tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319915142011-12-14T18:51:54.249-08:00Wonderland and Oz updated. Not so random musings on peace, politics, nature, music, art, philosophy, people and other paradoxes.isabella marinoreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-9335421853194028482007-04-22T23:56:00.000-07:002007-04-23T02:54:13.501-07:00

It has been a looong time since I have posted, but I am back, and with a new development:Yoga in Lotus LandNamaste!

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1162848646089999722006-11-06T12:41:00.000-08:002008-08-22T02:40:44.875-07:00

What I haven't really touched in this blog is some of my own musical path as a DJ and vocalist. I would particularly like to share one of my voice training experiences of a lifetime. In June 2004 I flew to NY for the first vocal workshop of its kind given by none other than vocal shaman, Bobby McFerrin. I learned more about improvisation and vocalization in those five days than in years combined

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1162803963652295392006-11-06T01:00:00.000-08:002008-08-22T02:19:52.398-07:00

I think I’ve caught a member of the wee faerie folk, and I’m not letting go until I get the secret directions to the promised land. So far I’ve discovered that the faerie grotto ain’t what it used to be and that jazz, industrial and funk can be transmuted into gold.I hang on tight, slip on my headphones, crank up the volume, and put on my visionary goggles. A few beats in I start to see... To the

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1162587762489254852006-11-03T12:55:00.000-08:002006-11-05T10:03:21.340-08:00

This video was stollen from secret slug files and reveals them cavorting in their natural environment. This includes never before seen footage of ways that they use their antennae, previously unknown to science.If you don't get the video, click on this link.

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1161944737463973782006-10-27T02:36:00.000-07:002008-08-22T02:55:28.685-07:00

I've been putting off writing this review. I have to admit it's because I really don't feel like writing it any more. The only reason I'm dragging my fingers to the keyboard is because I said I would. And, being a lass of my word, here I am.Why? Is it because the concert stank and I don't know how to tactfully place my words so as to not offend? Is it because it was just lame and I don't want to

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1160780864313122472006-10-13T15:23:00.000-07:002006-10-29T07:54:51.060-08:00

This is Part II in the Banana Slug chronicles, after Part I. Reason Number 1 Hedgehogs are so yesterday. For those who are hard to buy gifts for, presenting banana slug designer chocolate!! Mmmmmm... Bet you just can't stop at one...Reason Number 2 Banana slug felt stuffies! Yes, this is real, and part of the latest underground felt stuffy craze. Click on the image to go the Fishcakes Store

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1160228897610780782006-10-07T05:39:00.000-07:002006-10-07T08:28:35.846-07:00

Doug is a serious genius scientist, but we wouldn't know it to look at him on stage, where his and our underbellies are exposed with relish. Welcome to the theatrical production, SPANK!, a futuristic world of entheogen eye drops and dangerous laughter, where the key to enlightenment is hidden in our junk DNA, picking one's nose provides access to system control, and "thought is a measurable value

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1158858531221486222006-09-21T09:40:00.000-07:002006-09-21T10:18:08.753-07:00

I have come to realize that my blog breaks two fundamental blogging rules:Rule 1: Keep it pithyI do not. Well sometimes, like today, I do.Rule 2: Write about a narrow topicHmm. I do. My perpective on whatever eclectic thing grabs me.Oh well, rules were made to be....well, you know;unless you're up to some sort of naughtiness!(and we wouldn't do that now would we after all that education onpeace

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1158841415013045872006-09-21T04:29:00.000-07:002006-09-21T10:46:01.303-07:00

...continued from previous post...For this September 21, International Peace Day...and of course, the fall equinox,if you are too busy to read this blog, then you may just want to get out your wine and fine Swiss cheese and clickhere.Then click on the song "Liquid Surfaces", from the hip-hop (yes hip hop for peace, straight, they represent)/electro group, Reverse Engineering. Unlike anything

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1158827017647345562006-09-21T01:18:00.000-07:002008-08-22T03:07:29.808-07:00

Get your good headphones. Click here.When you reach Michal David Little's page, click on "Instrumental".Enjoy.

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1158650229563480502006-09-18T21:51:00.000-07:002006-09-19T14:53:04.910-07:00

"Every move we make in fear of the next war in fact hastens it."-Gregory Bateson Considering my previous Kafkaesque ranting on this blog, and the above Bateson quote, I have decided to focus on some of the more positive work being done, that we can all join into, on fostering peace in the world. With International Peace Day on September 21--only two days away--there could be no better time.The

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1158405437633328792006-09-16T03:58:00.000-07:002006-09-19T15:49:50.926-07:00

Author: Richard Louv From the preface: “THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years. The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1156327830243429662006-08-23T02:32:00.000-07:002008-08-22T23:18:47.411-07:00

Reasons #1 and #2:I’m sitting in Seb’s Market Café, a laid-back-kind-of-groovy oasis I’ve just stumbled into from the outside grit and tired neighbourhood strip-mall feel of Broadway and Fraser. I’m here to check out the Grand Trine Trio, a relative newcomer to the Vancouver jazz scene, though they’ve played together for roughly two and a half years and showcase at Seb’s at least once a month. I

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1156279501522085132006-08-22T13:32:00.000-07:002006-10-13T13:57:56.490-07:00

This is for those who are not converted. To those who are, you know these reasons, and more.I've had a few debates lately with friends who are not convinced of the art and utility of the blog. I agree that reading large amounts of text on a desktop computer with a glary screen is substandard, but on a nimble laptop, pda, pocket PC or other notepad device, I think it is the way of the future of

isabella marinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31991514.post-1154422430150107702006-08-01T01:32:00.000-07:002008-08-22T03:18:27.766-07:00

I am honoured to start my blog with this, my ode to the...Banana slug? "Eeew gross!", may be your first reaction, but try to suspend the space before conclusions...There are a few reasons why banana slugs have been on my mind and why I'm sharing my blog space with them. Perhaps my friend Minda's long standing affection for them has finally steeped into my consciousness. Or it may be due to

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