Misutura's Eyeful

Sailing through emotions
Taking rest stops at lingering thoughts
Of momentary sanity

Expressions of life
Through these eyes
Through my lens

It’s been a while, if not a first, since I’ve made a post about my adorable kitties just because. I haven’t taken any new photos of them, but they’re still pretty recent.

I moved recently and the thought of giving them up because of possible restrictions set by the landlord made me tear up a lil. I’ve had T’pain, McFluff and Bear since birth! Dixie, my lil sis’ cat, was adopted and is the same age as T’pain so we’ve had him for going on two years. How could I possibly toss them away like rubbish?

But luckily for us, the apartment we’ve leased has a great big back yard that’s gated and the landlord has been lax with us.

Fuckin’ yay!

I’ll probably always have their fur intertwined in my locs, on my clothes and most definitely coating my heart lol They’re always on my mind and I couldn’t try to forget them if I was made to.

I lub the good gracious outta them.

“Curly Locs”

I have always had this nickname that would roll itself out of my mom’s mouth occasionally that I didn’t think applied to me at all..

Until I grew them.

First thing to be set up in the new place. The incense garden.

First thing to be set up in the new place. The incense garden.

I’m ready to receive.

Let’s examine this:

Miss is a word for a woman that has not been married.

Mrs. is an abbreviation of the word Mistress, used as a title for a woman that is married or widowed.

Ms. is a title used for a woman whose marital status is unknown or irrelevant (as in business).

The letters Ms. are not an abbreviation of a word, they are an amalgamation drawn from the letters of Miss and Mrs.

On the other hand, a man is just a mister (Mr.)

You see men don’t have to determine their sexual availability like women.

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Laila Alsabahi

(It pisses me off endlessly when this is a required box I have to check when filling out things like job applications.)

(Source: faineemae, via freereeves)

My cats…are animals. Animals are driven by natural instinct. Carnivores eat other animals. Large cats are carnivores. My cats have evolved from them and are now domesticated housecats. I know this. We all know this.

 But I couldn’t help but to intervene when McFluff trapped this helpless little guy in a corner of the front room. Could you imagine being this frail guy, scarred to death, skeleton almost jumping out of your skin at the sught of this ferocious beast analyzing your every move and swatting you in a curious “playful” way?

Having put myself in this rodent’s very small feet, I scooped him up in my wicker wastebasket and set him outside to freedom and to prolong his undetermined time on this graceful rock.

I probably shoudln’t have intervened the way I did, since Nature is cruel and unprejudiced in her actions, but I can control what happens in my house. I would not have been able to sit by and witness that poor thing being torn apart or being “played with”.

So as I wait for him to exit, I could tell the critter was still petrified stiff. I decided to leave him be, retrieve a quarter of a block of cheese from the refrigerator and set it at a distance to lure him out.

An hour or so passes. I came back to find both the critter and cheese gone. I feel better knowing he has another chance at life and is enjoying Marble Jack on his later travels.

 I’m pretty sure everyone who has walked though a grassy patch of the city or a wooded section of wherever have encountered that unpleasant experience of cheerfully walking and out of no where, a flying mass of insects collide with their face.

Now even though that is unpleasant, have you ever thought about what it is they’re doing?

Dancing in pairs and changing a partner with the change of direction of the wind?

Attending one of the many improptu Spring soirees?

Just being gleefully upbeat to see another gnat from around the way?

 Whatever it is they’re doing, I’m sure they don’t aim to fly into our faces. I would say that we should be more conscious of our surroundings and the other species flittering about.

Jenni Loves: Vegetarianism

jenniloves:

I’ve been vegetarian now for 7 days and I’ve never felt better. Being vegetarian is something I’ve always wanted to do, I’ve just never had the will to do it. Living in the forest really taught me a lot about what I’m consuming.. especially meat. Having chickens there really made me grow an…

So moving. I think about thus every tine I have a craving for meat. I would go days without consuming meat but buy day 4, the urge is so strong. I love my cats but reasoning with my love for them and animals I have no connection with, on a physical scale, doesn’t get through to me. Even watching videos doesn’t move me to quit. But this, my conscience, and my overall rethinking of how everything leaves an imprint has me reconsidering all of my future choices. *this is love Jenni.
Puertorriqueno Festival, Chicago 2011 The Festival occurred near or after my birthday in June. My then boyfriend, G, gave me a couple of the sweetest gifts I have ever received from someone outside of family. The hat was purchased at an art fair we stopped by earlier in the day. I still wear it in its not to great shaped condition when I’m feeling spunky. The second gift, which he presented first, was the small bottle of bubbles. The best present ever! Sharing joy of the always familiar, whimsical feeling of tryng to catch a bubble as it passes just past your grasp was the best gift anyone could have gotten me. To understand that the little things is what gives me the best joy is to realize just how much of a good friend I have in you.

Puertorriqueno Festival, Chicago 2011

The Festival occurred near or after my birthday in June. My then boyfriend, G, gave me a couple of the sweetest gifts I have ever received from someone outside of family. The hat was purchased at an art fair we stopped by earlier in the day. I still wear it in its not to great shaped condition when I’m feeling spunky.

The second gift, which he presented first, was the small bottle of bubbles. The best present ever! Sharing joy of the always familiar, whimsical feeling of tryng to catch a bubble as it passes just past your grasp was the best gift anyone could have gotten me.

To understand that the little things is what gives me the best joy is to realize just how much of a good friend I have in you.

Puertorriqueno Festival, Chicago 2011

Puertorriqueno Festival, Chicago 2011

Not this or that..

I don’t like labeling myself as an artist or photographer. Whenever people asked what it is I do, I could never utter those words with confidence or excitement because I don’t believe myself to be those professions.

I like to sketch, make drawings of a people closely resembling myself and my mom. Painting free hand sculptures or things, such as a tree or a rooster and creating a background from my imagination makes me happy.

I love capturing moments, freezing the intensity of emotions within a short period of time. Telling a story without words or colors is what I live for.

My passion lies in what I create through imagination and perspective, but it still doesn’t feel right to name myself after a profession.

It is when I don’t think about why I do something to fit a label that I perform at my best.

I am merely Biance.

Jajaja

I’m mad that I put up the top portion of my hair into a ponytail with a rubber band and as read my friend’s text smiling, it popped.

As if to say, “We shall not be tamed madame!” …

Sprawling across my face & forehead like Medusa’s beautifully inquisitive venomous snakes.

I love my hair.

A dreary Sunday morning. Opens to let the cats out, take a breather, and  frolic in the unmanicured lawns of mine and my neighbors. A few steps out of the door and down the cement stairs is our growing tree of couple years, accompanied by the feisty Eurasian House Sparrows I am so fond of. They are are my subjects for the moment.