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By doriluthy, July 29, 2005 1:08 am

Two late nights in a row at the Cat’s Meow. And funny how I thought i gave that place up a couple years ago after too many late nights and drinking away all my tip money from the cafe! (as if that was something that could buy more than one beer!) Thanks to Chris Lewis who was my late night bad influence then and helped me close the bar on more than one occasion to slurk home to crash.

So last night had a chance to get to know Duane a bit more- what a great guy who is one of the most loyal and sweet men out there. How I appreciate a man who really listens to what you have to say. A great friend to have. And as Dustin already mentioned in his blog- this guy makes nachos that will win you forever.

This blog reminds of those guys that have been truly stellar in my life (other than my dearest husband!)
- Luke K.: worked with him for a summer at the Easter Seals Summer Camp in Oregon, back then he was my smoking buddy who would meet me at 9:30 pm. behind the camp showers to smoke at the end of the day. He taught me so much about myself in dealing with those in need and those with more insight than i could ever imagine. He introduced me to John Prine and socks with sandals. And that monster game we played at camp. This man was the older brother I never had, looking out for me in a way i’ve never known.
- Charlie E.: a major crush factor for many years in my mid-late teens. He entertained this crush with the utmost care and sensitivity, and amused (and supported) my delight in poetry and long walks in a way that assured me of only platonic love. That woodsman who comes from Felicity. (love them both) “Rushing, roaring, rainbow soaring into that so called green haired scarry made up life…”
- Mike B.: best friend for 5-6th grade until some dumb girl said “you two are so cute, you should be boyfriend and girlfriend” and ruined everything. Akwardness sets in when you are confronted with that possibility. It was never the same again… Nevermind- he was a great friend and didn’t ever make fun of my bad hair or strange clothes (I am a lifelong strange clother) Thanks Mikey for the good times as buds.
-Ismael V.: won me over when he told me that I had the nicest ears he’s ever seen. He held me on more than one occasion as I suffered through inexplainable pain of the heart. A brother I must have known from many past lives as we have a very profound connection and no matter time or space it remains. I love this man.
-Grant M.: The biggst Scotsman i’ve ever known (not like that!) who carried me through many sicknesses, supported me as I struggled through teen-angst and sexual mis-identity and he’s the biggest Pat Benetar fan i’ve ever known and that’s one of the reasons i love him so much. Where is he now? Last i heard he was in Newcastle working at a teens crisis centre. I’ll find him again someday when I need him.

Oh what friends. I miss them all so dearly.

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By doriluthy, July 22, 2005 11:49 pm

I have spent the past 4 days working away in Silvia’s studio attempting to quickly produce as many olive bowls as i can in a short amount of time. Production mode and i’m a bit slow on this… I guess for 3 months in i’m doing pretty good, Silvia seems pleased with the work i’m doing, which is good. I am enjoying the work, each piece i pick up is a new project- but of course this being said also 3 months into it- what will i be saying 3 years into it? haha! How far will i go? But the warm Vancouver days sooth me as I listen to the CBC day after day becoming informed and educated about the ways of B.C. and Canada. Who knew? Average age of first time mothers in B.C. = 30 yrs old.

Tonight I met a man (Mr. Neil, a friend of Duane’s) who introduced himself saying he was dressed the way he was because he was a whore to the corporate ladder. I introduced myself to him as someone who plays in the mud and doesn’t even see a ladder leaning up against the wall next to her. I suggested he get a strong drink and loosen his tie.

WE put ourselves where we want ourselves to be. If i wanted a high paying job, i could have it. i could do it, work it, and make money. If that was my priority, i would do it. Instead, i have chosen to struggle financially while i thrive emotionally. I like to see dirt under my fingernails and clay streaked gray in my hair at the end of a day in the studio. And riding my bike home in a summer dress being passed by fast men in bike tights i see visions of medallions flashing through my head, just one more salt pot… Oh! How blessed I am to be challenged by this career i have chosen for myself, blessed with a husband who believes in me and blessed with a boss who gives me good hard work in exchange for money. But that’s not to say it’s not at times a very difficult challenge, when i have so little to show for the hard work I do. But then I think back to my Spiegel days, and how well i did my nameplate job in customer service and oh the money and the health benifits… and how I turned that kind of work down instead for the profound joy of saying, no thank you, I’ll eat clay instead.

‘Well I have handed all my efforts in
I searched here for my second wind
Is there somewhere here to let me in I asked
So I slammed the doors they slammed at me
I found the place I’m meant to be
I figured out my destiny at last’

(Casey Chambers, the captain)