InstantJoy

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2010-01-07T19:12:00.000-08:00

So InstantJoy's randomness has been moved to joyjama.com --> I like making things mine. I love the interwebz. I haz your kittenz. ok, sorry I'll stop that. This is the last post, the last alien abduction random rant...

Drink Spiru-tein.

I am officially upside down!

2009-10-19T15:11:00.000-07:00

2009-09-19T10:33:00.000-07:00

"When I was writing the Chorus in G Minor, I suddenly dipped my pen into the medicine bottle instead of the inkpot. I made a blot, and when I dried it with sand (blotting paper had not been invented then) it took the form of a natural, which instantly gave me the idea of the effect which the change from G Minor to G Major would make, and to this blot is all the effect - if any - due."

-Rossini

Monkey See - Monkey Do, Could I Throw My Shoe at You?

2008-12-18T12:44:00.000-08:00

It's just too funny... that someone would do such a thing. Now the guy's asking for pardon. I wonder how many more cases we will see of shoes being thrown at people.

Isn't it the best way to insult a person though? Just chuck a shoe at their head.

aimez-vous jeter votre chaussure à moi ?

Please don't.

Anyway, there is so much more I would like to say about this and a million other things but right now isn't the time. So maybe later I'll revisit this. Until then... au revoir

Come to Mama...

2008-12-13T08:48:00.000-08:00

So, I wrote something here previously - about a desire to delete... to write write write then, delete - and then what had happened was, I was deleting old drafts and I accidentally deleted a very legitimate post. It was all about my anger towards writing and all this other valid nonsense.

It's a slow start this morning. I been sitting here thinking about what to write...

Listening to the Darkness "I believe in a thing called Love"

Now it's switched to Julieta Venegas - which reminds me I should upload the pictures from the concert I went to in October... I was so happy to be there. Seriously, who doesn't love Julieta Venegas? Only stupid people.

Yeah, I said it.

So, let's just bounce around from topic to topic as I am wont to do. It's okay, random is my middle name. Actually, no it's not.

Middle names, piff, who needs em? The government!! The man!!!

Today outside my window it's cloudy, not a sunny fun day in San Diego but there are so many of those that a rainy day looks nice. I have some movies to watch... "Man Push Cart" is one of them... "The Counterfeiters" the other and one more... "La Haine". I look forward to watching them all. I'm also going to make a delicious tomato sauce this evening for dinner. Which I look forward to as well.

There is no point to this post. I'm just making up for the one I deleted.

I better head to the grocery store before it starts raining. There are a lot of things I want to write about and rant about... like how the traffic in DC makes one very very angry and mean.. one being me. It makes me so mad! IT makes me nuts!!! I was in DC this week that's why there is a mention of it. My hotel was the near the Freemason temple. Freaky looking building but very beautiful view of Alexandria from it. You look down and see the city and then you look another direction and see the Capitol building and the Washington Monument. Some things about DC are just absolutely beautiful. My hometown which I have disowned for way too long. I claim too many places though.. anyway...

OHH! This morning, I sat up in bed and sang a song then laid back down and went back to sleep for a few more hours. It was very strange. I know I must have been sleep singing because I can't remember the tune now. Well, I plan on posting more and more and more and just writing away. Well - whenever I have the urge I will.

Tis the Season to be JOY

2007-12-24T08:14:00.000-08:00

Well folks, it has been quite a while and here I am posting a quick but nice little blog...

I dont' know what to write. Is that really ever the case with me?

I woke up this morning and I wrote for a while before work. I was up at like, oh, 5:30 and listening to music. The last thing I listened to before leaving the house was that "Low" song, I think that's what it's called. But most of the morning was filled with Gipsy Kings...

I say all that to say this:
I am a gypsy. Joy Jama: Queen OF the Gypsy's

Anyway, what else is there? I haven't the foggiest idea. This blog will live on, because nothing on the internet really dies. It's like getting a facebook account and then deleting it and then restablishing only to learn that everything including old messages, pictures and preferences are still there. Living, breathing, internet.

I'm random - without drugs. It's true. I bounce all over the place with my words and my thoughts. When I settle down it will be .. for good? I dunno again, I just dont' know.

I wish that the whole world revels in this Full Moon in Cancer on December 24th. The moon according to my igoogle is 100% of full. THAT IS A BEAUTIFUL THING! I love it. I love the full moon. Some people think it's bad, or scary but me... FULL MOON me up.

It's quite enough nonsense for now. I'm not going to go back and delete or rewrite because that's not the sort of writer I am. I'm going to publish and set it in binary stone.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

In Light of Recent Adventures

2007-05-03T14:26:00.000-07:00

This is how it feels to be completely unedited.

But always with spell checking.

Recent Adventures. Well, the aliens have not gone away. They're still there. They take pictures with a cooler camera now and enjoy things a bit differently. They ask me to speak in jibberish code.

Recent Adventures. Again.

I took a class on Reiki. It was ... interesting. Read up on it in the skepdic and see what other people have to say about it. I say, it was cool. If I was on a truly gonzo escapade I would say that there was light beams shooting of people's hands and foreheads - for added affect. Maybe, to make you believe.

What else... I'm in a kind of la la limbo land. Let me find a picture of the Hanged Man for that.

I love these Dali tarot cards. They're my absolute favorite. Seeing this card means waiting. But ... the wait is over folks, this just in:

I dunno what. But the wait is over. I love culminations, final learnings and like, understanding. The tarot card at the top is the Star and it's pretty much a happy card, it means, there's hope yet! Hope for what I wonder.

Besides the Reiki class

...oh the other day! I saw this band CPM22 at Cinema in Boca... Cinema is a Brazilian "emo-core" band, as classified in Wikipedia. What did I think? Well, for starters my neck was hurting the next morning from all my head bangin around. And then the other thing is that I don't understand Portuguese. The one song I kind of understood was the "Libertad" one. CPM 22 was way cool though. Then, right after was Daft Punk at Voodoo Lounge. At least I think it was Daft Punk. Sorry to all the huge Daft Punk fans. Oh and how's this for even cooler, they wore alien masks while doing their thing on stage. It is not very easy to try to jump around in heels. Next time I'm going to wear flip flops.

