Journal (Rambly Musings)

Friday, October 23, 2009

testtest again
posted by Jill 1:27 a.m.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

I'm thinking of starting up this blog again.

Test test.
posted by Jill 10:23 p.m.

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

New Blogger?

I'm testing out a new journal / blogger thing. If all goes well I'm switching over. You can see it here.
posted by Jill 8:02 p.m.

CoffeeHouse

I now have a site on CoffeeHouse. My poetry page will slowly but surely move over to that and become obsolete as you know it. As will my mailing list.

Jill Binder on Toronto CoffeeHouse

posted by Jill 1:28 a.m.

Monday, December 15, 2003

Wisdom

I just came back from the last Wisdom weekend.

Wow.

I have some great directions to go in life, and a new-found high level of confidence, boldness, and integrity. All of this is possible with all the growing and developing I have done this year, especially in the last couple of months. People really notice the difference, and so do I.

I'm really looking forward to what lies ahead...

posted by Jill 7:26 p.m.

Things!

1. "Have you signed up for Karin's Light Bulb Challenge yet? Go to http://mclearn.ca/karin/lightbulb.htm to find out more!"

2.

HELP SAVE
the (sugar refinery)

posted by Jill 2:16 p.m.

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

Could be overheard today...

"He doesn't check his email very often. This relationship will never work out!"

posted by Jill 2:45 p.m.

What kind of postmodernist are you!?


You are a Tortured Conceptual Artist. Your fellow
postmodernists call you an anachronism, but
you've never cared much about the opinions of
others. After all, most of them are far too
simple-minded to appreciate the nuances of your
work. They talk, while you are part of a lived
tradition.


What kind of postmodernist are you!?
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posted by Jill 1:48 a.m.

Saturday, December 06, 2003

Great Quote from a Poem I Heard Tonight

"We would have cured AIDS already if we could do it through violence."
- Kevin Fortnum

posted by Jill 1:16 a.m.

Friday, December 05, 2003

"Good Times, Good Times"

Me
My adorable date
A sea of goths
A friend's Industrial metal band on stage
And we're the only ones dancing
Dancing our asses off

Life is good

posted by Jill 2:40 a.m.

Thursday, December 04, 2003

Good To Know!

"According to a letter from 'a scientist knowledgeable in the field of genetically modified organisms (GMOs)' in the October 2003 issue of Gourmet magazine: "A useful tip to the consumer [would be] a primer on how to read the little stickers on loose fruits and vegetables. Besides providing the store's cash registers and computers with product identification and price information, these stickers can tell you a lot about the food you are buying. A label with four digits indicates conventionally grown food. Labels with five digits starting with an 8 indicate that the food is genetically modified. Labels with 5 digits starting with a 9 indicate that the food is organically grown."


Handy-dandy reference chart (for myself and anyone else who hates to wade through paragraph info):

XXXX   = conventionally grown
8XXXX = genetically modified
9XXXX = organically grown

Huzzah!


posted by Jill 12:51 p.m.

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

There's A Party In My Body...

I have had a theory for a while that I'm an "old soul" and that's why I'm wise beyond my years and am able to see things many people don't and at a different level.

This came up when I was getting coaching from my Branding Coach, who is helping me figure out what is unique and special about me for coaching that I can package to the world. We were talking about something related when I mentioned this to her and she said,

"Yes, but it's like you've been double-dipped. Actually, it's like you have 3 souls in you--3 entirely disparate parts that work together. Maybe the 3 souls liked each other so much they decided to go into one body! And they're saying, 'We're breaking all the rules and we don't care!'"


Wow. There's a party in my body, and I wasn't even invited.

;D

posted by Jill 6:13 p.m.

Sunday, November 30, 2003

Lookit lookit lookit!

I (finally) fixed the archive thing! Behold, all my previous posts, in all their splendid glory.

(How much time you got?? ;)

posted by Jill 2:58 a.m.

Saturday, November 29, 2003

Notes From JillWorld

1. Richard is now my neighbour! WOO!!

2. Jared will be soon. Wow.. 2 friends in my (new) neighbourhood.

3. At the gym this morning, this guy who really looked like he knows what he's doing in the gym, if you know what I mean, saw me doing my hanging abs and went, "Wow, I could never do that." Hehehhehe.... I ROCK! *flexing for effect*

posted by Jill 11:18 a.m.

This is Me

My "Signature Themes," according to StrengthsFinder from Gallup:


I D E A T I O N
People strong in the Ideation theme are fascinated by ideas. They are able to find connections between seemingly disparate phenomena.


C O N N E C T E D N E S S
People strong in the Connectedness theme have faith in the links between all things. They believe there are few coincidences and that almost every event has a reason.


B E L I E F
People strong in the Belief theme have certain core values that are unchanging. Out of these values emerges a defined purpose for their life.


A D A P T A B I L I T Y
People strong in the Adaptability theme prefer to "go with the flow." They tend to be "now" people who take things as they come and discover the future one day at a time.


E M P A T H Y
People strong in the Empathy theme can sense the feelings of other people by imagining themselves in others' lives or others' situations.


posted by Jill 12:42 a.m.

Friday, November 28, 2003

Show! She Speaks: A Celebration Of Life

The show! The big show. It has happened! It's over! It was great!! I wasn't feeling so great about the last show I put on in September at the Veggie Food Fair, or my party in October, but this show is one I'm very proud of and will remember for a long time to come. There was veritable magic in the air. What a great feeling for the last show I'm putting on in a long time.

We didn't do too badly $$-wise either. I know it's not as much as Lisa wanted, but we did raise a few hundred for our charity. We had a pretty good turnout (my aunt and cousins came! that was pretty cool.). Not bad for some last minute show-promoting!

