ShOUT “Unconference” A Participant-Facilitated Discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Out on the Streets: Queer, Young and Homeless in Toronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queer West is launching the First new ShOUT Queer Youth Forum event on Wednesday February 24, 2010 @ Masaryk-Cowan Community Centre (Parkdale).  You're Invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShOUT is a monthly Open Space technology “Unconference” A Participant-Facilitated Discussion, designed For and By Queer Youth and Young Adults, including their friends and allies in West Central Toronto Ontario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix and Mingle with our panelists and the six members from the Beehive Collective, who worked hard putting tonight’s event together for you. All Generation-Y volunteers. The Queer West Board of Directors will also be present. Philip Cairns, Jaclyn Isen and  Michel F. Paré.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There will be Art Show and Works by Ilona Abramovich&lt;br /&gt;The SHOUT evening is Free and Wheelchair Accessible. Vegetarian food, cupcakes and green tea, will be provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Feb 24 event runs from 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm at the Masaryk-Cowan Community Centre&lt;br /&gt;220 Cowan Avenue (Toronto Parkdale) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconference topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Out on the Streets. Young, Queer and Homeless in Toronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some LGBT youth find their sexual orientation an additional barrier within already limited services for homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Short film screening (problem, research being done, solutions? Support?)&lt;br /&gt; – Reframing “home” in queer terms&lt;br /&gt;-Community kinship as queer family&lt;br /&gt;-Where’s the support from Toronto AIDS/HIV Organizations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest Speakers:&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Please note that participation in ShOUT! Queer West Youth and Young Adult Program does not necessarily reflect the sexual orientation or gender identity of its participants in any particular way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Biographies:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ilona Abramovich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilona Abramovich is a PhD student in the Adult Education and Community Development program at the University of Toronto – OISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her research interests focus on LGBTQ youth homelessness, youth culture, and support services. The main question that drives Ilona’s work and passion is “where is the support?” She strives to find where the support is for LGBTQ youth who are homeless in Toronto and to help share the voices of a population of people who are often silenced and unheard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abramovich is interested in arts-informed research and media activism and is always thinking of new ways to spread awareness and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paints on canvas, wood, and concrete – using acrylics, spray paint, nails, wire, and screens. Ilona is inspired by pink skies, observation, and hope. Her Web Site: http://www.ilona6.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Max Baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Baru was born in Moscow on November 4th, and currently resides in Toronto Parkdale .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru is a member of Parkdale Street Writers group (A weekly writing workshop for Street Youth). His work focuses on contemporary fiction, and explores unconventional romance, issues of identity, and gender as well as attempts to distort social perceptions. Baru’s work often contains undercurrents that reflect his views on mental health issues, and although often presented through a dark motif emphasizes self-preservation. Baru is currently a volunteer at Dandyhorse (Cycling) Magazine and most recently his poetry has been featured by the Hot-Sauced Words poetry reading series. Baru was an attendee at our Queer Expressions a night of Poetry and Spoken Word at The Press Club on January 24, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Writing for me has been a band-aid as much as it has been a way to communicate. It’s been dangerous and comforting, a way to slow down, connect, live many places, genders, and hair colors. It lets you revolt in your own unique way and thank the ones dear to you in the most personal way. Working with the Parkdale Street-Writers has been a thrilling experience.” said Max Baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brian McCurdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian McCurdy 25 Parkdale,   a former street youth will be tonight’s Facilitator . McCurdy is an active member of many communities and projects, including the AGO Youth Council, Culture Shock youth arts project, a group at The North York Griffin Centre for LGBTQ youth with disabilities, Laidlaw Foundation’s Youth Engagement Program, the Bring Back the Don project in Regent Park, Queer West Arts Collective and is an artist who has participated in a number of art and theatre projects and shows. He won a Toronto Lesbian Gay Bi Trans Youth Line Creative Activism Award in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Pohl-Weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto author Emily Pohl-Weary grew up and still lives in the city’s west end.  She’s currently writing a four-issue girl pirate comic (illustrated by Willow Dawson). Her young adult mystery novel, Strange Times at Western High, was published by Annick Press in the fall of 2006. Emily started art/lit hybrid Kiss Machine magazine in 2000. A slim collection of her poetry, Iron-On Constellations, was published in late 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first novel, A Girl Like Sugar, was released in 2004.Pohl-Weary currently coordinates a free weekly writing group for west-end Toronto youth called Parkdale Street Writers. She also facilitated writing workshops at Evergreen Youth Shelter and Street Outreach Services in 2007 for Toronto Youth Street Stories /Youth Pathways Project, an arts-based research study conducted through the Centre for Mental Health and Addiction and University of Toronto, which focused on  issues of ethnic and sexual diversity, drug use, and mental health faced by youth living in high-risk environments on or close to the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently working on a new novel, a film script, and is completing a Master’s Degree in Fine Arts at the University of British Columbia. Visit Her Web Site: http://www.emilypohlweary.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5382229194694978383?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5382229194694978383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5382229194694978383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5382229194694978383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5382229194694978383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2010/02/shout-unconference.html' title='ShOUT &quot;Unconference&quot;'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/S3IiaP26O2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9GCxk6N4ATg/s72-c/homeless.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-1730777377032671599</id><published>2010-01-28T10:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:02:41.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBTQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advocacy'/><title type='text'>Xpressions Against Oppression: Judy Shepard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/S2HC8v8YfxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CdhJNgG2d5M/s1600-h/Judy_Shepard_1_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/S2HC8v8YfxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CdhJNgG2d5M/s320/Judy_Shepard_1_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431836974503198482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew Shepard (1976-1998)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday evening I went to York University to listen to Judy Shepard (the mother of Matthew Shepard) give a talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In October 1998, at the age of 21 Matthew was tortured and murdered in Laramie, Wyoming because he was gay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew was murdered for being gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was murdered because of pure hatred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew's murder brought world-wide attention to the issue of hate crime legislation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His murder also instilled much fear into the gay community and caused a lot of people to hide deeper in the closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew's story has pierced many hearts and changed many lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After his murder, his parents Judy and Dennis co-founded the Matthew Shepard Foundation and became strong advocates for LGBTQ rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard that Judy would be coming to York U to speak, nothing was going to stop me from being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She started her talk by reading her victim impact statement from the trial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears and emotion overwhelmed the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of us all was this beautiful human being...this beautiful mother...with all her words and struggles...with all her energy and strength...full of compassion and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told us about Matthew, about his coming-out, about their family, and the pain they have all been through. She also spoke about the Matthew Shepard Foundation, human rights, and America's struggle to catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Educate, educate, educate...we need to educate one another&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really hit home was when Judy spoke about the need to educate people in every situation we enter. The need to always be true and honest to ourselves...to not hide and to not be shameful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This of course made me think of my research. People often ask me what my PhD is all about...I've noticed that when I say "youth homelessness" I get smiles and words of encouragement, but when I say "LGBTQ youth homelessness and the lack of support available" I get silence, maybe a little smile, and when I add "homophobia, transphobia and hate" in there, I get absolutely nothing. Sometimes it's easier to go with the first scenario, but by doing so I'm not being honest and I'm certainly not educating. I believe that no matter how hard the reaction, how ignorant your audience, in being honest every single time with a motive to educate...we will achieve this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She spoke about making things personal every single time in order to educate people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;We need to make it personal...the personal gets through to people...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;people understand the personal&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Judy also spoke about families and how we are not always born into the family that we belong to, but that there is a family out there for everyone...these words really brought tears...as I looked around I could not believe the amount of people crying...the amount of families broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Broken families because of an incapacity to understand the human heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Throughout the evening I kept thinking that the world should hear her words, her honesty, and compassion. What a difference it might make if people listened to Judy's message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful for having heard Judy speak, as I'm sure everyone was; this was evident by the standing ovation she got from the audience both as she entered and exited the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May we never stop this fight for social justice and equality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May we never lose hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May we always be honest and true to who we are...and may hate crimes end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Judy for your words...for keeping on...and for fighting this fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Ilona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-1730777377032671599?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/1730777377032671599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=1730777377032671599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1730777377032671599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1730777377032671599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2010/01/xpressions-against-oppression-judy.html' title='Xpressions Against Oppression: Judy Shepard'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/S2HC8v8YfxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CdhJNgG2d5M/s72-c/Judy_Shepard_1_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-6123391127539458476</id><published>2009-11-05T18:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:10:03.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SvNnEsU34EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/O24lH-usoXU/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SvNnEsU34EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/O24lH-usoXU/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400773708463202370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                "&lt;b&gt;The value of the answers will come from the goodness of the questions&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spent some time with this city and these thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finding questions with value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People with answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reading in between every line these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Starting with something as basic and complicated as a map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mapping out the next four years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A document with impact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Research with voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The flavor is in the phenomenon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And these things take time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Learning language and clarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Definition and data.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodness and repetition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in the voice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-6123391127539458476?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/6123391127539458476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=6123391127539458476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6123391127539458476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6123391127539458476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/11/knowing.html' title='Knowing'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SvNnEsU34EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/O24lH-usoXU/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-7266292278334275891</id><published>2009-09-22T21:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:22:35.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2-the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SrmGYfw4GOI/AAAAAAAAANw/gRAmnXgjFck/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SrmGYfw4GOI/AAAAAAAAANw/gRAmnXgjFck/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384482584899623138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new project is bursting at the seams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about this for the past year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparing, thinking, putting it all together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now this heart is exploding with passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will expand on "Where is the Support?" and the focus will be driven by a critical analysis of the shelter system in Toronto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exploring the issues of discrimination, violence, homophobia and transphobia...I will do an in-depth investigation of the "discrimination policies" and "anti-discrimination training" of organizations offering "support" to youth who are homeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The voices of LGBTQ youth who are homeless will speak loudly and will be heard throughout the nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arts will be used to inform the work and the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly...LGBTQ youth who are homeless will inform the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my hope that the knowledge gained will be used to develop a necessary plan of action that will help to improve the shelter system and support services so that there is in turn support available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we no longer have to ask "Where is the support?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will use this space as a way of recording the process and sharing the progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will use this as a tool for knowledge translation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the hope to engage in a dialogue about this work with the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new project birthed from an old project...a never ending project...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is just the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RU"  style="font-family: Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-7266292278334275891?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/7266292278334275891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=7266292278334275891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7266292278334275891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7266292278334275891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-2-beginning.html' title='Week 2-the beginning'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SrmGYfw4GOI/AAAAAAAAANw/gRAmnXgjFck/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-1378899837318112136</id><published>2009-08-21T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:58:01.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/So80c9ELeTI/AAAAAAAAANg/BbaQ_WjFr8c/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/So80c9ELeTI/AAAAAAAAANg/BbaQ_WjFr8c/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372570552509364530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always searching for ways to spread awareness. Ways to get people to not only listen, but really hear what this is all about. A wonderful social justice reporter from the Toronto Star listened carefully...&lt;div&gt;Please read this important article: http://www.thestar.com/living/article/682938&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now we must ask ourselves why we aren't taking care of our youth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this place of all places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this rich country - Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This rich city - Toronto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet sweet Toronto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city that thousands and thousands of people travel to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tour buses stroll along the streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People giving speeches about all the beautiful things we have to offer here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, we aren't taking care of our youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This really is a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to raise awareness. We need to write letters to the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to speak loudly about this...as loud as we can...until this is resolved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what about the parents of these youth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about the laws around child abuse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since when is it ok to throw your children to the streets for being courageous enough to be who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does honesty breed hate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's time we really start thinking about this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-1378899837318112136?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/1378899837318112136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=1378899837318112136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1378899837318112136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1378899837318112136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/08/heard.html' title='heard.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/So80c9ELeTI/AAAAAAAAANg/BbaQ_WjFr8c/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-7399701067314729214</id><published>2009-07-02T17:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:00:38.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast-Where is the Support?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sk0t_zOxq4I/AAAAAAAAANY/eqQK9hAiY9E/s1600-h/stop-collaborate-and-listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sk0t_zOxq4I/AAAAAAAAANY/eqQK9hAiY9E/s320/stop-collaborate-and-listen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353986106120579970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a podcast called "where is the support?"&lt;div&gt;Every few weeks, I will be interviewing various support services, researchers, academics, and people with stories to tell about homelessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this podcast I hope to share and discover knowledge regarding the issues of youth homelessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first podcast is an interview with the executive director at the Ali Forney Center and is available on my website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can listen or subscribe to my podcast on my website: www.ilona6.com, under the "news" section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for listening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-7399701067314729214?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/7399701067314729214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=7399701067314729214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7399701067314729214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7399701067314729214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/07/podcast-where-is-support.html' title='Podcast-Where is the Support?'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sk0t_zOxq4I/AAAAAAAAANY/eqQK9hAiY9E/s72-c/stop-collaborate-and-listen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8582520724328365450</id><published>2009-05-27T17:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:21:24.