In other words, it's been fun.

OH! The drummer of CPM22 is soooo dreamy. I just had to say that.

McSweeney's takes submissions of letters to people who probably will never read them. Oh, maybe I should share my Johnny Depp letters?

In world news, lots of serious stuff is happening. *makes a serious face*

Today is a day that I said to myself, dude, you've got to start using your blog more often. What's done is done and all that. I picked up Virginia Woolf letters today at the library. She wrote thousands of letters in her lifetime which people kept because they loved her letters so much.

Oh dear, it's just me rambling again.
I should have a picture to put in here... so I'll add one. This guy said it took him three hours to put on his make up. I think.

Je Ne Veux Pas Travailler

2007-02-07T21:58:00.000-08:00

This is a song that I like... by Pink Martini

Here I am in the middle of moving. In a few short days I will be on my way to SUNNY SEATTLE!!! I'm excited about it.

Tonight however I have been thinking about - writing and what the point of things is at times... I'm kind of stumped. I guess there's so much more important things to talk about than nothing at all. It's not frustrating.

It's just that ...

pause my emo moment so that Eliot can show me this thing about Andre 3000's cartoon. And the turn table next to me just said something ... "scratch nerd"...

http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/games/classof3000/funkbox/

Yeah, so my emo moments of the night will have to wait. Eliot has shown me the light and it is.. "Class of3000" on Cartoon Network. I'm going to make a song now. And you should too.

Until next time... *small wave*
Oh , wait, I wanted to say about my drawing pictures: I was not bored. I was dead serious. Hmph!

Merolly's Nails... (Merolly.. wit two L's!)

2007-02-02T00:28:00.000-08:00

=) My friend Merolly and her cousin came over for a while tonight... we hung out. You know, talked about aliens and stuff. Merolly's nails are so hwat that only an alien could have done them. She assures me it's a lady in Homestead and that it's not an alien but I say, whatever. Check out Merolly... with two L's!, nails. =) And if anyone can find a song by Top 40 that is called "Merolly" please send it to me. Because we really want to hear it.

Homestead's A Happenin Place... (AKA tourist in my own neighborhood)

2007-02-01T22:52:00.000-08:00

We begin our journey, here... (lol) on the corner of Flagler and Krome avenue... in Homestead... they call this, "Historic Homestead District". It's a part of Homestead that I hardly get to visit - very important to note that the ONLY bookstore in ALL of Homestead is located in this area. Recently opened.

Since I mentioned it first, let's see some pictures of the new bookstore:
Spellbound Books and Gifts...
Inside they have =)

Here are some other pictures of the book store...

They sell jewelry and other gift items as well. And soon, they'll have some new fish in their cool salt water fish tank. It's great to not have to drive all the way to Kendall anymore and - if you bring your laptop - they've got internet!!! =)

So then, next on my adventure was Caribbean Touch, they sell comfortable, cute clothing, shoes, accessories - even incense (that smell GREAT btw).

Next door to Caribbean Touch is the Caribbean Chocolate Company - seriously, the best chocolate coconut thing I've ever had. And, one really neat thing about this store is how it looks... unfortunately today I didn't get to go inside because they were closed when I went by but... anyway, the inside of the store... it's so neat. Yeah, I said neat. They have these two lime green refrigerators that made me feel cooler just for being in their presence.

Further on down the road, you come to the Antique Mall.

In the front of the Antique Mall is Maia's Cafe... I wish I wrote the dog's name down... She was so camera ready. And I was told that she knows she's not actually allowed inside the store so she sits as close as possible without actually being in the store. Too cute.

Not only do they have coffee and smoothies but also food - Creole, yum!!! I tried the best ever frozen coffee drink. Thank you - Maia's Cafe! This thing was sooooooooooooooo beyond good. I wish I had more right now. I used to be against frozen coffee drinks but I think I changed my mind today.

There are several stores in the Antique Mall but I really got to only look around at two other stores. One was, 75 Rabbit Boutique - where everything is handmade - and way - um... retro. Very cool stuff. I bought Wonder Woman earrings... And I'm sitting here right now... coveting the "Alice in Wonderland" purse that I saw there.

And after that we have... BELLA CORA'S... I just love that there are signs all around this store that say "PRACTICE HAPPINESS"... I also LOVE Bella Cora's Natural Bath and Body stuff. Made from Goat's Milk. The one I bought was Rock-a-Bye, and I'm telling you... wow. I wanted to sleep right in my tub. Rock-a-bye is oatmeal goat's milk and honey, a soap free baby bath. WOW, I just... WOW. I've never tried anything like it before. Right now writing this, I had to go and open it and smell is just once more so that I could find more accurate words to describe my bathing experience. Very soothing... I've never used a product like it before. (I'm going to smell it again. )

That's all for now...

This has been adventures in Homestead with Joy. oh, oh wait.. and what else?

Another beautiful full moon.

Lookin out my window...

2007-01-31T15:59:00.000-08:00

And what did I see?

The moon, in the daytime. Quite full. Something about the moon and the sun being visible at the same time just makes me... so... I dunno what.

Well, actually like 98% full but I can work with that. Periodically I glance outside the window to see if it's still there; it's dark now so it's pretty clear... out there in our clear South Florida sky. =)

I really had nothing spectacular except for the pictures I took of the moon to share. I have boundless colada energy today. They should put that in a can and sell it. CoLaDa Energy (remember I said that), they, the people who make stuff. You know them.

Something frightened my cat today.

Was it me?

Couldn't be!

So it's cool...

2007-01-30T22:21:00.000-08:00

Whenever I do post it's usually a few things at a time. So what more can I say? Ahem, I can say a lot more.