I only did one piece myself (though I did do a fair chunk of the hosting) and got a few new fans. (With stars in their eyes. It was so cute!!) Woo! I was also told I make a good host.

And now I go to sleep.

posted by Jill 2:12 a.m.

Thursday, November 27, 2003

The Cows Are Proud of Me!

A farmgirl friend of mine sent me this message regarding the big show I've been organizing for tonight and will also be performing at:

I am sorry to have to miss it, but I am milking cows for the week again! We are proud of you, even if we are not there in body, we are there in spirit!

posted by Jill 11:58 a.m.

Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Just Because I'm Not Supposed To

*Negative stuff about Jeff from the Kindly Ones* Hahahha! ;)

posted by Jill 3:10 p.m.

Halloween Story

Here's the story I meant to post on Halloween that I wrote for a Halloween poetry (er, and prose) night.

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She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he was just always, sort of, there. A man she had bumped into in a bookstore a few weeks before. An older gentleman, well dressed, a little bit cavalier. (more)

posted by Jill 2:03 p.m.

JAmes

> [ Fri Jul 11, 01:15:23 PM | Jill Binder ]
> More Changes
>
> JAmes has been removed too.
> Again, if that (your blog status) changes, please tell me.

Pursuant to my post of July 11, 2003, JAmes has been reinstated. (Despite the fact that he didn't tell me. :P )

posted by Jill 1:23 p.m.

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

The Svelte Singer

I realized tonight how far I've come.

1.
Someone said he didn't recognize me because I've lost weight! (I haven't weighed myself or anything but I do know my great exercise program has enabled me to fit into clothing I had been having difficulties getting into.) (Umm, it was probably also the longer hair, different glasses, and new self-confidence, but, you know. :)

2.
In the past, I would apologize before singing when I was on stage. I'd occasionally try it at a poetry reading but wouldn't be caught dead singing in a room full of singers.

Lately I've been singing at poetry readings without apologizing, and have been even sometimes complimented for my singing.

Tonight I had to fight myself to not apologize in front of the room of musicians/singer-songwriters. I knew it would be a cop-out if I did, so I decided to just go for it. Now this is the kicker: I was complimented for my singing! Not just a "ya that was nice," but a real, genuine, blown-away-dazed-look-on-face gushing about the poetry and my singing.

I guess confidence can fool anyone. ;)

posted by Jill 1:37 a.m.

Sunday, November 23, 2003

Many Things

There are so many things I could blog about. The coaching course I was just in (and the insanity of the hours, getting there, and the pursuant lack of sleep!), my always interesting always crazy dating life (right now I'm in a bad mood about it), how my business is going and the interesting (and hard to get to) networking events I've gone to recently, the big event I've been pouring a lot of time and energy into which is coming up next week (!!), the play I went to last week (a certain ex would be so proud!), and the new and great friendship that has recently begun. So unoften do I really connect with someone. I'm very happy to see my presence keeps popping up in his blog. :) Makes me smile every time I see that.

posted by Jill 10:38 a.m.

Thursday, November 20, 2003

I Love Coaching

That's all I want to say.

I really really do. I'm very, very good at it!

posted by Jill 11:25 a.m.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Contract

ob·fus·cate
tr.v. ob·fus·cat·ed, ob·fus·cat·ing, ob·fus·cates

1. To make so confused or opaque as to be difficult to perceive or understand: “A great effort was made... to obscure or obfuscate the truth” (Robert Conquest).
2. To render indistinct or dim; darken: The fog obfuscated the shore.


Sentence: I have been obfuscated!

(Toldja I'd post it. :)

posted by Jill 12:54 a.m.

Saturday, November 15, 2003

Like me at a Vegan Poets conference!

My roommate was telling me this morning about this acting gig she had yesterday and has again today.... Getting up in front of about 3000 at a men's Christian "how to be better people & husbands" conference," and how she was like, "hello! i could find my future husband here!" I said, "Are you kidding me?? It would be like me at a Vegan male poets conference!!"

Side note: A friend of mine did a little psychic reading for me while we were waiting between shifts at this odd job I was doing yesterday handing out flyers for Future Shop (sounds dumb.. but it was fun and was a bit of extra cash). I wanted to know about finding my future mate, and it came out very strongly that that is not where my focus is, that I should be focusing on my business. However........ If you are a Vegan male atheist poet and are reading this and happen to fall in my lap, I won't be complaining!!

posted by Jill 9:11 a.m.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

Cruel, cruel joke

Perhaps it's someone's idea of a cruel, cruel, cruel joke.

I was up til 3:30am yesterday, doing work and winding down for bed. (I'd had a pretty amazing night at the Ryze networking mixer.) It was late enough that I was going to forego my sworn "rise and get workin'" time (which I've been pretty diligent at doing, even when I'm up late).

Exhibit A: There have been signs all over my building the last few days that there would be fire drills all day today.

Exhibit B: At around 8am this morning, the fire alarm went off.

My natural assumption/conclusion? Pull the covers over my head tighter until it goes away.

Did it go away? No. It kept going for 20 minutes. It was ~~~evil~~~. (I'm not a morning person anyway, and everything seems pretty evil in the morning. Something like this was the most evilest.) So around the 20 minute mark, I'm like, hey, maybe this is a real fire. Wouldn't that be awful! "Apartment burns down - tenants think it's fire drill"

I get my lazy a** out of bed, the fire officers take second glances at me because while everyone else looks perky, I basically look like the walking undead, and then find out, ya, real fire alarm, no, not real fire. It was someone's kitchen smoke.

Now getting back to sleep is difficult. I'm still the walking undead. This must be someone's idea of a cruel, cruel, cruel joke.

(Good night everyone!! (I hope))
posted by Jill 8:40 a.m.