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope in the city...of New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sh278jvCStI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YWcIqSLy14Y/s1600-h/dad_lgbt_ad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sh278jvCStI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YWcIqSLy14Y/s320/dad_lgbt_ad.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340631382190344914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a trip to New York the other week.&lt;div&gt;New York in May is always my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before the summer rush. Before the heat hits the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to the Ali Forney Center and met with the executive director.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He answered a lot of my questions and provided a lot of really informative insight into the shelter system and the issues that LGBTQ homeless youth face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ali Forney Center is named after a young man named Ali Forney who was queer and homeless.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali was murdered on the streets of New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the late 90's  numerous youth who were queer and homeless were murdered on the streets of New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of Ali and in hopes of letting his legacy live; the Ali Forney Center came to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon when I went there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a peaceful place with bright yellow and blue walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited in the front lobby area and chatted with a friendly volunteer and a youth who had never met a Canadian before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting in that chair, chatting, looking through various pamphlets that were there to offer support and guidance for youth who had just come out and for families of youth who had just come out...I felt quite emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a place this was. What a beautiful place this was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had found the place that offers the "support" I had been searching for in Toronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it was...in New York City...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be starting a podcast on youth homelessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information on my visit to the Ali Forney Center stay tuned for my first podcast to be posted in the near future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8582520724328365450?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8582520724328365450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8582520724328365450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8582520724328365450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8582520724328365450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope-in-city-of-new-york.html' title='Hope in the city...of New York'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sh278jvCStI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YWcIqSLy14Y/s72-c/dad_lgbt_ad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-447937123596919518</id><published>2009-04-09T15:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:18:19.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sd5YAaavNkI/AAAAAAAAANI/KN9cHBGHacc/s1600-h/n581565240_3016170_9803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sd5YAaavNkI/AAAAAAAAANI/KN9cHBGHacc/s320/n581565240_3016170_9803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322788573713217090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky is lifting.&lt;div&gt;with flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trees all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dreams like spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreams like spring lift me from sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these thoughts are framed on the walls of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on display. in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a path that leads to an opening with no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is never ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a film with exposure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and words that explode out of my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;true beauty in the sixth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon the leaves will grow and gather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;green like shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on the subway. from the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder how many people notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these homes that have been built by the dirty river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder how many people notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some mornings on the subway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as we ride across the bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to scream "wake up everyone and look where people are living"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to shake the subway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wake these walls that cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the exposure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something along those lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;along those lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am lifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-447937123596919518?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/447937123596919518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=447937123596919518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/447937123596919518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/447937123596919518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring.html' title='spring.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/Sd5YAaavNkI/AAAAAAAAANI/KN9cHBGHacc/s72-c/n581565240_3016170_9803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-777685479627004682</id><published>2009-03-10T09:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:46:25.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>used.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SbZvATXlnKI/AAAAAAAAANA/INdkNvASCRE/s1600-h/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SbZvATXlnKI/AAAAAAAAANA/INdkNvASCRE/s320/secret.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311554861519969442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working towards the working.&lt;div&gt;and in this city. with these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between those lines. beneath their shadows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sink deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the rain. i walked forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bridges and rivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found houses, where no one was looking at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one was looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in between the water and land, there are houses with doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bridges and dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people build homes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this city is useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the rain i walked so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bridge felt like a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my fingers bled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;camera drenched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rain poured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people need to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about this all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this truth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because this city is becoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-777685479627004682?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/777685479627004682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=777685479627004682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/777685479627004682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/777685479627004682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/03/used.html' title='used.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SbZvATXlnKI/AAAAAAAAANA/INdkNvASCRE/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5478325350833670397</id><published>2009-02-22T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:05:07.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>listening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SaICeNgOSPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UvZ_QMPcb2E/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SaICeNgOSPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UvZ_QMPcb2E/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305806029040011506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"to me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. and i have no need of you. and you, on your part, have no need of me. to you, i am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. but if you tame me, then we shall need each other. to me, you will be unique in all the world. to you, i shall be unique in all the world..." (the little prince)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5478325350833670397?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5478325350833670397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5478325350833670397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5478325350833670397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5478325350833670397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening.html' title='listening.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SaICeNgOSPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UvZ_QMPcb2E/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-7032221466788041232</id><published>2009-02-14T17:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:30:19.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>these 3 days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SZdE_VzROVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JHUgTAJB1CI/s1600-h/hopey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SZdE_VzROVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JHUgTAJB1CI/s320/hopey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302782941226678610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to flying to 3 days..&lt;div&gt;and people will gather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm ready to be ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where is the support?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what is support?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do we as a society define the meaning of support?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"support: to provide for or maintain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are we providing for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;providing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not providing for anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one is provided for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what are we maintaining?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maintaining a culture where people care less and less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the reality of discrimination is so far removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people remove themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile and turn their heads..."oh i didn't notice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we live in a society that is asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleepy dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i understand that it must be hard for a sleeping society to have any understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the question "where is the support?" and it must be hard for a sleeping society to notice how many thousands of people are discriminated against every single moment of every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it breaks my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days to flying to 3 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of conversation and sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listening and learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where is the support?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when the hell is this society going to wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-7032221466788041232?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/7032221466788041232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=7032221466788041232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7032221466788041232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7032221466788041232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/02/these-3-days.html' title='these 3 days..'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SZdE_VzROVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JHUgTAJB1CI/s72-c/hopey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5418203545238902918</id><published>2009-01-19T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:43:52.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong city.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SXUCEkrcbmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4waO_EqM4OQ/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SXUCEkrcbmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4waO_EqM4OQ/s320/life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293139214632513122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking, but is anyone listening?&lt;div&gt;i'm shouting, yelling, screaming, but no one is listening to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've finally built up the courage and i think i'm ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for educating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been having flashbacks and forwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these parents aren't okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these kids are real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's nothing sick about love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this city needs a home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm losing hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this scenario is so old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make love sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what does it take for people to understand the dynamics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of 'there's no place like home'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'll walk around this entire city until my voice is heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will paint on every wall....words that drip with a desire to be heard until they are understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've spent enough time sitting, watching, and dissecting...to know that i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and something's terribly wrong here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some things are terribly wrong...here in this city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we aren't collaborating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people don't care about people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shelves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bruises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, it's damn cold outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard to put words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to a situation that is just so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terribly wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5418203545238902918?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5418203545238902918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5418203545238902918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5418203545238902918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5418203545238902918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrong-city.html' title='wrong city.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SXUCEkrcbmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4waO_EqM4OQ/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8688783660511550195</id><published>2009-01-07T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:12:04.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SWS4LeflCgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ERdXnWu9B1o/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SWS4LeflCgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ERdXnWu9B1o/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288554369743391234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silent and breathless.&lt;div&gt;the cycle overtakes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday and a funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;infected and unable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overwhelmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all night i dream of dreams that fill the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everyone is dying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words and truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the year ends and begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday and a funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to talk about or remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;include.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's cold, the cycle continues..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are frozen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8688783660511550195?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8688783660511550195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8688783660511550195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8688783660511550195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8688783660511550195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SWS4LeflCgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ERdXnWu9B1o/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-7026157691905390223</id><published>2008-12-12T17:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:23:21.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>communication.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SULkCBHWMJI/AAAAAAAAALw/MOp1xfdkts8/s1600-h/IMG_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SULkCBHWMJI/AAAAAAAAALw/MOp1xfdkts8/s320/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279032436541763730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busting open. and breaking down. the barriers. that divide.&lt;div&gt;and communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a desire for something. open. with words. and knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a city that speaks. yells. shouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words painted on every wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;busting open and breaking down the notion of gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the concept of all concepts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeping me up at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haunting my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i write reports about collaboration and communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how are health care professionals taught to communicate? is the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and why are they taught so differently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something so simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how are people taught to communicate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what is communication?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why are we so mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and power....like a cape...people draped in power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet sweet power destroys communication and is the biggest barrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the barrier of all barriers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a barrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i walk into this weekend filled questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a desire. for something as simple as communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-7026157691905390223?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/7026157691905390223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=7026157691905390223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7026157691905390223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7026157691905390223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/12/communication.html' title='communication.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SULkCBHWMJI/AAAAAAAAALw/MOp1xfdkts8/s72-c/IMG_3946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3337943329769482647</id><published>2008-11-29T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:05:35.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>open.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/STIRCSzI4LI/AAAAAAAAALo/OHlO2awhtlU/s1600-h/film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/STIRCSzI4LI/AAAAAAAAALo/OHlO2awhtlU/s320/film.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274296844708012210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross roads.&lt;div&gt;and wide open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and an application.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a future......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presentations like rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a coming together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something more meant to be than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no denying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm full for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3337943329769482647?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3337943329769482647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3337943329769482647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3337943329769482647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3337943329769482647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/11/open.html' title='open.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/STIRCSzI4LI/AAAAAAAAALo/OHlO2awhtlU/s72-c/film.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-6899318426886661868</id><published>2008-11-19T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:21:58.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>collaboration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SSQthBqwC-I/AAAAAAAAALg/a6Z9e6JptvM/s1600-h/collaboration5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387509337000930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SSQthBqwC-I/AAAAAAAAALg/a6Z9e6JptvM/s320/collaboration5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Learning about the learning these days.