Um, first thing, let me get the pictures out of the way because otherwise the chip in my brain is gonna start acting up and well, you know we don't want that. Oh and - I'm so happy to see that "Heroes" is online, since I don't actually watch tv anymore, I can catch the latest episode whenever I want - online. God blesses the information super highway. What a great name for something - information super highway. That's my favorite kind of highway. No tolls.

Anyway, the following picture series I been kinda holding out on and I don't know why b/c it's just taking up lots of space on the camera to keep them. These are about littering vs not littering. I prefer, not littering. Trash being left behind after a day at the beach is like... so wrong. For real, sure the majority of people clean up after themselves but the other day when I was at the beach - South Beach, closer to the movie theater and Lincoln Rd, way on like 16th street... there was SO MUCH LITTER! And no, I alone couldn't get it all up. The point is, what are people thinking - what, since they're maybe just visiting they don't have to clean up? That's such bullshit. Garbage! Seriously, there are wastebaskets everywhere - and the ocean, after enjoying it's beauty and peace and all - would it kill some people to just pick up after themselves?

Tangents, are fun but litter is bad. Okay?! I hope I got that message across. The ocean is for sand, seashells, starfish, crabs, fish, birds - NOT GARBAGE! Word up. *smile*

Now onto other things...

Is it some kind of irony that I'm listening to Nirvana and I'm about to move to Seattle? What happens in Seattle anyway? Rain? I don't mind a little rain here and there but I'm hearing it's not just a little here and there. Well, other than that... "smells like teen spirit". It's time to change the song and move along...

NO JOKE!!! It's like the Winamp knows me or something - or atleast knows what I'm typing - the next song was - Janis Joplin singing "I Can't Stand the Rain". HA, ha. ha.

And then after that was Nina Simone "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood". I don't want to really hear either. This week has been electronic and freestyle and cha cha cha charmin. Aaah, we finally settle into Gotan "Last Tango In Paris" - nice song. I think in categories this falls under 'lounge'. I'm not really loungin, I got boxes all around and cd's on the floor... Oh me, I'm finally getting rid of all the cd's. I am not going to take pictures of the mess on the floor although I am slightly tempted. I have this calendar from Peking House and the lady on the front, her smile and pose with scarf is so annoying. What's she got to be so happy about? And then I'm wondering if I should take my Alice in Wonderland light switch fixture with me. It's this cute scene of Alice talking to the caterpillar. And as everyone knows, I love Alice and Wonderland and all it's inhabitants. "caloo calay".

I have this small card with St Francis of Assisi's Prayer of Peace on it... I will type it here. Just in case you don't know it. It's very nice and well... great...

Prayer of Peace
St Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light,
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled
as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

What else is on the wall.. pictures of my sisters, a guest pass to Fairchild Tropical Gardens that I haven't had a chance to use yet, pictures of myself, and Ayatul Kuursi above my bed. I had this metal heart thing on the wall too but I stuck that in a box.

And the beat goes on. Now I'm listening to Skazi vs Psysex, the song where it keeps repeating, "don't even know what the hell it is...". I find this kind of music to be so great for writing, cleaning, getting ready, getting hyper... Tomorrow, I got a lotta lotta stuff to do.

I know, it's maybe hard to follow - I started talking about the things on the wall and then moved on to something completely different. I guess I could blame the music. I'm thinking if I have anything else to say. Well, the other day I read that if you use a lot of I in your writing, and you're writing only about yourself, you are writing only for yourself. The word sardonic comes to mind if this true. I'm going to look it up now to make sure I used it in the right context - for using words the wrong way is a fate worst than plague to me. Dictionary.com says: characterized by bitter or scornful derision; mocking; cynical; sneering

Well, I guess that would be how it made me feel to hear that about writing like that. Like it's mocking me - me alone - who writes all this I I I... ai ai ai. I. I was going to start the next sentence using I again. What's wrong with it? I don't know really if there is anything wrong with using a lot of I. Patti Smith says the night belongs to lovers and to life - that's all I'm sayin. Patti Smith also says something about a rock n roll n* word and I don't quite get why she says that.

Oh while I'm traveling to Seattle, I'll be carrying my violin - so I'll totally get to be a big fat poseur and act like it's something I do totally well. Um, I sound quite bad. Supposing though, that you have to suck at at least one thing. Let that be my one thing. And nothing else. Actually, no, not quite true... I burn everything I bake. So I try not to bake anything.

Like seriously, it's about time I stopped typing nonsense to the imaginary people in the imaginary world.

I don't want to listen to Jack Johnson tonight, another song is going to get switched. Ooh la la, Madonna - Human Nature... I dig this song. I always will. "Express yourself, don't repress yourself..."

How does one go from Francis of Assisi to Madonna?

Honestly, I don't pretend to know. I just do what I do.

From the Aliens. they asked me to capitalize that.

2007-01-30T22:11:00.000-08:00

I asked the Aliens, I says, hey - Aliens, whaddya think this is Picasa or Flickr or something? What's with all the pictures!? But they said to just do it. So I am. Okay? Okay.

They were insulted when I told them whoever drew these pictures drew like a five year old. They were like, and what the hell is wrong with drawing like a five year old? So, they might send more just because of that comment. Well, what can I say? Pictures from aliens.

Singing Bowls at Inner Wisdom

2007-01-30T21:03:00.000-08:00

It has been a while...

Soooo... here we must talk about Inner Wisdom Books, a wonderful soul friendly store in Deerfield Beach on US-1 right near Hillsboro Blvd - last weekend I was there and got to hang out with my good friends. Seriously, I love this store. It's such a welcoming environment to be in, and Dottie and Pete are the best people. Not only do they carry books but also angels, fairies, incense, candles, jewelry, just to name a quick few.

