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New Blog up. Full of what is happening these days. Check it out! Even comment if you feel so compelled. xoxoxooxox

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MY mom dug this out the "MOTHER IF YOU EVER SHOW THIS TO ANYONE IT WILL BE YOUR LAST BREATH" box. Now in light of why I sang and chose this song so young, I don't care how embarrassing it is. MJ was my number one inspiration, since I could walk, and sing. RIP.

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latest blog post :)

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Just posted a blog on my site about my recent visit to Las Vegas for the NAB conference. :) xo

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Give a listen to this podcast I recorded last night with Keram...Episode 1. discussing the Film Fest, Xbox, the GooglePhone and more!

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she woke up with a start.
trying to remember any part of where she was in the dream she was just having...
catching her breath she realized her world has been completely devoid of music.
all she could hear for miles around was silence.
not even a distant chirp from a baby bird calling for it's mama.
just complete and utter silence.
not even beautiful silence...where you can hear even the faintest breeze making sweet melodies....
but an air tight. miserable and lonley silence.

no music to her, was like no oxygen to live.
and slowly, slowly, she felt less and less brave.
she had to find it again....but where.......o where.........she did'nt even know where she was!
or what to ask......
she closed her eyes and said a prayer....that her mission would begin in the morning.
bright and early when she opened her eyes...she was going to find the music...and she wasn't going to give up until she did......

no time to clean up
the mess that has been accumulating while you have been
wallowing in your defeats.
no time to figure out
if the path is paved or if your legs are shaved or if you're even on a street.
no time to sleep when its time to dream,
you have to create
you have things to make.
no time to bask in the golden sun...it will kill you anyway, little one.
no time to be afraid they say....
you gotta suck it up...
you must be brave.
no time for you to make demands.
no time for reason.
no second chance.
no time to look for, and catch the muse.
gotta grab the buck...even if you're being used.
no time to sit and take it all in....it's 100 degrees and you can't win.
no time when your head is always spinning,
no time for losing.
no time for giving...
then maybe the story is in fact true...that time is nothing to me or you.
if time doesn't exist, then why do we care.
why do we race the clock
deception ain't fair.

but nothings fair in the land of OZ.
and there's no time to go there cuz...
you got bills to pay...so hurry up!
your body's looking a little ruff.
have u slept at all in 40 days?
you look tired....are you ok?
you have deadlines to make....but are they yours?
you have NO TIME to finish chores...
hurry up!!! these things can't wait....
can't u see your LIFES at stake.

(im waiting for the ray of light.
to blind me from this crazy life.
to snap me back to the place I know.
the truth...the path...the place I grow.
im waiting for the awakening....i've been humanistically patient if that makes sense.
i gotta break out of this cocoon i've sewn.
it's time to spread these wings i've grown.)

time. is nothing.
you have all of it in the world.
as crazy as it sounds ....silly... absurd.
you must follow your path.
steady as you go....past the dark forrest..where the "wild things" grow.
take a left at the rosemary bush on the right...
and hold on to your partner ever so tight....
cuz once you arrive..you KNOW that you're there...and quickly and QUICKLY it all becomes clear......
just a little bit longer....it's no serious thing.
time is just a word.
so SHUT UP.
and sing.

who is living YOUR life?
is it you? or the people around you that are consistantly trying to fill that void they feel inside their hearts.
the void that they think will be helped from a "quick fix" from you.
we all are guilty of this.
the inadequacy that we allow ourselves to feel everyday.
we are all just looking to feed feed feed the ego.

I woke up one day and looked around.
at where I was in life.....
at the situations that could have brought me to that specific point in time.
and looked at who I had surround myself with.
you should try this.
it changes from time to time...
at least it does if you yourself are consistantly open to change.

change can be scary.
hopping in
eyes closed
head first
into an unknown abyss.
you can come out the other side a total wreck.
eyes bruised, hair disheveled, liver rotted.
but be all the wiser for jumping in ..in the first place.
or you can keep going...realizing that the fall is a wild and magical journey...and on your way down you discover the proper way to land.

you hit impact.
recognize the situation,
dust your self off and find another hole to jump into.

thats life.
thats all it is.
back to the matter of looking around you....
if your life path has this sense of uncomfortable angst....look around.
at the energy you allow to enter it.
and remove unquestionably and without any doubt
anything you feel is holding you down.
chances are your heart knows whats best.
otherwise it wouldnt be letting you jump into rabbit holes in the first place....

once upon a time...
in a ...not so faraway place.
underneath THE saddest willow tree you could ever meet,
lived the HAPPIEST little fairie there ever was.
sure, she had lots of reasons to be sad.
she lived all alone, the willow tree her only friend for many years now.
her family lived far ,far,FAR away...
in a forgotten land.
She wasn't sure she would ever see them again.
How did she get to the place she was?
What twist of fate brought her here to befriend the saddest willow tree there ever was?
well I'll tell you.
See, the willow tree stood, by the most BEAUTIFUL lake,
next to the MOST beautiful ,magical forrest
with the tallest trees, and brightest flowers.
The MOST perfectly painted sunsets,
and choruses of the MOST enchanting music ,
played by animals and birds of all kinds.
the dragonflys would buzz melodically through the thick august heat.
the rainbow colored sprinkly rain misted down almost whimsically through the sweet spring breeze.

The place truly was a work of art.
every four seasons, painted to perfection.
It was SO inspiring that people would flock from miles around to sit and think under this willowtree.
often,they would bring their loved ones ,and when the sun set on their picnic made for kings and queens...they would watch the stars be born again...one by one.
Some would make wishes.
some would cry for souls that were lost.
some, would shout to the heavens for guidence and out of despair.
all of them living their lives with at least some thing that burned in their hearts.
The willow tree stood there...for years and years listening...watching...learning.... wishing ...
and most of all weeping
for something .
anything!!
to prove to HIM he had a heart.

Now everyone knows...
at least here in the land not so far away...
that wherever there are wishes...ends up a fairy!!
which is how our happiest little fairy came to meet the willow
one VERY VERY windy day............

(to be continued.......)



~ALC~