&lt;br /&gt;About the teaching and the power.&lt;br /&gt;The dynamics that keep us separated from one another.&lt;br /&gt;Papers and dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;Words and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn this into the art I see it as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show them through my lens....&lt;br /&gt;how I see this teaching, learning, power dynamic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-6899318426886661868?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/6899318426886661868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=6899318426886661868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6899318426886661868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6899318426886661868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/11/collaboration.html' title='collaboration'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SSQthBqwC-I/AAAAAAAAALg/a6Z9e6JptvM/s72-c/collaboration5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8095616151727048002</id><published>2008-10-28T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:31:36.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SQcTphwjDDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AZo2eJ5EFDY/s1600-h/GenderEquality4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SQcTphwjDDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AZo2eJ5EFDY/s320/GenderEquality4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262196293763271730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something is testing my limits.&lt;div&gt;pushing me to the edges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;board room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gender Identity Disorder."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something is testing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but showing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way "they" operate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it makes my voice louder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stand taller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something is happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8095616151727048002?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8095616151727048002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8095616151727048002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8095616151727048002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8095616151727048002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/10/gid.html' title='GID'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SQcTphwjDDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AZo2eJ5EFDY/s72-c/GenderEquality4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2144311484625501273</id><published>2008-10-24T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:16:01.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tensions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SQJXJSbX5QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kcHWeZJpxxk/s1600-h/today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SQJXJSbX5QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kcHWeZJpxxk/s320/today.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260863131799250178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an interesting day.&lt;div&gt;i attended a medical research day conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swanky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a room. covered in medical students, "professionals"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it started with a type of speech or presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something along the lines of "Qualitative research can carry a lot of useful information, i think"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my attention was caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;questions. with answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one's doing anything about language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a common ground?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how are we supposed to understand one another?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work collaboratively?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my research meant nothing today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quantitative. graphs. medication. and so it started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i carried myself with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but had little to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because my interests were not interesting today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at medical research day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a whole slot of presentations allocated to interprofessional education and collaboration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the notion of power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an interest in power/knowledge - Foucault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the medical gaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i watched as the doctor's squirmed in their seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am learning about education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about the way health care professionals are educated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about the way they could be educated...to work collaboratively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to decrease or eliminate stereotypes and hierarchy. the tensions that separate them from one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mostly..an education design that could possibly improve the quality of health care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fascinating at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but today was something else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in those rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with those people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was observation and tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could spend all night rewriting what today was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but instead i'll take a bath and wash it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2144311484625501273?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2144311484625501273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2144311484625501273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2144311484625501273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2144311484625501273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/10/tensions.html' title='tensions.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SQJXJSbX5QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kcHWeZJpxxk/s72-c/today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5861506640407024450</id><published>2008-10-21T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:36:02.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>search(ing).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SP3avebNExI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4HvVEOxc450/s1600-h/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SP3avebNExI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4HvVEOxc450/s320/leaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600448994480914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something new to wake up to.&lt;div&gt;with people. and voices on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm learning. or absorbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interprofessional education and collaboration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the collaboration piece intrigues me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finding a common language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something to communicate with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that we could collaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full. and filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this weekend marked an official end and beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proud and tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears and sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this isn't over yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so close to something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not really there yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5861506640407024450?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5861506640407024450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5861506640407024450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5861506640407024450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5861506640407024450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/10/searching.html' title='search(ing).'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SP3avebNExI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4HvVEOxc450/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8136538413420926726</id><published>2008-10-01T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:24:45.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SOPccbd2OZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7WiGUaiBVw0/s1600-h/atreepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SOPccbd2OZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7WiGUaiBVw0/s320/atreepic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252283971411523986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a group. or people.&lt;div&gt;in collaboration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an installation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a piece of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with drums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or speak for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cat sleeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sky is cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is turning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm slowly reading a book. about love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mixed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with revelations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;autumn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and art. is keeping me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awake at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dreamt of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to speak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8136538413420926726?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8136538413420926726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8136538413420926726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8136538413420926726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8136538413420926726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/10/together.html' title='together.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SOPccbd2OZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7WiGUaiBVw0/s72-c/atreepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5224715354784051841</id><published>2008-09-25T09:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:15:13.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SNuOepc3MoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o76khte5YgI/s1600-h/free-your-mind-steve-sawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SNuOepc3MoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o76khte5YgI/s320/free-your-mind-steve-sawyer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946447804576386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was mixed with dreams.&lt;div&gt;streets and liquid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast paced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with power launching out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my heart. or chest plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an opportunity. with growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and connections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's a research project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaving to the woods for 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i woke up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aligned. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5224715354784051841?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5224715354784051841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5224715354784051841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5224715354784051841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5224715354784051841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/09/awake.html' title='awake.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SNuOepc3MoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o76khte5YgI/s72-c/free-your-mind-steve-sawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-4207710156326133193</id><published>2008-09-17T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:22:32.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>opening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SNESijvNK9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/uehnyXX_5bQ/s1600-h/bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SNESijvNK9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/uehnyXX_5bQ/s320/bea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995425781427154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did find home. or something like it.&lt;div&gt;and last night. with the fullness of the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i broke-down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss school so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the university environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the unlearning. relearning. learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading. writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an interview and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a PhD program...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my passion is overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a door has opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we found a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moon is full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's something i need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to do. with this. feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-4207710156326133193?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/4207710156326133193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=4207710156326133193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4207710156326133193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4207710156326133193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/09/opening.html' title='opening.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SNESijvNK9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/uehnyXX_5bQ/s72-c/bea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-4282545804828809826</id><published>2008-09-11T09:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:51:14.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>written.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SMkiRW0aRgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xfyl-A0qdos/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SMkiRW0aRgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xfyl-A0qdos/s320/home.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244760922628179458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a writing exercise.&lt;div&gt;a written exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something that might be taken along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and later remembered. in the years. to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a familiar face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a gesture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or feels like something else once did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;autumn begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything becomes relative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;relatively complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a truth in memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a decade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he remembers the sound &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of pen to paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a shy girl. a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he remembers the "irony" in my written work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or storytelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stories told long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-7pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everyday of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wake up early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because sleep doesn't come easy in the autumn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am fierce with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the book store makes me weak in the knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fall to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and try to absorb knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind is a corn field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have a deal with detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every line eventually bleeds into the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still i notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes we rest on the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but home is deep underneath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and perhaps someday we could sit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a bottle of wine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have a full fledge conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or start with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like 365 days ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-4282545804828809826?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/4282545804828809826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=4282545804828809826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4282545804828809826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4282545804828809826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/09/written.html' title='written.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SMkiRW0aRgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xfyl-A0qdos/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3835905093055613920</id><published>2008-09-04T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:35:26.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SL_yHtudY8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nglvz-9KxIY/s1600-h/strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SL_yHtudY8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nglvz-9KxIY/s320/strawberry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242174705630012354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final discussion went well. and the room. was filled.&lt;div&gt;with energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was such an honour. for me. to have two brilliant minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two brilliant people. who i truly admire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listening. and hearing. me. speak this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the evening. was celebrated. with champagne and chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flowers and open skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now. my head pounds with a pulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a build up or release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the morning. an email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from Stephen Hwang at the Centre for Research on Inner City Health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an invitation. to send my resume. to meet and discuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's this life living inside of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's this need to keep on keeping it on. all of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;focus. relax. breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is all beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no end in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you keep reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3835905093055613920?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3835905093055613920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3835905093055613920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3835905093055613920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3835905093055613920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonderful.html' title='wonderful.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SL_yHtudY8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nglvz-9KxIY/s72-c/strawberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3970136130232603186</id><published>2008-09-02T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:53:55.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>start-end-start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SL1TgC4B-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xy_ejXNkKvY/s1600-h/Infinity-symbol.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241437351321926322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SL1TgC4B-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xy_ejXNkKvY/s320/Infinity-symbol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new beginning. all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my neighbor's kids who i babysat every weekend from the age of 12 to 16, 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one just turned 16. he just got his drivers liscence. i remember him before he was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;his brother. moved out this weekend. first year of university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the whole thing touched my heart. like almost everything does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kids have grown. they are big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i put together some words. to sum it up. or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a welcoming for a group of people's new start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my grandmother can't breathe. she will probably die really soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another beginning. or ending. or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for years for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a start with so many starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now it ends with a beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am bundles of nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mostly nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3970136130232603186?