On Saturday Robyn Chiarelli was teaching a class using crystal singing bowls, a little light yoga, mudras and color meditation. Robyn is a patient and skilled teacher who relaxed everyone instantly with her guided meditation. Then, the singing bowls. Wow. Music sounds for healing is the best idea ever. I used the Healing Music Project cd's before - from "The Relaxation Company" and various other "brain wave meditation" things; I found them to be helpful as well. Especially when your mind goes a million miles a minute like mine does it's pretty helpful to have something that totally engages you so that you actually do focus. Anyway, I go off on tangents don't I?

For a quick history on singing bowls, just in case you don't know what they are - they are bowls that come from Tibet, Japan - um... ancient cultures, and well...

They're used for healing and meditation. In this particular class, we started from the base chakra and worked our way up, meditating on each corresponding color, doing the mudra and learning a yoga pose that worked with each chakra. After the class was over, I felt like I could fly and then I really did. No just kidding, I just wanted to know if you were paying attention... um......

Well, this was great seriously. I would like to actually learn more about the singing bowls because I feel some what like a tuning fork and I think those things work on me quite well.

I know that you're really interested in finding out more about singing bowls so here's wikipedia for you with some wicked cool information to further your singing bowl knowledge bank http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singing_bowl .

And if you would like to know about the bookstore, see their calendar and perhaps check out another class : www.innerwisdombooks.com.

Until next time, I'm off to listen to some more freestyle music... JOHNNY O N CYNTHIA... Dancing around the room in my fairy slippers... Aliens say hello. Hello.

Goodnight!

Alas - NIGHT is finally here

2007-01-14T22:09:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I really like the night time. Especially when it's not riddled with abductions and the like.

This weekend of watching movies culminated with a reading of Leopold von Sacher's "Venus in Furs" - since I watched the movie and all. I actually sat through the whole online version of it Project Gutenburg offers it - I couldn't move. Something about it... oh and the lines.

Like this one... You see no one, and no one sees you. It is boring enough to write idyls. I would have leisure here to supply a whole gallery of paintings, furnish a theater with new pieces for an entire season, a dozen virtuosos with concertos, trios, and duos, but—what am I saying—the upshot of it all is that I don't do much more than to stretch the canvas, smooth the bow, line the scores. For I am—no false modesty, Friend Severin; you can lie to others, but you don't quite succeed any longer in lying to yourself—I am nothing but a dilettante, a dilettante in painting, in poetry, in music, and several other of the so-called unprofitable arts, which, however, at present secure for their masters the income of a cabinet minister, or even that of a minor potentate. Above all else I am a dilettante in life.

And what a freakishly far out name is Severin? I love this name. Severin. I'm going to get a pet and call him Severin. Yes, not like Gregor though... not at all like Gregor.

I've already taken to calling my cat Sergio. His name was Baby before but one day I walked in my front door, took one look at him and then said: ah, you will be Sergio! Yes, I exclaimed it in fact. I might actually have been walking out the door at this time... can't be too sure these days. Isn't it the most assholish and uncalled for thing to just change someone's given name at your own will? Just walk up to someone you know and say, hey, I think that this name Joe or Bob really sucks, I'm going to call you from now on Jacques - or something like that. Try it, I doubt anyone will be too pleased at someone else taking this kind of liberty but you're very free to do it. And when you find someone that is willing to have you change their name, on a whim, well, then I think you may have found a gem of a person.

Not really, I'm rambling and being random and this is my custom.

All in all, night falls and things seem swell. This night, the aliens haven't sent me any pictures...I'm too tired to really look around for any. I got one more thing to do and then it's lights out over here. Because it is the best time for sleeping... at night. In the day, there is much else to be done. Like maybe going to Fairchild's Tropical garden and talking to butterflies. *looks around suspiciously*

No pictures? Nope. Not a one. Tomorrow for that. Dear Diary, I'm going to bed. Dear Diary.

Peek-a-boo!! I see you!!!!!

2007-01-13T09:38:00.000-08:00

I can't help it at all. This has been total movie weekend - as per the instructions of my alien friends. They said... girl - go on and get you some movies. I'm actually at my last movie today - um... this one is "Eyes With No Face" - it's a scary movie. So anyway...

I gotta get a bagel and then go and start this new movie. With some tea. Yum. Chamomile or mint, I can't be sure which.

I find it quite bothersome that I've suddenly started treating this blog as a diary or something. It's not. But it could be, couldn't it?

Dear Diary... today I was abducted by aliens.

Cripes!

Anyway, the next thing on the agenda is this then: the seahorse box - alien vessels. They are many more of them. Everywhere I go I see them parked. It's real inconspicuous and stuff. I'll add the picture here:

The aliens didn't take those pictures... I did, with the camera on my phone. There I was putting air in my tires and then what do I see - an alien space ship right next to me. It's locked, that must mean those aliens are around for a while. Maybe they even hide at the gas station I was at. Anyway, all I know is that - the sea horses mean something to them, and there's also a dolphin on the other side of the box. I think that some people maybe think that aliens communicate with dolphins... what say you Flipper?

Okay, that's enough of that. Dear Diary, I'm hungry. Dear Diary, please feed me. Dear Diary, bagel, toasted and not too much cream cheese. Thanks.

Anymore alien pictures to share? Fine... I'm afraid they'll beat me up if I don't add these that they sent me yesterday.

I believe some of these came directly from their planet. Notice the pinkish hue and the strange scary fat man in a santa hat pulling what looks to be a horse into a big huge box with wheels. Notice also the horse in the background. Uh huh.. yeah.
I think something in their atmosphere makes their air change colors or something. And then, they sent me these - I guess I might have gone away with them last night or something. Or something. Or something. Or something. You see what I mean about this over use of words? It's just... gets me all... mad n hot.

They sent me these of myself... I actually kinda like them a lot... find them fun and brightly colored and what not.

Hey girl, wasn't you gonna eat some bagels or something? "and venus in furs will be smiling.. oh when that moment arrives..."

