Well, as 2010 comes to an end, I am found in my congratulatory office chair.

For it was a job well done kinda year.

Mostly, best wishes to all of you.
I hope health, success and happiness continue to harmonize in the new year.

I would like to announce that the "cryptic" bloggings section of this website will soon be retiring.

Stay tuned for, yet again, another transformation.

Love,
CR

toe-crane.

the climb starts now.


circumstances bestow my feet
and my toe-crane

dainty and feminine

perks them without defeat

dark purple feather
and bright yellow jewel
tickle me now
it's costume season
and i want to dance for you.

meet bindle.

stating the obvious.

this breath of fresh air
slides in from monumental greens
into an open window
where waves of sunset
cover dampened sheets

and
safely where it feels best
taste nestles the
buzz-lines,
refining
the age of exhilaration

remarkable apparatus.

funny, the things you turn to

sorts of the 'f' class
hours of research
what can i do
what can i pick up
where's my impulse button

overlooking
endings
mapping
mountains
cat scratch by cat scratch

dig into that cookie jar
magazine fingers
grip onto that suitcase
bitter-sweet face
you've got eyes that tell ya
gunshot lips
don't hide

idea.

one day, i'm going to open up a restaurant that serves grilled cheese
-with a side of DILL relish.

yes, and we'll call it the 'celebratory meal'.

because that's what I just ate.

itchy feet.

everything is bunnies, wish-fluffs, fireflies and heat birds.

while my mind-sponge soaks up the 'prov, i almost always make sure to take some time out.

a stroll in the park, a skype date, or perhaps an additional scene to my one-woman show... times like these make me miss my nine walls.

in a mere blink, you'll catch me Toronto, won't you?

Uncle Fun, Chicago.

Sure enough, this happened.

A big thanks to the gang at Uncle Fun for letting me clown around.

evidence.

i've found a new favorite way home.

it's just 'up west on cornelia'
and i like the way it rolls off my tongue.

also, Clark street on the day of a cubs game- NUH UH.
you'd swear some people make a living just by having a couple extra parking spots...

friends from all around the world,
a great tan
and up next, Chi-town greets the Man.

i'm fucking happy.

emotional opportunism.

those two words keep repeating themselves to me today.

must be the impact from the JB workshops... although, it strongly relates to my immediate state.

i feel like i just took out the trash- and there's a new, big, bright, white bag, waiting to be filled.

the other one is sitting on the curb and there's no looking back- even if blankie's in there.

i've allowed them to take him away.

this is what i've signed up for... tomorrow's going to be like Hogwarts, i hear...

and i'm "bound to come home in tears", my house-mate warns.

it's all valuable and failure is inevitable.
kind of like fat camp.

home sweet home!

David Schwimmer (my bike) and I just beat the rain.

I hear the grumbles from my cute little bedroom window.

I tell you, he's the one who's getting cat-called! In Chicago, many strangers smile and say hello to you. Of course, that's easy for me to say- the bell I ring sounds like an amplified door bell.

HELLO! CUTE GIRL WITH A HOT BIKE COMING THROUGH!

I am still familiarizing myself with my surroundings. Roscoe Village and Lakeview are two very beautiful neighborhoods... It's funny, I know I'm on my way home if a forty-something hippie-fellow, sitting on his front porch on Addison, waves the peace sign while music blares from his house. Comforting, really.

It's only been a few days and I can hear myself picking up the accent. Especially in scene work. It's really easy to imitate and far more relaxed.

I'm taking a Joe Bill workshop this weekend and the intensive classes start on Monday. Already, I've learned a lot. It's kind of like sensory overload, but in the best possible way.

In between the park-hunts, shows and improv nerd-outs, I've been toying with the idea of street performing. I hear it's a bit more of a challenge here... but I'll have to see for myself. "Uncle Fun" has offered me a spot in their store window... which could very well be a start.

this shark has landed.

to think,
it's been years in the making! ...and now, i'm finally here.

time to get to work!

i'm being housed by chicago's finest folks, and feel right at home.

i've also made fast-friends with the sweetest pup and tomorrow, i build a bike!

52 pick up.

a painstakingly long goodbye
brings
a bitter-sweetly placed
set of new
cards

top deck,

i am the ace of spades.

in the works.

take me
to where the beautiful people
walk backwards

where fog horns
wake morning in the afternoon

blue birds
chirp to you
as you make your way out

cue trumpets.

i remember exactly what today feels like.
those scorching afternoons,
in the back seat of mom's oldsmobile
with the adult contemporary.

frustrated by the seat-belt, still-
i squint up at Mr. sun
and shout

SU-SU-SSUDIO!

spontaneous c.

i'm getting a taste of what it's going to be like
and unlike any other vice
it's drawing me
in
and outside the lines.

forceway.

pasts create the paths
that define us
they map out our direction
tell time along the edges

the present presents
age of wisdom
this glistening, golden nugget
perfectly
ripe for the picking

collided
in the now
magic tension sparks
the light show
no one has ever put on for me

clear like the wind
your soul/shadow slides in,
as the boat to my water
gliding in a blissful sea

un-masked and naked
i am all for thee.

something romantic.

when words don't look like what they should sound
when waters give you unbalance
when shadows lurk through curtains at night
when darkness becomes your spider

like sunlight,
i'll follow you

like sunlight, like sunlight, like sunlight-i-i-i-
i'll follow you

when taking flight to a higher ground
when failure invites a party
when shoelaces entwine around your neck
when wizards destroy your tower

like sunlight,
i'll follow you

like sunlight, like sunlight, like sunlight-i-i-i-
i'll follow you.

when strangers hand you unwanted mail
when heartbreak leads to disorder
when puddles perfectly time their moves
when taste-buds lean towards sour

like sunlight,
i'll follow you

like sunlight, like sunlight, like sunlight-i-i-i-
i'll follow you

when fiction riddles without a reward
when actions sink like treasures
when bedsheets become your world cocoon
oh, when bow-ties lose their power

like sunlight,
i'll follow you

like fragrance, like foul farts, like that guy-i-i-i-
i'll follow you.

anti-social.

if these walls could talk
they'd spit
misleading whispers

cluttering the cork

uncertainties
cruise in
shitfaced and famous.

I couldn't be more proud.

artifacts.

immersed in calming seas
barricaded from the green
a knight
on a mountain top
harmonizes with the wind

castle-bound by a mighty tide
he climbs the nearest tree
with tin cup ears in hand he cries
come sprint away with me

impossibly afraid
of fiercely making mistakes
he twirls his navy cape
and we're in a calvacade

of dusty
artifacts

swept away by delightful shores
her heart dances the night
amongst the wolves he howls for her
exhausted from the fight

awakened by this dreamed-of tale
her hair begins to fall
the night on the mountain top
descends with a crawl

impossibly afraid
of fiercely making mistakes
she keys the crate away
and hides a masquerade

of dusty
artifacts