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3970136130232603186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3970136130232603186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3970136130232603186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3970136130232603186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/09/start-end-start.html' title='start-end-start'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SL1TgC4B-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xy_ejXNkKvY/s72-c/Infinity-symbol.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-6998345104010276022</id><published>2008-08-29T10:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:31:08.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>full circle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SLgHAgeyQGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5VnTIMZVK48/s1600-h/365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SLgHAgeyQGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5VnTIMZVK48/s320/365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239945871746023522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days ago and i was phoning Geoffrey from Germany.&lt;div&gt;i was phoning. to find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;365 days ago. he said i was the first person on the waiting list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears. and passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the way from far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i remember. every wish i found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;365 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've re-built myself into myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;standing in the book store last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes. huge. massive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;books i would have never looked at before. 365 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just really something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these feelings. come easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been trying to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the workings of the human heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been trying to grasp an understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i keep going back to the alignment of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;365 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreamt about a young boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;homeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only had a dollar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted a shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i let him in to use the shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scared. or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was protective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a woman. in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making fun of him because he was 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so it went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the image of his eyes have stuck in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i will use his eyes to go through this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe things will be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-6998345104010276022?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/6998345104010276022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=6998345104010276022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6998345104010276022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6998345104010276022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/08/full-circle.html' title='full circle.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SLgHAgeyQGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5VnTIMZVK48/s72-c/365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-207497942827006841</id><published>2008-08-26T14:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:44:28.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[you] cultivate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SLROjDBCwgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a7nvJi36bDo/s1600-h/cultivate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SLROjDBCwgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a7nvJi36bDo/s320/cultivate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238898630550798850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching.&lt;div&gt;for a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to put it all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to sum it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;searching for words. with meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to represent. exactly just what this all is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like paint. with dialogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i like the way you cultivate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;searching. now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to show. you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what this means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what you've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today is all bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am pockets full of feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the way you. cultivate. this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will find words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-207497942827006841?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/207497942827006841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=207497942827006841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/207497942827006841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/207497942827006841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-cultivate.html' title='[you] cultivate.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SLROjDBCwgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a7nvJi36bDo/s72-c/cultivate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-9100551575458147441</id><published>2008-08-22T16:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:43:59.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pockets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SK8k6UOfJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WnFnBjsOCSI/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SK8k6UOfJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WnFnBjsOCSI/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237445475935659890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like these things or moments that we're moving closer to.&lt;div&gt;closer to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm moving. inside. and closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;103 pages and 365 days later. i'm here. still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with this recording device.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting. quietly. to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to your story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i want to be part of this weave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lacing myself into a knot. i'm here. still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes the green is just so green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes my heart explodes inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;103 pages. a film. and something we might discuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some things that we may discuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a train ride. and my pocket is full of petals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cat whispers softly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my skin is coated. with rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(silence). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many words. and paragraphs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exploding from my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-9100551575458147441?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/9100551575458147441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=9100551575458147441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/9100551575458147441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/9100551575458147441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/08/pockets.html' title='pockets.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SK8k6UOfJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WnFnBjsOCSI/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3500842874371113458</id><published>2008-08-19T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:01:17.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>r e a d y .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SKsJ5Rwfq-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qr6HtWhCkbE/s1600-h/longing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SKsJ5Rwfq-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qr6HtWhCkbE/s320/longing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236289871372332002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;already there.&lt;div&gt;and i'm all ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought a book about love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dragging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a book with words and pages that fit perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's ready now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm ready. too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3500842874371113458?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3500842874371113458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3500842874371113458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3500842874371113458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3500842874371113458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/08/r-e-d-y.html' title='r e a d y .'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SKsJ5Rwfq-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qr6HtWhCkbE/s72-c/longing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5258205640918864712</id><published>2008-08-15T10:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:50:46.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SKWXss_k62I/AAAAAAAAAII/0Xf50RFVeg4/s1600-h/apic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SKWXss_k62I/AAAAAAAAAII/0Xf50RFVeg4/s320/apic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234756936135928674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a recommendation. a test. a feeling. &lt;div&gt;something in between the in-between of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sky is bright with sun today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am...today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a project. an idea. a connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something we can talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with words. hands. and silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are trees that grow. in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shadows that move. and i'm wide awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm wide awake now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my chest plate whispers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;typewriters and tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;autumn. jazz. red wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm raging for canvas and paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you. with a sketch. or drawing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something. that we. can talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5258205640918864712?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5258205640918864712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5258205640918864712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5258205640918864712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5258205640918864712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-this.html' title='and this.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SKWXss_k62I/AAAAAAAAAII/0Xf50RFVeg4/s72-c/apic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-6294650636957587291</id><published>2008-08-12T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:13:06.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh gosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SKHSqDNQ4gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hrgCkTck5oU/s1600-h/ivana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SKHSqDNQ4gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hrgCkTck5oU/s320/ivana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233695861838504450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early morning appointments. &lt;div&gt;and tests. and tests. and tests.&lt;div&gt;the body amazes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somewhere in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not much time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the days are speeding up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's after..august.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my body is shifting. drifting. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-6294650636957587291?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/6294650636957587291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2417880488770816972</id><published>2008-08-08T14:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:36:36.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>un-conditioned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJySLF30wXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lks2OvGiI_U/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJySLF30wXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lks2OvGiI_U/s320/bird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232217586350211442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a meeting.  with alignment. substance. &lt;div&gt;a marriage of words. with pulses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that beat through. beneath the chest. plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to feel for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with language. and hands. that move. silently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;significance. with caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;understanding. with truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these things. and so much. more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mountains. or ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people we can present for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a project. or thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aligned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;generosity. with gratitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time and place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so much. more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2417880488770816972?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2417880488770816972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2417880488770816972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2417880488770816972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2417880488770816972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-conditioned.html' title='un-conditioned.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJySLF30wXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lks2OvGiI_U/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-6253228691925634944</id><published>2008-08-06T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:57:28.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all this hard work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJoBTIzMsoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EwHvR78kRhE/s1600-h/ives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJoBTIzMsoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EwHvR78kRhE/s320/ives.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231495345435619970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;365 days. and i remember when.&lt;div&gt;i was. on a waiting list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting. hoping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;365 and the time has passed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a movie in the making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so much to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the city feels full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and filling with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some things and i remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these projects. this art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm closer now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there is so much passion here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;365 days and i never want it to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-6253228691925634944?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJoBTIzMsoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EwHvR78kRhE/s72-c/ives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3515842989445464926</id><published>2008-07-30T17:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:46:38.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJDgb1wyhZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/olpyzCVvH3o/s1600-h/align.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJDgb1wyhZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/olpyzCVvH3o/s320/align.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228925936269952402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;august or something after.&lt;div&gt;and dreams that woke me. but made it hard to wake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eleven hours. and today the world aligned. in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i killed the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the ants spoke in great detail. to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and things are coming together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;change brings sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's good. and filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the closer i get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with autumn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these things change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an alignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things are just as they are meant to be..today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3515842989445464926?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SJDgb1wyhZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/olpyzCVvH3o/s72-c/align.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-765336423557372166</id><published>2008-07-29T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:55:45.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>c l o s e r .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SI904iuhuYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Utyz6mPzrxE/s1600-h/agay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SI904iuhuYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Utyz6mPzrxE/s320/agay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228526207143885186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this writing comes natural.&lt;div&gt;and these feelings are real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday. all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a completed first draft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only need to put my photographs into the document.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a discussion. filled with questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i had all the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been learning so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this has taught me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g r o w t h &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a future project on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my next step now is to begin my short film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't believe it's almost august.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have spent the summer in the library!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling a bit nervous about finding a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm trying to network with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met a woman from sick kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-765336423557372166?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/765336423557372166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=765336423557372166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/765336423557372166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/765336423557372166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/07/c-l-o-s-e-r.html' title='c l o s e r .'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SI904iuhuYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Utyz6mPzrxE/s72-c/agay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3096589538196246605</id><published>2008-07-22T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:22:57.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SIYXawATMcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8YWbNwZGdTU/s1600-h/BrickWall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SIYXawATMcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8YWbNwZGdTU/s320/BrickWall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225890165940236738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 pages. or something like it.&lt;div&gt;and i keep reaching points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full and empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this consumes my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at night, i dream of homelessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to change. or fight for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;educate. learn. unlearn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am surrounded by ignorance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people understand less and less...as i grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;further. farther. far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60 pages into this. proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then this morning a "friend" said to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "that's great. all this work and then when it's done, it will just sit on your hard-drive. no one's going to read it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discouraged. encouraged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will make sure people read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3096589538196246605?