Monday, August 21, 2006


anyway you take it, decisions delayed are decisions made

Monday, August 14, 2006

Moving Mountains

This weight loss THE RIGHT AND HARD WAY is such an incredible excercise in patience!

The pounds dont melt off because you want them to, and just when you get into a groove, something happens to disrupt your routine, and BRAPS EVERYTHING threatens to rain on your parade.

But every problem has a solution.

The race is not for the swift

Endurance. This is one helluva thing. It means that no matter what comes your way, rain or shine, sleet or snow, you will trudge on pressing for the higher goal.

Sometimes the road ahead is so bleak that we cannot see that the sun will come out, but its in these times when we have visualize and conjure the sight, heat and beauty of the sun.

"Aint nothing gonna break my stride
Nothing's gonna hold me down
Oh no, I've got to keep on MOVING!"

Love and Positive Vibrations.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Set Like Rain

And so they sat, lighting candles and singing sankeys, waiting for Fidel to find his way to the grave... and as they sang, the old Cuban women wise in the ways of Santeria, turned back their spell on them... making sure that Hezbollah and Al Queda would run out dem whats-it-not out of the middle east.

Yenge mama gimme yenge!!!!

Thanks to Guyanese newspaper, Stabroek News for cartoon.

Happy BDay Papi Castro

What can I say, August is the birth month of Fidel Castro, Marcus Garvey, "Crack is Wack Whitney" and me.

I tell you, there is something absolutely powerful about our leonine tendencies.... we do things big and with much passion and gusto, and if we fall, we drop "BooF" (whitney houston).

Papi Castro, Viva la Revolucion!!

Get well my dear hero.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Happy Birthday BC Me!!

Kali says:
how old are you?
Sheer Almshouse says:
20 fucking 6
Kali says:
wow! that's a good age
Kali says:
perfect. still young, but now wise enough
and plenty of time to still do what it is you realy want to do
to hell with everyone else
that's the way i see it
at 26 everything is possible, nothing seems too late
it never really is, but after a certain point it sure SEEMS that way!

Three years ago today , Miss Lou, the Jamaican cultural icon sang happy birthday to my when I interviewed her. Today, she is being buried at the National Hero's Park. Great things happen on this day!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

The Original Bad Man

Get well soon Papa. You know that I still have to come and pose in a pikcha wid you like seh a we run tings!

Gwaan thru Papa Castro...!

Monday, August 07, 2006

Unbridled Spirit

I have some red ants in my pants.

For over 10 years I have felt the need to travel (for exploration) as innate as the spinster's pre-menopausal maternal pangs .

For many reasons, (including money), I have postponed this sojourn repeatedly. I could have lived in Japan, and travelled the far east but I turned it down for "stability." I also could have lived in Trinidad but yet again, I turned it down. I guess the stone that has been rolling all her life gets a little frustrated with not having acquired any moss.

I cannot even go for a late night walk in Jamaica. Yesterday I really wanted to drive up to the Blue Mountains alone but feared that it may not be the wisest thing since I was not familiar in (as opposed to "with") the area. Mi just tired of how violent this country has come and I am tired of looking over my shoulder. I feel like a walking bundle of paranoia, and it just not right. Mi sure know seh Paul Bogle and Sam Sharpe a turn in dem grave fi all of the senseless killing that tekking place.

Its not even as though we are from biological tribes with motives for factions...di eediat dem name demself off warring territories and tek up a fight that they have no reason for- except boredom and unemployment.

Pork barrel politics feed laziness and hand stretching , and decades later, everytime you reach a stoplight, 3 children begging you money and there are at least 20 young men who feel entitled to your possessions, and the right to make a duppy out of you.

Having taken these last two years to really focus on staying in the same place and keeping the same home number for longer than a few months, what have I got? I feel as though my world has gotten increasingly smaller and its closing in on me.

I just feel the strong desire to travel with my camera, laptop and journal. I know I need to live outside Jamaica.... this "small island" perspective is a very close-minded way of viewing reality.

I am planning on going to Europe next year. I am saving for the cameral and the travel expenses in the mean time.

I am also re-thinking film school. Why not just really seize the day? There are so many things that are unchangeable... and maybe I have simply picked the wrong battles.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Win Some, Lose Some

Life's a bitch, and then you die.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

who am i

we struggle so hard to find ourselves
to label
to define
but did we realise that labels themselves confine?

Why cant we be the sum total of our names
the multiples of of experiences

woman/young /black/ educated/poor/ bright/promising/ graceful/ childless / spinster- the tags make us easy to describe, but no better to understand

can a bright person be dull?
a beauty beastlike?
what happens when we fall from grace or rise from the pits?

but who are you?
and what will your answer be?
who am I?
I am me.

(C) sheer almshouse, august 2, 2006

True to Myself

I dont think I ever really knew what my key talent was. Well yes, I could write ok... and I showed some potential at photography, I was a nice soprano in choir, an aggressive defender in football, good at styling hair, and seemed always to have a style slightly different from the rest, hated the constant pratice of math and piano, and unlike beethoven or mozart and all the little stupid prodigies, I never knew that Ireally had anything special about me.

I mean, yes I was told i was brilliant as a child but honestly, but frankly, that was more child psychology and motivational speech than anything else.

It wasn't until I saw myself on camera at 16 years, along with the rest of Jamaica, that I realised that Hey... maybe there is a lil fire in me. It wasnt until my first internship at CPTC that I finally belonged. Finding myself in television, was as I wrote at 16 , "an almost euphoric experience."

I still think I am a late bloomer. I have lots to say but I still struggle to find my voice. I'll be damned if I'll let them shut me up before the first note has sounded. The fat lady has yet to sing.
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