Of course, in this day and age, pictures like this can be "produced" with the proper tools. So after reading the comments under the posting, I questioned whether it was real or not. After doing more reading up on it, it seems it is an authentic photo. There's more info about it here and here. A very moving and interesting photo, really something to make one think. I also thought that, even if it was a production, the thought behind it is still there. It invokes and idea and a thought, so even if it was a fraud, it still serves a purpose.
Anyway, it reminded me of something that I experienced over the holidays. I actually started writing myself an entry on my holiday adventures, back on Dec 26th, but it has become epic in proportion and I think I'll illustrate it and divide it into paragraphs before I ever get around to posting it. Homer, move over baby, my Holiday epic is gonna make the Iliad look like cheesecloth and olive pits. So mental note, illustrate the epic, biatch... which, given my illustrating talents means copious stick figures strewn over whatever I can fiind to make interesting backgrounds... namely, ruled paper. Fuck, tis the season to digress...
Over the holidays, I had the good fortune to experience a small celebration of Hanukkah (or Chanukah? I need to find out what the difference is... Just spelling or what... one more puzzle to solve... hmm hmm, hroom hroom... ) anyway, I celebrated it with my cousin's new fiancee as we all sat down to dinner on boxing day. It was quite exciting for me, as I have never had any real chance to experience anything from the Jewish faith before. It was interesting and he gave us some background on the history and the reason it is celebrated. He also told us about other jewish holidays and which were significant and why. A thoroughly informative and enjoyable experience, topped by a fantastic dinner with family and friends.
Hmm, on the topic of dinner, tonight I have had the house to myself. One roommate is in Saint John on business and the other is staying at the hospital because he's on call for the night. Heh, third year resident, lucky him. Hehe! So I took advantage of the alone time and started my evening of 'Home Alone' by cooking myself a fantastic meal. I went and picked up some groceries earlier and whipped up an experimental concoction for fun. I started with baby red potatoes cooked in a wok with extra virgin olive oil and parsley and thyme to season. When they were soft I added in onion and soon after mushrooms. A little salt and pepper and a dash of garlic for fun and I stirred it until the veggies were just slightly soft. Then I sliced up a boneless pork loin chop, seasoned it with the same as above and tossed that in. Once all this was cooked to satisfaction, I added in a little bit of Alfredo sauce to bring it all together and VOILA! a masterpeice of culinary perfection. I have to admit, I love my sauces and creams. I think every dish I make now is either smothered in some sort of sauce or has a nice cooked side of sauteed fruit and maple syrup or something else of that nature... I am spoiling myself, I'll never find anyone to love and partner with that will be able to out-cook me the way I want it my food prepared. I may end up with a master chef, but damned if I'll roll over and take second place in my own kitchen. We may need seperate kitchens. :) Heh, oh well, the ability to cook at least ranks me a few points higher on the date-ability scale, even if it has the potential to add on extra poundage.. but with my current 'moderation-is-key' diet, I don't even have to worry about it. Anyway, the fucking meal was to die for, so succulent I though I was going to have to run through the neighborhood exclaiming my greatness! But I opted to walk the dog instead, so as to get some exercise and to let the poor bitch pee and poop. I am the epitome of caring.
Another thing about being in the house alone, is I can sing as loud as I want without fear of reprisal or embarrassment. I sing while I cook, I sing while I clean, I sing while I shower. All afternoon I sang along with Fiona Apple on 'Never Is A Promise' and Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band's 'Blue On Black'. I had the two on infinite repeat in iTunes and damn, but did I belt them out all day. The weirdest thing in the world is that my voice, after 17 years has gotten some of its strength back. As a kid singing Soprano in the church choir, I could hit any note I so desired and maintain it. Well, puberty changed my range, but the bad thing was my voice lost its strength. I could still hit a lot of notes, but not maintain them... and it became shaky and unstable at times and never really recovered. Blech. Lately I've found I've been able to maintain the notes I want, when I want to. It might have something to do with the endless hours I spend traveling for work or on trips back and forth to Cape Breton... I plug in my iPod, broadcast it over my stereo (the stereo pumps, it makes the windows in the car shake if I want it to) and I sing at the top of my lungs the entire trip. Unfortunately, I have this annoying lung problem that affects my breathing and ability to 'not-cough' at inappropriate times, but aside from that, most days I am on. It has opened up new possibilities and when I buy my new keyboard sometime soon, I may just get into wedding singing for shits and giggles. A great way to make a few extra bucks and meet interesting new people. Hmm, I may even try a niche thing... Ms. Davita, the Queer Wedding Singer... I could do GBLT weddings in drag... well, tasteful and dignified drag... :) You never know, the possibility may just be there. And I might just throw myself into Five Minutes of Fame sometime down the road. It's a possibility anyway... it would be fun and I know there's one unbelieving little fruit at Reflections that I want to prove my talent to. Hooray for vindictive and vengeful talents!
And now I think I will go throw on 'Finding Neverland', relax and enjoy the rest of my wonderful, blunderful evening 'Home Alone'. If anyone comes to rob me, they'd better bring extra condoms, cuz the only robbery I'm going for is not of a material nature. Ha! Fear me robbers, fear me. Which reminds me that I must go buy a webcam sometime soon. I owe one sexy biatch a favor... well, actually two favors... I hate owing folks and I must pay up on this debt... fun fun.
Holy fucking tangents Batman! Now, where was I...