Alien...

2007-01-11T09:11:00.000-08:00

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I hate it when I get sick of words... I hate over used words in writing but you know. . . I guess that whole thing about what you don't want coming to you because of putting focus on it... makes me over use words. There are so many pictures of so many random things... I hate it when the seven of cups shows up in my tarot cup reading and it's all steamy and shit. So what if I like being random? So what if I want to keep talking about aliens? So what so what so what? I don't know.

Anyway, I'm going to spend the day focusing on how much I totally love new words. Like new words for alien. hm.... wait wait wait, I got it.

Extranjero!!!! Oh yeah. how bout that?! y ahora vas a change the palabra alien for extranjero. khawooti. I probably spelled that wrong.

Do You Miss the Aliens???

2007-01-10T09:17:00.000-08:00

CHA CHA CHA - CHARMIN!

Okay fine... I just kind of started this alien business and then ran away from it... Well, basically the aliens did their thing, they do their thing when necessary and pretty much I just reap the affects of it. I still don't understand what was with the violence that one time - but it's ok. I have so many pictures to share and a great many new adventures.

Two people who are in charge of the alien kingdom: The one lady told me that her name was Megan but it could be just to make it easy for me to understand alien speak. After I met with Megan and the guy, whose name I must have forgotten - or maybe they blanked it out of my memory... anyway, after I met with them, they sent me these pictures of them in their alien way. It appears, they really like coffee and creative dreaming. Which I thought was really cool. Since my encounter with these two beings, I have been creative dreaming while I'm awake... crazy interesting stuff I tell ya.

Fun also. I want to say that this also... I want to go on and on about some random random random things. Like this for example http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPFmM4iO2m0... I have it going right now, I wanted to add that this is some freaky creepy s*it! I can't look at this thing going on with the screen because my eyes don't want to. Since my abduction...

you can start saying that now if you want to: since my abduction.. just start sentences like that. It's totally 2007.
Well, since my abduction I have been accustomed to speaking for each of my limbs as a separate entity each. So, my eyes don't want to look at that thing.

Moving on....

Um..........

What else is new? Please don't hate me if you listen to this video or watch it all the way to the end. It's just bizarre and that's okay. I'm at 13 minutes. Wowzers. I'm about done with this, don't wanna wait til minute 18... Yep, done at 15 minutes.

Do you have a flickr account? What the hell is this flickr business? Is it supposed to be all the rave? The rage? What's the word I'm looking for? Do you want to see more pictures?

Here's a tree:

And here's me:
THE END

*bow and curtsy*

I'm not... and you're not... then who is....

2007-01-08T22:11:00.000-08:00

Aliens

I know something about aliens... they are everywhere. If I go outside right now and walk around the neighborhood I'll see more and more and more aliens. Guaranteed.

Everyone is someone you don't know. Even the ones you think you know.

And if I wanted to sound more emo, I could. Trust me.

With that, I'll leave a photo and a wink and a nudge nudge. Watch me fly away.

"Salvador Dali, True Love"

2007-01-05T16:17:00.000-08:00

Read the article here: http://blogcritics.org/archives/2007/01/03/014305.php

Or here:

lol...

Aliens... nothing to say about them today. Actually, just wanted to share this little rant about Salvador Dali... my one true love.

How could I be so mistaken? I thought and mulled over what to write so much. It's my first article on Blogcritics Magazine, to be published around the start of the new year. At first, the idea was to write about something helpful to everyone... then I figured, what's the harm in indulging this fabulous new year? Let me speak of my one true love.

I love Salvador Dali, with all my heart and soul. I am currently reading The Secret Life of Salvador Dali and with every page, I fall more and more in love. This is Dali's autobiography wherein he allows the reader to see what a genius he is. Upon hearing that word, Dali instantly comes to mind.

Recently I was in Toronto visiting family and friends - annoying people with my strong desire to talk about my two favorite subjects, Dali and me. Actually, there are many facets to those subjects and like all things they kind of merge into one... There I go trailing off again.

Dali is my hero.

The first time I called the bookstore to see if they had the book the girl on the phone couldn't find it, the second time another person couldn't find it, the third time... I swear it was like a light shone on the book after I spent time checking each and every shelf in the Art section of the bookstore. I heard angelic voices singing and pretty fairy dust was swirling all around the book... it might have even moved a little, I think I saw the binding pop out.

Even the pages are the softest and silkiest pages on any book I have ever held. As a matter of fact, the back of the book has a message from Dover, the publisher, stating that these "pages are opaque, with minimal show-through; it will not discolor or become brittle with age. Pages are bound in signatures, in the method traditionally used for the best books, and will not drop out. ... The binding will not crack or split. This is a permanent book."

There is some controversy around whether or not any of these events that Dali talks about ever happened. If you've ever seen a Salvador Dali painting, an original, you wouldn't wonder for a second if these tales he writes about happened or not. Surrealism is all about being able to see things in the cracks in the ceilings, being able to see images in clouds - using your imagination to the fullest, walking the tightrope between reality and non reality, living fully inside your head.

I read the Salvador Dali tarot cards so, naturally knowing more about the creator of the deck helps to grow closer to the cards, which then makes me give super good readings.

I'm going on and on and on and ranting and raving... I really just wanted to introduce myself somewhat and to say also that Salvador Dali is my hero once again. Oh oh, wait, and I wanted to say, that as far as the writing, the actual writing of this book, he's funny. I have laughed while reading this book and it's made my jaw drop countless times.

Alien Want To Write

2007-01-02T21:13:00.000-08:00

My alien friends - I freely call them friends now... have directed me to write something today.

Forced reading and writing makes me so tense, and angry. Makes me feel like, meh, why bother? Why write? Why read??? Turn off the tv, and sit in this uncomfortable chair and write. Better yet, blame the chair and just slouch and surf the internet and watch Law and Order SVU.