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3096589538196246605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3096589538196246605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3096589538196246605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3096589538196246605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/07/people.html' title='people.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SIYXawATMcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8YWbNwZGdTU/s72-c/BrickWall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2127009341870485009</id><published>2008-07-13T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:14:57.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SHpUKKQMwvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9PQB-96Ou8/s1600-h/endgender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SHpUKKQMwvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9PQB-96Ou8/s320/endgender.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222579251417236210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another meeting. and your words. &lt;div&gt;are like progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pages filled and filling. still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's an organization to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excitement. or something like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my dreams are so strange. at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gender. gender. gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am haunted by gender. and this sweet, sweet city stirs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words. and something more. to tell. or speak about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm getting there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a studio. with paint. and film. massive canvas and windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bridge. dictionaries. conversation with silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these things. i could share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help me find a way to get through. and get the world to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more like this. or you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this project is fascinating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2127009341870485009?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2127009341870485009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2127009341870485009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2127009341870485009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2127009341870485009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/07/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SHpUKKQMwvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9PQB-96Ou8/s72-c/endgender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3398670731200263456</id><published>2008-07-08T10:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:58:40.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pound..think..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SHOAjB29sWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pWuIoZTpHvU/s1600-h/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SHOAjB29sWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pWuIoZTpHvU/s320/think.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220657732335284578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had a migraine for days.&lt;div&gt;this is my 4th morning waking up with a beating pulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's hard to formulate sentences like this. in this state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i've been trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my goal was to have 60 pages written by July 14th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is July 8th and i've just about got 39 pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i am focusing on too many sections at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to stop that; it makes me feel overwhelmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have several main arguments that i would like to prove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm having a difficult time locating "strong/convincing" resources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder if it's "okay" to quote the bible in my MRP?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3398670731200263456?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3398670731200263456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3398670731200263456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3398670731200263456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3398670731200263456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/07/poundthink.html' title='pound..think..'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SHOAjB29sWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pWuIoZTpHvU/s72-c/think.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-6385912022952855004</id><published>2008-07-04T14:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:09:29.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SG5nVRXEA5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ubJ0owcVkxQ/s1600-h/fire_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SG5nVRXEA5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ubJ0owcVkxQ/s320/fire_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219222633304032146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just breathe and work. she says.&lt;div&gt;and i hit these points where words feel impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a feeling. and i don't know words for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired. or exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hitting a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she says it's part of the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today is just one of those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34 pages into this. and something in me struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heading North for the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll build a fire and clarity will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-6385912022952855004?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/6385912022952855004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=6385912022952855004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6385912022952855004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6385912022952855004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/07/breathing.html' title='breathing.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SG5nVRXEA5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ubJ0owcVkxQ/s72-c/fire_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2929348349505022344</id><published>2008-07-02T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:55:42.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>enters in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGvBAh0hCaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Jmkbmvbx2EM/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGvBAh0hCaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Jmkbmvbx2EM/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218476808061651362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this work penetrates my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2929348349505022344?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2929348349505022344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2929348349505022344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2929348349505022344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2929348349505022344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/07/enters-in.html' title='enters in.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGvBAh0hCaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Jmkbmvbx2EM/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8495124553385546721</id><published>2008-06-30T09:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:28:20.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGje9qRySKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MXfl6S7Rkss/s1600-h/ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGje9qRySKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MXfl6S7Rkss/s320/ano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217665319210993826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride was wonderful, powerful, filling, tiring, overwhelming, and hot!&lt;div&gt;i videotaped until my hands could not function anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and through the crowds of people i searched for faces and moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i absolutely loved being behind a lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i learned that i really need to get a spare battery for my camcorder : (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was interesting to see who was at Pride and who was not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHOUT was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;519 was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOY was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did not see Evergreen or Covenant House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was no float for queer homeless youth. meanwhile, a huge proportion of homeless youth are queer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i continue the process of writing and reading. i am learning that i may not be able to devote a section of writing to "my story". i hold a lot of shame and guilt. i feel embarrassed for my family..not embarrassed of myself, but of them and their actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have found another way to tell this story and i will have to see if this form is "allowed/acceptable".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is an art piece that i have already begun..with words and images and paint and paper and pages. a type of zine perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my own story. from the inside. out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another way to tell "my story".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8495124553385546721?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8495124553385546721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8495124553385546721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8495124553385546721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8495124553385546721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-way.html' title='another way.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGje9qRySKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MXfl6S7Rkss/s72-c/ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2172614086680803016</id><published>2008-06-27T11:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:43:09.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGUKHL_FdII/AAAAAAAAAF4/qVmP4gbEBpQ/s1600-h/ak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGUKHL_FdII/AAAAAAAAAF4/qVmP4gbEBpQ/s320/ak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216586861971338370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always liked pride, but i've never felt as excited for it as i do this year.&lt;div&gt;this year pride is like christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every year on the sunday i never miss the P-Flag float. i never ever miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i always cry. every single time. i cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this year i'll have a lens to look through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my 10th pride. and it was 7 years ago now that i came out to my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every pride marks us further away from those painful memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i find myself thinking about the 5 youth i interviewed and how they all had something to say about pride. different stories. different lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the one. this is his first Toronto pride. and he said something about something. a plan to do as much. and drugs. as much. and then afterwards to go to an over night detox centre. afterwards. when pride is over. and i hope. i hope he's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2172614086680803016?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2172614086680803016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2172614086680803016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2172614086680803016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2172614086680803016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/pride.html' title='PRIDE'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGUKHL_FdII/AAAAAAAAAF4/qVmP4gbEBpQ/s72-c/ak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8223976091489820273</id><published>2008-06-26T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:59:15.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>like a birth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGPY6J0ybzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hOVGxJAlOoM/s1600-h/ababy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGPY6J0ybzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hOVGxJAlOoM/s320/ababy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216251287006506802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my something to focus on. and to be inside of.&lt;div&gt;this is mine to share and to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today the sun explodes out of the sky and into my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with happy. words. and text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to show. and tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met with stephen yesterday. and i felt encouraged and proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meeting went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i spoke about my desire to push and pull for a 'queer shelter'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we spoke about punk and graffiti and art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i met with nancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as always it felt clear. like open skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and energized with sun. and brightness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to look into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am feeling so thankful for having such a supportive, encouraging, and really spectacular team behind/beside me during this phase of my Master's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is like a pregnancy. (although i've never been pregnant!). with midwives. or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somedays feel really painful. and other days are just beautiful with magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soon. in a matter of months i will give birth to our very own "document".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will care for it. and i will present it to the ones that helped me most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this energy here. right now. is damn good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8223976091489820273?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8223976091489820273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8223976091489820273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8223976091489820273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8223976091489820273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-birth.html' title='like a birth.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGPY6J0ybzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hOVGxJAlOoM/s72-c/ababy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-789372467855616266</id><published>2008-06-24T11:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:55:01.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGEYzV4jh2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gnineTneTSI/s1600-h/ast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGEYzV4jh2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gnineTneTSI/s320/ast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215477113798494050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm beginning with the method.&lt;div&gt;the way it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the words are slowly flowing out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i need to just write and be okay with whatever i write now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rather than beat myself up for not being "good enough".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i don't even know what "good enough" looks like anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this weekend is Pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will take my camcorder everywhere i go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pride feels different to me this year than any other year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this project has a lot to do with that difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tomorrow i have a meeting with Stephen. to go over my work to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a long time since we last met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to method.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i must forget about "good enough"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must engage with the keys, the words and the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-789372467855616266?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/789372467855616266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=789372467855616266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/789372467855616266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/789372467855616266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning.html' title='beginning.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SGEYzV4jh2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gnineTneTSI/s72-c/ast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-763962241089218991</id><published>2008-06-23T11:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:10:00.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>exploding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SF-8wB65ynI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NlRz7hjD1eA/s1600-h/aex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SF-8wB65ynI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NlRz7hjD1eA/s320/aex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215094426853558898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i let the words sit in my mind for long enough. with music. and trees. with time. they float out in a stream. of consciousness. and they float. out.&lt;div&gt;soon. in 24 hours the words will hatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can feel this. warming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this weekend i showed 2 photos at "delight". the space felt good. and open. and i long for studios with wide, old windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the space was a documentary film company. i've been feeling brave lately, so i spoke to the person who "manages/runs" the company. and i told him about my interest in film and social change and so on. and they are currently working on a film about homelessness and children in Canada. wow. and the conversation was a shift or a pull. a desire to be further involved. and to really share my research. or to make it something that can be shared. good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then this morning the director from CTYS emailed me back and she would like to meet with me and the research director. and so i feel nervous with energy and enthusiasm. and hope. that i can be seen. from the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 more hours to go. this passion is explosive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-763962241089218991?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/763962241089218991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=763962241089218991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/763962241089218991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/763962241089218991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/exploding.html' title='exploding.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SF-8wB65ynI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NlRz7hjD1eA/s72-c/aex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-4575373963725866922</id><published>2008-06-18T15:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:09:12.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>full and empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFldRj43f-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ywQ-d1K3fh4/s1600-h/aheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFldRj43f-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ywQ-d1K3fh4/s320/aheart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213300599930978274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twice in one day. again.&lt;div&gt;i think this journal is like safety or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hidden world in a world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today is just a shitty day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all there is to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up with great intentions to begin writing myself down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i didn't get far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wrote "my story".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then the weight of the world again. in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't find words to describe these feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, how do i even begin writing about a world that is so full of pain and harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do i do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want my paper to be powerful and i want to go directly to the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to show how much we hurt each other. how much more gentle we need to be to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a full moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i guess this is what happens to me when the moon is full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-4575373963725866922?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/4575373963725866922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=4575373963725866922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4575373963725866922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4575373963725866922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/full-and-empty.html' title='full and empty.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFldRj43f-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ywQ-d1K3fh4/s72-c/aheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5998229592358712947</id><published>2008-06-18T11:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:37:28.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>language.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFkrphI4-7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-iqLZbJLEsA/s1600-h/aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFkrphI4-7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-iqLZbJLEsA/s320/aw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213246035928349618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found class interesting yesterday. there were a lot of great ideas presented. we certainly are a diverse group.