Monthly Archives: August 2012

WOW!

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Wow!

How safely I have landed.

Not just safely, but spectacularly.

Tonight Gainesville is pulsing with vibe I like.

Vibe from a dream.

Outside in the courtyard there are friends, and friends yet to be.

There is live music and live painting.

A spectacular mural is taking shape, and the trip is good.

Wow! Spectacular.

Of all the places to land… THIS was the place I was meant to be.

How deep and divine that THIS happened to me.

After all the hell,

After the cancer, the divorce, the foreclosure, the crime, the ghetto, the poverty, the alcoholism, the heartbreak, the depression, the bitterness.

I had become hopeless.

I have landed here… I have landed tonight.

Tonight and now!

How dreadful things could have been.

It is beyond belief that Gainesville, Tom Hart, Joe Courter, and all my students have caught me safely in their arms.

I breathe deeply, thank Ganesh, Maha Lakshmi, Durga, Saraswati, and Lord Shiva that I am here.

And such randomness so often leads to disaster.

I had no plan.

I had no money.

I ran away from all I knew, with no money, with no plan.

Such randomness could have ended very badly.

Don’t I know it.

Don’t I know it.

Knowing it fills my heart with gratitude.

Thank you all, from God, to Tom, to the town I love.

Peace,
Justine

Get On the Right Thing Show #2

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My second show on http://www.growradio.org went much much better than the first. I figured out how to smooth over the rough edges. I was so pleased and so into it, so feeling the flow… then PFFT!!! The computer/internet lost connection, so while it went out live, there’s no podcast… which really blows, ’cause the last show, which sucked, will be sitting there as a podcast forever.

The next show will be themed, but what theme I do not know. There are so many juicy ideas. I’d like to work on this over the weekend, so I think I’ll start thinking about it tonight.

This is a lot of work for something 3 people are listening to.

Join me Thursday at 11am on http://www.growradio.org

Post Mortem

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So I did my first live “Get On the Right Thing” radio show today… honestly, it was pretty rough. There were four really BIG blobby technical errors on my part, which ruined the flow of the show for me. First my computer got bumped and came unplugged mid-song, which meant the power went out (no battery) ON THE AIR so I had to hustle, talk into the mic. find the right CD, boot up the CD player, figure out which slider operated that volume, and play the song all while nervous and annoyed. Then two songs later I forgot to turn down the volume on one CD so the next song overlapped on the song I was trying to play, I forgot to turn volume down and yet again later and had a song I didn’t want to play come in while I was talking, and for some reason I could not get the last song to play at all, so I bailed.

WOW… what a drag! But, the up-side is, it was my first show and I was pretty much learning on the spot, The bigger upside is that I have a plan that can keep all those problems from happening again. I think next time it will go a lot smoother. I expect some gaffs, but hopefully not so severe or so many. Now I know what to expect and i can plan for it.

If you haven’t been paying attention, the show is on at 11am on Thursdays… and if you heard this one… please, stick with me, it will get better!

“Get On The Right Thing” on http://www.growradio.org

Barefoot Justine Launches New Radio Show

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Tune into www.growradio.org for Barefoot Justine's show "Get On The Right Thing."

Tune into http://www.growradio.org for Barefoot Justine’s show “Get On The Right Thing – McCartney Reconsidered with Barefoot Justine.”

Thursday Augaust 23rd at 11am I’m launching my new Radio show “Get On The Right Thing – McCartney Reconsidered with Barefoot Justine” which will be aimed at blowing the ignorant and pathetic aging hipster maxim “Everyone knows Paul McCartney hasn’t done anything good since the Beatles.” OH YEAH! Turn on, tune in and rock out! McCartney: Sincere, trippy, hard-rocking, experimental, melancholy, moody, melodic, and marvelous! http://www.growradio.org

Notches

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I’m at SAW, noticing the notches I’ve put on the beam across my loft studio space. Notches, one for each time I’ve hit my head on that beam. I’ve hit my head on a lot of stuff, this beam is bad, but I found that it’s not even in the top three so far as horrid things to hit your head on goes. I know that number two was coral. I hit my head on coral in the Philippines while SCUBA diving. Number one was the time I hit my head on a castle in Ireland… now THAT smarted! I don’t know what number three was, but it’s not that beam, perhaps its corners… hitting my head on the corners of things is a real drag. I avoid that.

Anyhow, I got so tired of hitting my head on the beam that I started keeping track, and while I hate hitting my head (probably no more or less than anyone else, as I think about it) I was bothered to note that as of yesterday (when I started notching) I had only 4 notches… it somehow seemed so dreadfully incomplete, like the whole notch thing needed some closure, so I put a second set of notches, labeling it with a red “V” for visitor (my notches are labeled with a red “J” for… well, obviously, Justine) the notches incidently are black. it still looked unfinished and in need of closure. Now the danger is that with the “V” label over the 3 notches indicating the number of times I have witnessed visitors, friends, and guests hitting their heads, I’m afraid I’ll be tempted to not tell them “Watch your head.’ Not out of some sadistic chuckle I’ll get out of watching people braing themselves on my dastardly beam, not even ’cause I’m ashamed that my notches number 4 and theirs 3. No, I’m afraid I won’t tell them to watch their heads because once I start notching something I want lots and lots of notches. Who doesn’t?

After some time I figured that what my whole notch system needed was a marker, so I taped a Sharpie to the beam, terribly handy, I won’t put off marking the notches for lack of a marker or laziness stemming from not having the energy to track one down. Yet, still the whole system needed some closure. Something was still missing.

Just yesterday, the very day I started keeeping track with notches, perhaps out of some subconscious desire to see another notch up there, I hit my head on the damn beam again. VIOLA! That was it, that was the closure I needed, that one diagonal notch marking the fifth head bonk! Five notches, now that’s satisfying.

By the way, if you visit my studio in the loft, watch your head!

I’m a Bad Girl!

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I know, I know… “I’m a Bad Girl” as a post entry carries with it certain expectations–which I am not about to meet. I am a bad girl ’cause I haven’t been keeping up with my blogging or my site.

So, to keep you up (those of you who read this stuff), I am doing great!

I am doing great!

Oh, there’re problems, there’s stress, but so what, when isn’t there? But the stress, my stress, is happening around a person (me again) who likes herself (all too well… and perhaps a little too often–nudge nudge wink wink) and is living a life that seems to finally be fulfilling itself–its potential. I love my job, I love my studio, I love Gainesville, the people around me, I love where I live, and I love where it seems I am going.

And all this after years in a ghetto (don’t kid yourself akronites… I was mugged at gunpoint in the “good part” of the square) and whenever I looked out the window I saw ghetto stuff being done by ghetto people, cops, knives, stupid behaviour, destructive behaviour… THAT was what I saw out my window. I had started believing I was “one of them.” But here, here in Gainesville at the lake house, from the window in the room I rent I looked out into the forest beyond the glass and watched a beautiful fawn grazing in the undergrowth. Yes, I went from some dreadful hip hop movie to Bambi. And yes, I will take Bambi any day. AND… the very next day I looked out and saw a family of wild turkeys in the same place, two adults and ten chicks… GODDESS they were beautiful! No one got shot and the police never came. Here, I am glad to say… I am most definitely one of them!