There were three things I wanted to write about today and right now, I’m not writing about any of them. Here, is the fourth element.

Aliens? What aliens? Where are aliens? Did you read that article about the UFO sighting at Chicago O’hare. Nice airport. No wonder the aliens would go there. “Home Alone” was filmed there. I’ve flown through there a lot. Never actually left the airport. Unlike when I go to visit the aliens – this has been happening regularly now. Visits, taking me away. I’ve been sleepy today, must be the amount of things on my to do list. Makes me feel lethargic a little bit.
Law and Order SVU, is a little bit creepy… but there was a mention of a fedora… I like fedoras. I feel pretty cool when I wear a fedora. Like… um… like I should also wear a feather in my fedora and walk with a frilly umbrella and a pencil skirt. Ooh, and some gloves.

Okay back to the aliens… that’s what this is about. They gifted me with something. A scarf. It’s a really nice one. I think I might have married an alien or something while I was away… fuzzy memories and all… the scarf, looks suspiciously like the kind of scarf Somali women get in a wedding ceremony. Um… to explain more it’s called a “shaash saar” (the putting on of the shash) and the woman receives it to kind of symbolize that she’s married. Maybe it’s not the same kind of scarf for the others.

Also, they've made my pictures make me look like my head just floats while on their planet. Where is the rest of my body? That remains a mystery. I don't even know how I'm typing this right now.

I bet you’re wondering what one of these alien’s look like. Should I be smug and repugnant (because smugness is usually repugnant) and tell you to look in the mirror?

No.

Alien Postage

2006-12-30T14:09:00.000-08:00

Don't take it from me, aliens have a way of upsetting the natural order of things so that what you thought was safe and secure is really a mine field waiting to explode. In the winter time, things freeze over and die - in the spring time they are reborn, in the summer they burn to death and I guess in the fall they're just like, chilling.

I learned about how the aliens like trailer parks and birds some more, and and and, I got to leave earth, I floated in outer space for a while. I'm so glad for all the support on the end of alien violence, since I asked for help, things have been so much better between the aliens and myself. They take my advice and everything and they usually have great advice to give also.

The other day when I woke up from my deep coma after the fight... I woke up to a lovely surprise... a rose for me to eat. Well, there was a note attached and it was written in some language that I didn't really understand before but now I do understand. It said simply that if I ate the rose, happily and delighted, I would grow wings and fly to outer space and possibly meet more aliens and learn more about the alien life. I guess it kinda felt like being on one of those reality shows... OOOOOH! TYRA MAIL!!!!! Except it's alien mail.
So they're still doing that thing where they take pictures of me... they did this one and wrote me a note saying that I have a ridiculously large forehead. Whatever. Anyway, I ate the rose...
And flew... and saw birds... and alien kids and the alien day care.

In outer space, you get this remote that lets you control the temperature in your personal bubble. You actually get to see your bubble and it stays pretty clean most of the time but when you feel things they show on your bubble... confusion etc...

I dunno, it feels like ever since I started going to outer space more regularly you never really know what you'll see. Last year this time, I was writing things in my blog about ... what was wrong.

Now here I am flying, floating, gloating, I don't know which really. I would still write if you cut off my fingers - the aliens assure me that no one will ever cut off my fingers. They told me to listen to as much Don Omar and La India as I wanted and to play it really loud with my window open... they told me to be nice to ducks... they also told me to make sure I write on blogcritic.com at least one article a week about something. About something? Well what the hell is there to talk about?

I say, there's plenty to talk about... besides book fairs and book worms and things like that. There is scary stuff out there that goes on every day but we won't let that into outer space personal bubbles will we? We can go there and then come back for practical applications with all the edge taken off.

At the end of the day, they inserted a thing into my head... said it was my third eye chakra or something like that... something to do with the number six, I dunno - clairvoyance something or other. They inserted it and said that I was a psychic wonder suddenly, it came with eating the rose also. They said that I wouldn't be able to pick up on everything but somethings I would have total clarity on. They told me it was okay to be self obsessed and to chronical every bit of the new birth. Oh they said it didn't technically have anything to do with the New Year since it happened days before it. I predicted, and accurately so, that New Year 07 was a year to totally let go and trust. I predict that it's a year to be more reflective and not be sooooooo outrageously in anyone's face but to be in your own face, in your own space and in your own bubble, cleaning and feng shui-ing it out.

I predict that the word microcosm is going to be used a lot... and I also predict great things for the future of InstantJoy - and accurately so. I love uniting with aliens. Aren't we all, just aliens - in this outer space world. Let's all listen to the Rapture and dance around our rooms like evil hooligans. Shall we?

More later probably...

Oh but wait, I wanted to also really quick talk about the whole thing on 20/20 about there being no more privacy. What is it with privacy anyway that makes me sick to my... oh wait, there is no privacy, aliens watch me from the vents and send me pictures of myself... if you didn't see that episode of 20/20, there was great big talk on it about blogging, and flogging - no not flogging, I just wanted to rhyme that out... There was great big talk on there about there being so much stuff about people's personal lives on the internet. One guy sent a video of himself to get a job and then it ended up on the internet and he said something about how he thinks his dream of getting on wall street is now dashed because of that whole thing... He embarrassed himself he feels now... Is it a way to instill more fear I wonder? In the general public, to put messages out there about how you're being watched and what not.

Aliens watch through vents.

A Sleepy Day for Aliens

2006-12-19T13:16:00.000-08:00

Today, they made me really tired. I think last night I went away with them again... something was going on with my Aveda hair products... something, something, my mind frequency, I'm not too sure what's really going on.

Eventually I got hungry and I just had to go. I don't really know today. Here's just some pictures. Can't quite call this Alien Installment III - I don't even like Roman numerals.

Well, well, well then...

That's really all for now...

Tomorrow, I'll explain more.

Gasps and sighs abound...