&lt;div&gt;however, i couldn't help but find a lot of the language that people used...restrictive...or something like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found words like: "behavioural", "disorder", "behaviours", "diagnosis" used often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i understand that we all have different understandings of what words mean, but still there is something that feels so pathologizing in the classroom, in the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wish that people spoke more about the language they use and what they truly mean when they say what they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel relieved to be done my presentation, although it was just a short presentation i felt quite nervous, maybe because this work runs through my veins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a meeting setting up with stephen for next wednesday, as it's been a long long while since we last met. i look forward to showing him where i am at and to hearing his feedback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now my plans are to write...write...write...and see where that takes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5998229592358712947?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5998229592358712947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5998229592358712947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5998229592358712947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5998229592358712947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/language.html' title='language.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFkrphI4-7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-iqLZbJLEsA/s72-c/aw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-6356945075569506776</id><published>2008-06-17T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:39:50.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFfoyO0_e5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/l7w_P8THJpA/s1600-h/as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFfoyO0_e5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/l7w_P8THJpA/s320/as.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212891043376102290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's amazing how energy can shift.&lt;div&gt;as soon as i got to school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel the weight of the world in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week is "convocation" at York and there are students graduating, walking around in their graduation robes and caps. and other students working hard. stressing out. and i sink. absorb. it all comes into me. the energies collide. and i don't know how i feel or what i've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps i have a problem with my confidence level. it's like i push myself so far into something and i forget how well i've done and how important this work is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hoping for another shift in energy, as this doesn't feel comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-6356945075569506776?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/6356945075569506776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=6356945075569506776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6356945075569506776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6356945075569506776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/truth.html' title='truth.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFfoyO0_e5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/l7w_P8THJpA/s72-c/as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5056651061890807872</id><published>2008-06-17T08:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:33:33.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFevFqexT1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NM3AcOOw6IA/s1600-h/aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFevFqexT1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NM3AcOOw6IA/s320/aw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212827605542195026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe if i would have spent a little more time thinking. or opened my mind a bit more. i would have grasped an immediate understanding.&lt;div&gt;and i will not be including trans youth in my definition of queer. i did not interview any trans youth and i think as a queer person working on an important project like this i need to think about the people who might not have an understanding of what "queer" means or what "trans" means and the two are often conflated into one. Not all trans people are queer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and through my research i have learned that shelters in Canada are extremely behind in their "trans policies", although there are some shelters that are more "sensitive". But being "sensitive" is not good enough, and for this reason i will not include the "T" in LGB..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much transphobia within society, even so in the queer community. and all of this is enough of a reason for another project to begin. But not now...later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today i will present my research to the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope. it goes. well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lately i've been wishing for a cabin. with water. and fire. and great big trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cabin filled with books and words. pocket sized dictionaries. and good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;early morning deers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;late night moon. wide awake. with water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and birch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;barefoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;typewriter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been dreaming. and lately i've had a wish for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5056651061890807872?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5056651061890807872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5056651061890807872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5056651061890807872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5056651061890807872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday.html' title='yesterday.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFevFqexT1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NM3AcOOw6IA/s72-c/aw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8637323165646997452</id><published>2008-06-16T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:40:31.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFZfLjzj0kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ePoZou6iZO8/s1600-h/au.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFZfLjzj0kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ePoZou6iZO8/s320/au.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212458270922625602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we are back to class. until wednesday.&lt;div&gt;and as the days pass i feel this powerful pressure feeling. i hope i am on the right track with my work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i need to set up a couple of meetings to discuss the chapters of my MRP and the length of each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also think i need to just write and not think so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the more time i spend with all of this literature and all of these words the more evident it is to me that i want to be a part of something big for queer homeless youth. i want to open a shelter with services. a place where there doesn't have to be that fear of being bashed or judged...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i got a camcorder. a small one. small enough to carry in my hand while i'm walking around.  i've wanted one for so long. and it's funny. because i haven't been using it. although i just got it. i need to sit with it for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like these feelings and ideas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8637323165646997452?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8637323165646997452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8637323165646997452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8637323165646997452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8637323165646997452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling.html' title='feeling.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFZfLjzj0kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ePoZou6iZO8/s72-c/au.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2490475576457554440</id><published>2008-06-13T10:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:10:25.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFKNssysZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wjpc1L-MI0k/s1600-h/atree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFKNssysZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wjpc1L-MI0k/s320/atree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211383517898631026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i met with a person named Spencer. A random sort of meeting. A month or two ago he overheard a conversation between 2 of my classmates on the bus. And so it happened.  It was really nice to sit with him and Kristin and discuss our various interests and projects.&lt;div&gt;And i've been thinking lately..of art installations. Great big pieces. Huge. Massive. with space to take up. And i've been thinking of lists. i love lists:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. massive canvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. late night. early morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. train tracks and ice cream truck music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. hot air balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. words like butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. gobase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. wires and pipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. fields and studios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to work towards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to keep things in order. or something like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've completed coding the last 2 interviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i will prepare my presentation for next week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2490475576457554440?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2490475576457554440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2490475576457554440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2490475576457554440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2490475576457554440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/lists.html' title='lists.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SFKNssysZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wjpc1L-MI0k/s72-c/atree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8961865454254539417</id><published>2008-06-10T20:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:33:21.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cartwheels and happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SE8c9NelLHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xmPzgvXSFaI/s1600-h/abat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SE8c9NelLHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xmPzgvXSFaI/s320/abat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210415131806477426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent this entire day transcribing my last 2 interviews. all day. with several breaks in between. started around 9am and just finished (it's 8.15pm).&lt;div&gt;damn, i feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing left to transcribe. i just have to code those last 2 interviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure why i spent so many hours finishing them up today. i think i just want the transcribing and coding to be done for classes next week. i think i just hate it when people make me feel like i can't do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, now i've done it...i've interviewed 5 youth and 5 managers/supervisors at various services. i interviewed 10 people and i transcribed those interviews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's good to have some confidence....it took a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhow, i'm done for today and i feel like doing cartwheels! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8961865454254539417?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8961865454254539417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8961865454254539417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8961865454254539417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8961865454254539417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/cartwheels-and-happy.html' title='cartwheels and happy.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SE8c9NelLHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xmPzgvXSFaI/s72-c/abat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-4881769965949721363</id><published>2008-06-09T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:41:04.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SE0yx9XlLMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xeUSIOjhosY/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SE0yx9XlLMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xeUSIOjhosY/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209876177805978818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My literature review is complete. I found it challenging trying to get it all into 12 pages. There is always so much to say about this research and about previous research on this topic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now in the process of finishing up my transcribing. I mostly feel on track and very motivated, but I have my moments and fear that I will not be done in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to Buddies for the launch of the CTYS resource guide for parents of trans youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was extremely moving. So many wonderful people who had worked so hard to make the guide. And so many wonderful parents of trans youth were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I introduced myself to the "executive director of CTYS" and told her a bit about my research and my interest in CTYS. She was really nice and asked me to email her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see myself working at a place like CTYS in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week we are back in class. I very interested in hearing about my classmates' research. I'm looking forward to being back in class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-4881769965949721363?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/4881769965949721363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=4881769965949721363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4881769965949721363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4881769965949721363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SE0yx9XlLMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xeUSIOjhosY/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-5016155265405479558</id><published>2008-06-05T14:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:10:31.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEg5vAnENgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qirolXH8RA4/s1600-h/awish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEg5vAnENgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qirolXH8RA4/s320/awish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208476448834467330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't asking for any. but i had some. and he wasn't asking. but i was giving. and so the story went. and maybe because i held him in my eyes for so long as i walked through in search of the perfect 'wish'. it doesn't really even matter all that much. tokens and money. and he just wanted burger king. and there was something in his eyes. or mind. there was something. and i could have stayed for longer. but i don't know if he knew. and maybe he thought i was scared. or something.&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if there was the option to insert a recording device into my eyes..i'd do it. i'd take it. because when the leaves fell this afternoon. it was really something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if there was the option to insert a recording device into my mind..i'd do it too. because when i remembered the way i felt finding acorns as a child. it was really something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last night i went to the cyndi lauper concert. and she spoke about homophobia in the school. and there was a lot of talking about all of this discrimination and having to "come out" and so on. it struck me deep inside. like the way Eli Clare's book is. and has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of this reading i am doing for my MRP is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my voice feels louder all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there is no hiding. no trying. there is no nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we just are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and someone said something about 'acceptance'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have to question that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'acceptance' of what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and why are we forced to 'come out' as 'gay'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and why do we have to fight for safety?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and why are so many people without a home because they just are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the more i read the more i question....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he wasn't asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-5016155265405479558?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/5016155265405479558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=5016155265405479558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5016155265405479558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/5016155265405479558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/questions.html' title='questions.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEg5vAnENgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qirolXH8RA4/s72-c/awish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8371389437660287591</id><published>2008-06-03T11:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:43:53.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amazed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEVmrlGD2qI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f7isRz_Qh-4/s1600-h/amazed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEVmrlGD2qI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f7isRz_Qh-4/s320/amazed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207681443001784994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning. there are always birds with pieces of 'home' in their mouths. they are building shelter. and a place to be.&lt;div&gt;and in the morning. it rained so hard. with words and language falling from the ceiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sat there. amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been working on my lit review. and there is so much to read. everytime i think i've got it. i find so much more. meaning. and then i begin again. with piles upon piles. i am drenched in words. and in the library, with all its books. i sit here and fall over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;highlight. re-write. write. re-write. i don't want to forget a thing. i want to be filled by this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8371389437660287591?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8371389437660287591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8371389437660287591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8371389437660287591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8371389437660287591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/06/amazed.html' title='amazed.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEVmrlGD2qI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f7isRz_Qh-4/s72-c/amazed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-4099662807523803705</id><published>2008-05-30T16:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:14:34.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>parallel lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEBtyu2QEiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cFM6Sehi8hM/s1600-h/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEBtyu2QEiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cFM6Sehi8hM/s320/1111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206281887576756770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's strange. the way the world works. and things align. everything comes into line.&lt;div&gt;the lines. the parallel numbers. it's really something. and today when i came back to my computer. it was filled with messages. and it just all came into line. the possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p o s s i b i l i t i e s .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm just two transcriptions away now. into the second last. and the ideas are alive. in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if i had the time. or the equipment...or knowledge maybe...i'd make a film out of this all. a real film. something with movement. or the ability to. but for now. i'll just have to use my little program here and make something with what i've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today we have numbers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my first draft should be complete by the beginning of July. and my final discussion is on September 3. 10am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scary but good. these are important dates and it's important for me to have dates set aside. as it makes it real for me. in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on my way. in the morning. i saw a wasp carry a dead caterpillar. and i watched in amazement. almost missed the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then everything aligned itself. with numbers and language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been thinking so much about drawing. and painting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life drawing.  or drawing life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think that maybe with the alignment of numbers and words...we need to be drawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drawn to. and drawn out. on paper. and sheets..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..in between parallel lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-4099662807523803705?