2006-12-18T15:38:00.000-08:00

Alien Invasion
Installment II
Before I even got to really talk about the Aliens in detail...they took me up for what seemed to be an endless whirlwind trip... I mean it. - Whirlwind. Like, they spun me around a lot and stuff. Not nice. Afterwards, I felt vomitous and I had a massive headache.

Then, as you can see from the pictures it looks like i rubbed my make up on my face to make myself look crazy but they actually got really violent and beat me up. I really want to say, for both aliens and humans alike - violence is never a good solution. Not at all.

It's just mind boggling. I'm not sure what I did to deserve the beat down...

They also make various parts of my head tingly randomly throughout the day. And and and, I have some powers. It isn't because I'm a "product of the 80s" and I grew up on X-Men and the like, it isn't because of this new show heroes... I have a secret power. It's really super duper. And yes, it will remain a secret. If I told you, and then you saw me on the street wearing my super duper hero outfit, you wouldn't know any better than to say, OH HEY, that's JOY. Joy Jama. Yeah, you're not foolin me - not telling the secret.

So... it seems the aliens have something to do show me wearing a kimono - oh, that's the ninja thing. It's still a big mystery to me. What I don't understand is why they fix up my hair and then mess it up. To be quite honest, I'm still learning more about the power myself...

Yes, yes, yes, I know - the story seems spastic. Don't you think I know that!? Sheesh.

I am spastic. What do you expect???! I've been taken up, down and all around. I'm just shaking my head right now, thinking about what has happened and how it's just so impossible to fully explain.

One of the first things I remember from the most recent abduction are the sunflowers and water all around - and then there's the jungle we went through. I don't understand why they take these pictures and then send them to me, or how they got my email address. Probably from the chip they inserted on my person. It's really frustrating you know... being abducted, and not having all the answers at once. And they know - THEY KNOW, they send me these emails taunting me. I'm like that guy who wakes up at the party with stuff written on him and he's totally unawares.

I've been in the jungle, I've been in the ocean, I've been surrounded by birds... and I think that's only a few of the places. They're always watching... it's really creepy. I think they set up surveillance in my vents. I don't know.

Without further stalling - here are the exhibit a's b's c's and so on -for Alien Invasion Installment II. Deuce. That's two? Dos.

I can't complain too much, I like sunflowers and I like seeing stars and I like flying... so... it's not all bad.

Fairchild's Tropical Gadens/ Dale Chihuly Exhibit

2006-12-18T04:42:00.000-08:00

Fairchild Tropical Gardens… Dale Chihuly exhibit

“I want my work to look like it just happened, as if it were made by nature.”-Dale Chihuly http://www.chihuly.com/

Fairchild Tropical Gardens is the most magical place in the city. Quiet, lush, tropical and magnificent garden… http://www.fairchildgarden.org/

I had to hug the Rainbow Eucalyptus tree. Actually, through the whole tour I kept thinking about this tree – I never knew such a thing existed. This one comes from Malaysia I think and my semi crappy camera did it no justice – the thing is friggin huge!
http://www.tradewindsfruit.com/rainbow_eucalyptus.htm

(these pictures are from the garden... I took them...)And as the bark peels the colors change – I swear it looked like a Willy Wonka garden sans candy. I like saying ‘sans’ these days.

I sat for a while beside Chihuly’s orbs – with purple and white flowers blooming on lily pads strong enough to hold a small child.

The tour guide really knew his stuff. I would imagine that it helps having to say the same spiel a bunch of times in the day, but you could also tell how much he loved his work. I loves seeing that. He drove around so many times with different groups, I was at the garden for like five hours… I want to live there. If possible, I’d like to split my time between the book store and this garden.

There were families, senior citizen groups – and golf carts everywhere with helpful museum workers who would drive you around if you asked them. I ate a delicious Mediterranean sandwich next to the rainbow tree – it had artichokes and olives, and cheese, yum!

And the butterflies!!!

I saw three kinds out this day, monarch, queen and zebra. It was windy so they really weren’t that many but I shot as many pictures as I could. I LOVE BUTTERFLY GARDENS! Marian, my friend who works at Fairchild’s and is like a plant doctor or something like that, has zebra butterflies at her house and a really really awesome garden. My favorite is the zebra butterfly.

Among Chihuly’s stuff was also art by other artists…

And there was one exhibit with plants in a crib and strollers… endangered species.

Maybe I'll post the rest of the pictures another time, I took over 100 pictures that day. Everything was just soooooooooo beautiful to me. Um... well, I guess there are some other things to say. So in the next blog I'll say them.

Aliens among us.... and ugly pictures galore

2006-12-13T20:19:00.000-08:00

The aliens have made me very comfortable with my nose.

Sorry for the delay in explanation but, when aliens invade, there is no explanation. Just roll with it.

Side note...

2006-12-13T19:31:00.000-08:00

As the days, weeks, etc.. go on, I'll be getting a more comfortable feel of this whole blogging thing... since er... ah, the first go at it. Hey, so... I have tons more to say about the book fair... and then there's Chihuly yet to come. I love saying that, Chihuly. Dale Chihuly... Rainbow Eucalyptus...

And ofcourse, as I mentioned in my other post that just kind of pops out at you and attacks you with strange unnecessary-ness... the alien abduction.

Another thing is that I think the aliens might have gone in and deleted a previous post I made with several books listed with pictures and stuff. Well, it was three but I don't see it here and I find that disturbing... I don't remember deleting it. Ah well... I probably was meant to rewrite that one about the ADHD book. I even met a lady who wrote a book on Incest... ah hell, I can't resist here is her picture...

She's an Author House author. Author House is a 'self publishing' company that I have considered very much working with... At the fair, I learned that there is not just one or two ways to self publish but that there are actually even more choices... The lady who wrote this book: Incest to Where? mentioned that she wasn't very pleased with the quality of service. She also mentioned that other authors may have a better time with them.

Her book, is... duh, about incest, personal experience... She let me take a picture of her and her huge poster board. I think that the poster board was right on because it got the job done.