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/4099662807523803705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=4099662807523803705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4099662807523803705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/4099662807523803705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/parallel-lines.html' title='parallel lines.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SEBtyu2QEiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cFM6Sehi8hM/s72-c/1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-1868529722885818990</id><published>2008-05-29T14:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:26:47.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>connected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SD71Te2QEhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8zUj66qmXW0/s1600-h/bridges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SD71Te2QEhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8zUj66qmXW0/s320/bridges.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205867934333800978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like all the listening has produced space. or something.&lt;div&gt;and this research with its project and people and stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is something that has teared open my heart. at its seams. where it was broken. before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the memories ooze out. or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this coding has got me thinking. about coding and codes. and how it's just that that really damages and destroys and creates conflict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the fighting. all the codes. and change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and perhaps i've chosen the best possible topic to do research on. and perhaps this is where my life needs to be. i think about all the people. about this world. about all the broken families. and situations. and how many youth are abused for just being. for breaking out of certain codes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think about "coming out" and only hope for a day when there will be no such a thing as having to "come out". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am brewing and stirred inside. i stir myself. and this brews me. inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to work with queer youth who are involved in abusive family situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never felt this so strong inside. when i first started my Master's i remember speaking to Nancy and saying that i want to do research connected to homeless youth. and i remember her asking me if i want it to be "queer" youth. i said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and perhaps i've been running away. or pushing this all deep inside. where it brews and stirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but today i feel broken. through. and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i am pulsing and pushing at the seams of my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-1868529722885818990?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/1868529722885818990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=1868529722885818990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1868529722885818990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1868529722885818990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/connected.html' title='connected.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SD71Te2QEhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8zUj66qmXW0/s72-c/bridges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-627252045425720818</id><published>2008-05-28T10:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:37:17.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>listening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SD1utO2QEgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ku7qOESyqXM/s1600-h/CaterpillarSideView.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205438467668972034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SD1utO2QEgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ku7qOESyqXM/s320/CaterpillarSideView.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning the bus didn't stop for me. and i think that maybe i was invisible for a moment. and the caterpillars surrounded me. and we walked together. to the next bus. the caterpillars and i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in their pillars. with legs. and words. and something in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i transcribed a very full document. with words dripping off the sheets of paper. so much was said. and i listened while she spoke on that Monday morning back in April. but i heard it differently this time. and full. with filling. this feels like the base. or the hard drive. her words. and ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Every youth has a right to be here. Every youth has the right to be treated with dignity and with respect...It seems so simple.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and today i play with words. and findings. today i read and write. and i am working on my literature review. and there is so much to be reviewed. and read. &lt;div&gt;and it's really something. this research. re-search. i re-search and re-search until i find what someone else found before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's just something. and all this reading about the abuse and the violence. for what? for having a queer identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many youth are homeless. home less. because their parents don't agree with their "sexual orientation". damn. i would like to re-orient them in their minds. the parents. the power. people have. so much. power. and i wonder. when this world will change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel too much. and will most likely smash a lot of glass throughout the process of this research. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is alive. like my heart. in my heart. these words. these findings. i don't just read them. they beat against and into my heart...&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-627252045425720818?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/627252045425720818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=627252045425720818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/627252045425720818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/627252045425720818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/listening.html' title='listening.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SD1utO2QEgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ku7qOESyqXM/s72-c/CaterpillarSideView.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-1861563083168973660</id><published>2008-05-26T09:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:14:01.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SDq3Be2QEfI/AAAAAAAAADw/5t1-GC0Gmvs/s1600-h/give.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SDq3Be2QEfI/AAAAAAAAADw/5t1-GC0Gmvs/s320/give.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204673555468390898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody wrote the word 'give' in black with marker, pretty much all over the city. wherever i look..wherever i go i see it. &lt;div&gt;i wrote the word 'hope' in red with spray paint, everywhere i went a few years back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's this nostaligia or something. with the smell of summer. or spring. and research. with words. and meaning. there's something in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i remember when. and in the morning i dream of massive canvas. with wide open space. and pocket dictionaries. and paint with colour. i dream of these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on my way to the bus i stop and i watch caterpillars. in their pillars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i dream of wind without rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's strange that somebody wrote the word 'give'. just recently. everywhere. in every place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every 11 seconds the word. with its meaning. and i think i'm dripping over the edge with idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or formation. and i need to get to the l i b r a r y. now. for coding. and understanding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-1861563083168973660?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/1861563083168973660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=1861563083168973660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1861563083168973660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1861563083168973660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/drip.html' title='drip.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SDq3Be2QEfI/AAAAAAAAADw/5t1-GC0Gmvs/s72-c/give.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-7605567066617340030</id><published>2008-05-23T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:51:57.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new york.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SDbL9-2QEeI/AAAAAAAAADo/illrzeLgAx8/s1600-h/sail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SDbL9-2QEeI/AAAAAAAAADo/illrzeLgAx8/s320/sail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203570685176189410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so things are like puzzle pieces in my head these days. and it's coming together.&lt;div&gt;and my research has brought on ideas for new projects. a participant that i interviewed brought up the idea to create a resource guide. i am thinking that this would be a great side project, as it is so needed and i am sure it would help so many youth out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spent the last 4 days in new york. the graffiti was good for my mind and for my heart. it was a hectic 4 days and i was pretty annoyed by all the noise and people. i think my body was craving something more peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, i found something of interest in a local gay magazine. "The Ali Forney Center"-"where homeless LGBT youth are sheltered, housed and assisted in becoming safe, healthy and independent young adults" and the website brought me to some really great articles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so even though i found new york to be very stressful and annoying, i did find resources for my MRP! and beautiful art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is Friday and i feel like next week will and should be spent in the library-coding and writing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-7605567066617340030?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/7605567066617340030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=7605567066617340030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7605567066617340030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7605567066617340030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-york.html' title='new york.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SDbL9-2QEeI/AAAAAAAAADo/illrzeLgAx8/s72-c/sail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-1635385532429040942</id><published>2008-05-17T11:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:08:10.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SC8C4gH8f_I/AAAAAAAAADg/r-vI6iwedjQ/s1600-h/feeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SC8C4gH8f_I/AAAAAAAAADg/r-vI6iwedjQ/s320/feeling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201379264355401714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what does it mean to "come out". i've been thinking and wondering. and there's this constant sort of negotiation thing that happens, especially when you're young or first "coming out". and it's hard. not easy. the coming out. the process. the words. language. space.&lt;div&gt;and i spent the entire day yesterday transcribing one interview. i don't know what it was that took me so many hours. i needed time to process the words in my own body. and to listen and re-listen and really hear what he was saying to me. and "we need a gay shelter" "we need a gay shelter" "we really NEED a gay shelter". i woke up with his voice in my head. and these words. and this whole "coming out" thing. and something along the lines of "every place i've lived in, i've had to deal with homophobia". and damn. this city. these people. this h o m o p h o b i a .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these words feel so 7 years ago. but i knew when i started this project that these feelings. memories. all these things would rise up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want this to be so much about me or my experience. but something about yesterday. the words. the words. the words. something in them, awoke something in me. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-1635385532429040942?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/1635385532429040942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=1635385532429040942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1635385532429040942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1635385532429040942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/again.html' title='again.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SC8C4gH8f_I/AAAAAAAAADg/r-vI6iwedjQ/s72-c/feeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-6414492099147745252</id><published>2008-05-15T17:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:28:22.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a mixture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCyq7AH8f-I/AAAAAAAAADY/hTNL1f_GIe8/s1600-h/gobes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCyq7AH8f-I/AAAAAAAAADY/hTNL1f_GIe8/s320/gobes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200719600328409058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"when everything is lonely I can be own best friend, I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection. The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been thinking. about methodology. methods. the ways we go about doing what we do. how we choose our system. of methods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't know that i really chose my methods in any particular way. i feel like i just knew. or something. it was there. inside. right from the start. and this whole project. is like something that has been in me for a while. waiting. to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c o m e   o u t .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this project comes out and it brings so much out. it brings out truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and something in me feels tired. on sunday, babsy and i will go to new york for 4 days to visit my brother. we will look at art. and take photos. and write words on walls. and it will be good. for rest. or for something. it feels important to get away right now for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know that all of this is just beginning now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the coming out. the truth. the words. the stories. the methods. this system. is only just starting now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am reading a book called: 'runaway-diary of a street kid' It's a published journal of a 14 year old girl's experience with homelessness. i'm reading it amongst so many other books and articles. i think it's important for me to almost bombard my brain right now. i need to overload myself with information and words for a little while. i like how it affects my sleep and my dreams. it affects my existence. and the way that i interact with people. but, it's also important for this project and for my writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's important to know and to listen to what is necessary and needed. like the overload of books, new york, these things. are all important parts of the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ofcourse for me, gobase-my little cat man in the photo. he is the most important. and he helps me think and understand these things through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I've got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train. If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same. We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain. What was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane" (bright eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-6414492099147745252?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/6414492099147745252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=6414492099147745252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6414492099147745252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/6414492099147745252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/mixture.html' title='a mixture.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCyq7AH8f-I/AAAAAAAAADY/hTNL1f_GIe8/s72-c/gobes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2451113305229878127</id><published>2008-05-14T09:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:33:13.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCrqEQH8f9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3081_EiCyAc/s1600-h/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCrqEQH8f9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3081_EiCyAc/s320/forest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226078521327570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday we spoke about knowledge and imagination and writing.&lt;div&gt;We wrote for 20 minutes. And right before we wrote i think she said something about metaphor. Something about not revealing or not completely uncovering. Something about something that will allow the reader to imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagination. image-in-nation. image-nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i imagine this. and i wrote pages upon pages about image-nation and about knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she wonders about knowledge and where it comes from. or where we think it comes from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i imagine. knowledge. comes from nature. knowledge as. embedded in the air. in the earth. in the trees. the little birds that my eyes carry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i also imagine that there is toxic knowledge. and people are so consumed with themselves and with pace. i imagine this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much we can learn in the forest. for rest. the birds show us which berries are poisonous. the ants tell us when it is going to rain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much. and we talk about knowledge. but how often do we talk about nature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncovering and revealing. Time is passing. and there is so much that i would like to say. speak. learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wonder what everyone else wrote about during those 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wonder what you think about this interpretation of knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2451113305229878127?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2451113305229878127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2451113305229878127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2451113305229878127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2451113305229878127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/imagine.html' title='imagine.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCrqEQH8f9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3081_EiCyAc/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-7946648313468820110</id><published>2008-05-13T07:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:51:28.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>arts-informed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCmOcgH8f8I/AAAAAAAAADI/Ge7UP3V6mkg/s1600-h/newsub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCmOcgH8f8I/AAAAAAAAADI/Ge7UP3V6mkg/s320/newsub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199843865086689218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in class we spoke about how to write the research proposal. and there were many questions. and that is good. but then after a while i started to wonder if i already wrote my research proposal! (i know i already did). it's just that it hit me at that point that i have begun. i've already begun the process and i'm finding it difficult in class discussions and groups. i'm trying to be open and positive. in class. with my classmates.&lt;div&gt;For the small group discussions I really wanted to talk/learn about arts-informed research, so I created a small group and we discussed this (sort of). What i did realize is that i have already brought my art into this project by silk-screening the bandanas with my designs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The process of the bandanas feels important to me in this project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took time and lots of walking to actually find plain bandanas (with no design) and then at home i carefully silk-screened different designs and different colours onto all of them. And in this process i wondered who i would meet, who i would interview and how we would impact one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hung on the bannister with the wet paint on them. i stood there in the hallway staring at them all as they dried. i stood there and put a part of me into each piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been thinking and wondering and thinking about how i will incorporate disability into my MRP. To me, poverty, homelessness, and disability are very closely linked and so i can write about that link and it's existence. Another important aspect is that 'homosexuality' was thought to be a disease/disorder for so long and was classified as that in the DSM. i think i should spend time writing about that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are several important ideas i want to discuss in my paper: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-youth culture (a brief introduction to and understanding of)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-street life (the dangers, the community built...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-homophobia and its impact on the self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the nature of support services&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-7946648313468820110?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/7946648313468820110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=7946648313468820110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7946648313468820110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7946648313468820110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/arts-informed.html' title='arts-informed'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCmOcgH8f8I/AAAAAAAAADI/Ge7UP3V6mkg/s72-c/newsub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-1439912079372946866</id><published>2008-05-11T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:43:37.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCb4AQH8f7I/AAAAAAAAADA/ALYidWqgbmg/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCb4AQH8f7I/AAAAAAAAADA/ALYidWqgbmg/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199115503057797042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been marinating in words. for days now.&lt;div&gt;i've been thinking about the listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my body remembers every single expression. every emotion and every feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember every word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been thinking about thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this trans-cribing is getting inside. of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the air. takes me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the morning. i always wake up to these words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with these feelings. memories. these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the bird. the little bird. it sings outside of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i just can't stop....listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-1439912079372946866?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/1439912079372946866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=1439912079372946866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1439912079372946866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1439912079372946866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/words.html' title='words.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCb4AQH8f7I/AAAAAAAAADA/ALYidWqgbmg/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-1827266122479825599</id><published>2008-05-08T08:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:09:08.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lighter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCL7bEc-eOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bf7YV1CjC-g/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCL7bEc-eOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bf7YV1CjC-g/s320/light.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197993362409289954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay.&lt;div&gt;and this is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel better about all the work i've done because it's good and necessary and this is me and how i do research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i emailed Shout Clinic and officially closed off my project-no more interviews. i think i have a lot of data now and anymore might be too much for this project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love research. as nerdy as it may be, i really love research. especially community-based research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before class there was light rain. and it was spring outside. and on my way i carried little birds in my eyes. and i thought about all the important things. or something like that. and the people all around me. talking. speaking. saying. while i was carrying little birds in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class was good last night. we broke off into small groups of our choice. my group was focussed on "homelessness and poverty research". there were three of us, all with very different ideas and very different knowledge; i liked that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before the group work nancy spoke about interviewing and addressed the 'fear' or whatever it is that the class seems to feel about interviews..."we are always interviewing"..."we interview the text as we read it"...thank you for that, for those words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...it made it feel lighter inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-1827266122479825599?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/1827266122479825599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=1827266122479825599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1827266122479825599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1827266122479825599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/lighter.html' title='lighter.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCL7bEc-eOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bf7YV1CjC-g/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-2503962371333291557</id><published>2008-05-07T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:54:27.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCGmekc-eNI/AAAAAAAAACw/zZUKn-V3lK4/s1600-h/feel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCGmekc-eNI/AAAAAAAAACw/zZUKn-V3lK4/s320/feel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197618489073760466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself waking up early with the intention of dedicating my mornings purely to transcribing. i am trying to do this. it takes time though, as there is so much in the early morning that captures my attention.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when i got to class (early) a fellow classmate came up to me and asked me if my "committee thinks it's practical" what i am doing for my MRP....i was a bit taken a back. she proceeded to ask me if my supervisor knows how many interviews i've conducted...and how much transcribing and work needs to be done. it was bizarre. i smiled and told her that i'll be fine. it's strange that she still went on about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it really that difficult to include interviews in a MRP? maybe it is. i don't know. maybe people are just afraid and their fears fill the room. i feel or felt discouraged. not sure what i feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-2503962371333291557?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/2503962371333291557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=2503962371333291557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2503962371333291557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/2503962371333291557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/feel.html' title='feel.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCGmekc-eNI/AAAAAAAAACw/zZUKn-V3lK4/s72-c/feel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-819490888524013750</id><published>2008-05-06T08:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:34:23.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCBQQyk7djI/AAAAAAAAACo/r93u2RE2QaQ/s1600-h/listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCBQQyk7djI/AAAAAAAAACo/r93u2RE2QaQ/s320/listen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197242219370346034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday May 3 I presented at a conference for the first time. I presented at the Critical Disability Studies Conference. My presentation was titled "Sweet, Sweet Toronto: A critical overview of homelessness in Toronto". I showed my short film and spoke about it, followed by a discussion on homelessness in Toronto and the relationship between homelessness and disability. I was extremely nervous before my presentation, but as soon as I got up and started speaking it felt as though all my passion towards these issues were exploding out of my heart. It felt good and inspiring. I believe that I am ready to overcome my fears of speaking in front of groups of people.&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not received anymore phone calls for interviews for my research. I know I have a lot of information already and there is quite a bit to be transcribed, however, there is something about interviewing that is so full and filling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I foresee future projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have connected with a PhD student that I met at the Homelessness, Housing and Poverty Working Group. He and I share a lot of similar interests, especially in terms of spreading messages throughout the city.  I look forward to working with him on some "city work" : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the first day of the MRP course and Nancy spoke about "passion" and how important it is when doing research. How wonderful it is to have people around us with that "burning passion", whether it is for the same thing or not. I think about this. I think about my passion and how refreshing it feels to meet other people with that passion....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that I noticed in class last night was that after I presented my MRP topic, I somehow felt discouraged. Something about the way students were talking about interviewing and timelines discouraged me. I know I have done quite a few interviews for this project...but I also know that is what I had to do....I need it for my research. I wouldn't feel right only doing a literature review with this project, because to me that would be silencing and non-inclusive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to say...so much to think about.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-819490888524013750?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/819490888524013750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=819490888524013750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/819490888524013750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/819490888524013750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much.html' title='so much'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SCBQQyk7djI/AAAAAAAAACo/r93u2RE2QaQ/s72-c/listen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3382044522400163983</id><published>2008-04-29T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:00:56.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>progression.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SBcqCik7diI/AAAAAAAAACg/_Y_L0jMTVTo/s1600-h/homeless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SBcqCik7diI/AAAAAAAAACg/_Y_L0jMTVTo/s320/homeless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194666918324958754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I met with a manager at Covenant House. She gave me a tour and answered all my questions. I was there for about 2 hours and it went really well. I learned a lot from that meeting and it was different than I had anticipated...I can't quite articulate exactly how yet, just different.&lt;div&gt;I also had two more interviews with youth last week. I had my first interview with a woman, which was great because I was really hoping that women would come forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my first cancellation as well! Up until now I have interviewed 5 youth and will hopefully be interviewing a couple more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned a lot from all the conversations with the youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking about how very important it is to hear people's voices and to learn about their lived experiences.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The youth I have spoken to have been teaching me about possible solutions and about the things they need most when trying to access a service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been listening while they have been speaking....and it has been enlightening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I interviewed Lorraine (Health Promoter) at Shout.  Lorraine has been my primary contact person at Shout and she has been really wonderful and helpful.  The interview with her was different than the other interviews I had done at organizations, as she seemed to be really progressive with her ideas and understanding of the issues at hand as they relate to queer youth and homelessness.  My meeting with her felt like an opening to ideas and thoughts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next step is to get moving with my transcribing and on Monday May 5th I begin the MRP course, which I am looking forward to. It will be interesting to hear where the other students in the program are at with their MRP's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3382044522400163983?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3382044522400163983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3382044522400163983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3382044522400163983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3382044522400163983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/04/progression.html' title='progression.'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SBcqCik7diI/AAAAAAAAACg/_Y_L0jMTVTo/s72-c/homeless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-942683817748436814</id><published>2008-04-21T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:58:35.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAzVs0lAjTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Oi-CZM1jiZI/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAzVs0lAjTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Oi-CZM1jiZI/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191759436456168754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a meeting with Leslie from SOY at the Sherbourne Health Centre. Leslie runs the mentoring program and the Monday night drop-in for homeless and insecurely housed queer and trans youth.  I interviewed Leslie and it went so well. She was extremely informative and taught me a lot.  SOY offers a lot of really great programs; I wish I would have known about them when I came out. &lt;div&gt;We spoke about getting resources to youth and about homophobia and transphobia occurring in organizations in Toronto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very helpful meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next meeting is set up for Wednesday at Covenant House. And I've received 2 more calls for interviews...all males...I am really hoping some women will participate in my study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so for now I have to catch up on my transcribing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-942683817748436814?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/942683817748436814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=942683817748436814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/942683817748436814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/942683817748436814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/04/soy.html' title='SOY'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAzVs0lAjTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Oi-CZM1jiZI/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-3037851821830921171</id><published>2008-04-16T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:13:13.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAakIeJovnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Q1xvKgaUaQ/s1600-h/safe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAakIeJovnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Q1xvKgaUaQ/s320/safe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190016086030466674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my first three interviews. The first interview was one hour and forty minutes and the other two were about twenty minutes. All the conversations were so informative. So many words. So many feelings. So much. Ideas and exchanges. All three..so different from one another. I felt really nervous at first, but it quickly wore off as soon as the first interview started. I found myself comfortable, curious, and open. Today taught me a lot. There was something so real in this day that has left me sore in the bones and tired. Memories that I buried deep inside of myself came creeping back and there was a sadness at times, but the sadness was also an understanding. And I have so much to say about this day....but not the words....yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday I will be meeting with Bev Lepischak at Sherbourne Health (SOY) for an interview about SOY. I also heard back from Covenant House and they have agreed to meet with me, give me a tour, and answer my questions. I think it will be interesting to hear the perspective of both youth who have accessed services and the people who work at the services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pleased with the beginning of this project...and I have a lot of things to think about from this day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-3037851821830921171?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/3037851821830921171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=3037851821830921171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3037851821830921171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/3037851821830921171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-day.html' title='this day'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAakIeJovnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Q1xvKgaUaQ/s72-c/safe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-1237483926469515492</id><published>2008-04-14T18:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:37:18.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the first</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAPh_uJovmI/AAAAAAAAACI/fotYfnhKKpI/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAPh_uJovmI/AAAAAAAAACI/fotYfnhKKpI/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189239680497401442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had my meeting at Evergreen. I met with the director and the housing support worker.   &lt;div&gt;And we talked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked. She answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I interviewed the housing worker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised that I didn't get a tour of Evergreen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now...I'm thinking it might be a really good idea to interview a few more organizations, as I've already spoken with a community health organization, a religious organization, perhaps I should speak with the 519, Sherbourne Health Centre (SOY program), Covenant House (Religious organization, but also a shelter), and maybe Tumivut (first shelter in Toronto that is "trans friendly").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next step is to make some phone calls and appointments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-1237483926469515492?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/1237483926469515492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=1237483926469515492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1237483926469515492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/1237483926469515492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/04/first.html' title='the first'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SAPh_uJovmI/AAAAAAAAACI/fotYfnhKKpI/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-8768561712055578236</id><published>2008-04-12T10:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:24:53.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my path in the rain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SADGKIiDtsI/AAAAAAAAACA/akEr7a3D1Rs/s1600-h/2205080134_d5fc67fb5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SADGKIiDtsI/AAAAAAAAACA/akEr7a3D1Rs/s320/2205080134_d5fc67fb5e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188364648122136258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started off really rainy and while I waited in a coffee shop before my appointment at Shout I observed this city and I quickly grew sick of how ignorant people are and how mean so many people are to homeless people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I walked on over to Shout and met with Lorraine and Stephanie. They gave me a tour around the place and showed me where my office will be. We spoke about my project needs and the role that Shout will play in my MRP. We also spoke about any safety concerns that might arise for me as a researcher and the codes that they will use if my safety is at risk at all. Everyone at Shout was really supportive of my MRP idea and I was surprised to hear how many people had read my research proposal; it made me happy.  Lorraine was really great and she gave me a lot of contacts, she also told me that she will start telling potential participants about my project and pretty soon I should have six interviews on the go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I left Shout my mind was on fire and filled with ideas.....ideas that I may be able to work with in the next 4 1/2 months or ideas that might have to carry over to other projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good to be in the right place. To hear the world speaking to me from so many corners...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-8768561712055578236?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/8768561712055578236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=8768561712055578236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8768561712055578236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/8768561712055578236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-path-in-rain.html' title='my path in the rain..'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/SADGKIiDtsI/AAAAAAAAACA/akEr7a3D1Rs/s72-c/2205080134_d5fc67fb5e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765652853708554289.post-7409500621953197148</id><published>2008-04-07T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:47:15.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rAjZAEfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/G5brdLAElro/s1600-h/listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rAjZAEfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/G5brdLAElro/s320/listen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186669635109682882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about this project since September 2007.&lt;div&gt;There have been quite a few changes to the project since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am more concrete with my research questions, my aim, my goals, and myself as a researcher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The research project has been approved by the ethics board at York University and at Shout Clinic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now in the recruiting stage of the project and have just set up my first interview today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all so exciting for me, as I feel very passionate about this project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping to incorporate a more arts-based research element to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also hoping to make a short film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so here I will document the progress, the happiness, the struggles, here I will document as the days, weeks, and months go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765652853708554289-7409500621953197148?l=ilona6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/feeds/7409500621953197148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765652853708554289&amp;postID=7409500621953197148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7409500621953197148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765652853708554289/posts/default/7409500621953197148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilona6.blogspot.com/2008/04/start_07.html' title='a start...'/><author><name>i. alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11136791099662533259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rCZ5AEfuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NavWXIpCqao/S220/ives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIqiOPzfPo/R_rAjZAEfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/G5brdLAElro/s72-c/listen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