You can learn more about "Incest to Where?"
by Ruth Toby on her website :
www.incesttowhere.com

Book from Book Fair..

2006-12-13T19:25:00.000-08:00

"They Say I Have ADHD, I Say Life Sucks!"

Lisa-Anne Ray Byers book is told from the point of view of Nicholas a boy with ADHD. She was kind enough to give me a copy of her book... :) Thanks!

I really liked it... uh... No, seriously, this is a book that can help parents understand what may be going on in the head of a child who is dealing with ADHD or ... 'thinking differently' - that's what I think it is.

For more information visit www.asklisaanne.com

Aliens Among Us.

2006-12-12T17:39:00.000-08:00

Hi....

Uh... well, I just wanted to say that this site is currently under a whole lotta construction...

That's all. Stay tuned for alien adventures, garden adventures, concert adventures, um... duck fight adventures, mismatched socks and other debacles. TOo many to name right now.

Alien Abduction ... Installment I.... um...

Well first, it came from over there... behind me, in the lake I think.. I dont know. OR it brought me back out from the lake. I just used to go over to this lake area everyday after work before and sit quietly for a while and then I felt like I was almost being drawn to it... I don't know if it was the sea horses on the box that I sat on but it was something... anyway, ever since I was abducted... I dont know... That's been happening a lot also. Blanking out and stuff. Well, more tomorrow or something. I have to go sit by the lake.

Miami Book Fair

2006-12-08T19:31:00.000-08:00

So there is actually a bit more I can say about the fair....

There were so many "New Age" type booths at the fair. I wasn't that surprised to see religions that were represented but I was really blown away by the Urantia, Rosicrucian, um... and some stuff I'd never heard of... like, wtf Logosophy!? Oh my gosh, and there was this one guy, bless his heart, telling everyone that George Bush and the freemasons are going to take over the world. He had this document he kept showing to people.

Okay, so I'll have to add more about the rest of the people I talked to. There is more to say after all on most things.

....

Actually, the next time I post a blog I'll have to remember that it will publish them backwards... argh at that I'm so not in the mood to correct all of this as painstaking as it was... please read backwards.... <3 Joy

extras from book fair

2006-12-08T19:16:00.000-08:00

So... I saw "the three musketeers" and they said that if I found D'Artagnan they would let me become the 'fourth musketeer'. And they said it in the cheesy accent and everything. Niiiice... there were all kinds of costumed people.

This is the International part of the fair... each tent had something about a country... like in the last one there is the Dominican Republic tent where there was a band...

I could also mention now that the Book Fair was downtown - by Miami Dade campus, near Bayfront Part etc.... Miami Arena, American Airlines Arena....

The main attraction for me were of course the books. It was nice for kids there also though because there were not only children's authors but also shows and face painting, you know - fair stuff. There are a lot of authors to mention, a lot of books to mention... um... hm... but this is what I took pictures of so we'll leave it at that, for now.

Bookfair... Mcsweeney's stand... really cool book...

2006-12-08T19:11:00.000-08:00

This is McSweeney's, out of San Fransisco. They're a publishing company/book store.. and other things too... the representative from McSweeney's said that they're "super open to new authors." I believe that's a quote... I really really liked this cool cigar box full of little notes and things - very awesome.

Actually, here is the best 'about' info on McSweeney's right from their website: http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/about.home/about_us.cfm
And here is a link to where you can find this : McSweeney's #19...
http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/192E25F1-9EC3-4844-AA4D-FE89B73904D7/McSweeneysIssue19.cfm

Miami Book Fair 2006

2006-12-08T18:30:00.000-08:00

Okay so here I was at the Miami Book Fair, a warm November day... actually this was the last day of the fair. I've had all these pictures on my blog just waiting for my comments and so on... well, I haven't much time these days with everything else going on but I'll do my best to write as many details for anyone that wants to know everything about the Miami Book Fair.

This VIP Hospitality Suite is for members/sponsors. The security guard almost didn't let me inside, he was so serious... I should have taken his picture. Anyway, I took a peek inside the tent and there wasn't much going on. Just a bunch of stuffy people eating cheese and watching tv...

So, when I got to the fair, I thought it was going to be an in and out deal. I didn't have any idea there were so many booths. I felt it was imperative that I stop at every tent and find out what they had going on. There weren't just authors and booksellers and publishers but also religious groups, things for kids, cultural events... they even had an international food court. As you can see, lots of people came out. Many authors were most kind and they gave me free books. So I ended up going home with two bags full of books. I promise to read them all.

Unfortunately I was so enthralled (yes, I said enthralled) with all the booths about books that I didn't get to stop and munch on anything. I do love food... Next year though.

Oh yes, some important information: the Book Fair is from Nov 12 -19, the fair part was held on the weekends. During the week day there were things like book readings, author workshops... I made it to many of the events but not all. I only took pictures at the fair. Most of these pictures are on the last day of the fair.

Okay so... the Write Out Loud Cafe is, I believe something that happens throughout the year and is actually held on South Beach, on Lincoln Road... I'm so not sure if that's true or I'm making it up so I'll have to check on that... anyway, these guys were featured on Sunday, the last day... and they were singing about 'lumberjacks'... I think they were serious. I also think they're all kinda sexy. Especially the one with the bass and the red shirt and overalls... whoo!! I love me some strings!!!

Man oh man oh man...

2006-11-19T16:43:00.000-08:00

Well, hm... I can't believe - in all the world, that I would, could or ever have - written those things anywhere. Let alone out there in the world on a blog. I just deleted all that stuff - that was there before... thinking, hm.. wow, what was the point of all that? ew. Delete, delete, delete. Sheesh.

Anyway...

I have some other things to put here that are much much much much happier, nicer, better, and actually about something. Eh? Aboot.

Yeah.

Bye.

<3 :)

2005-01-16T16:17:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach