Thursday, June 30, 2011

Peacocking at Electric Daisy Carnival

So EDC… how do I begin to explain what happened this past weekend?



Under orders from the wonderful Katie Kunar, I went deeply in to character, and became a peacock. My body now not my own, but a foreign animal in my possession, my consciousness wandered the grounds of the Motorway.



What should an electric peacock, finding himself all alone at a Vegas Carnival, do?



Go stare at the giant diamond of pulsating light was the obvious answer.

"It’s fantastic being an electric peacock," the peacock thinks as it lays watching the Pretty Lights dance to the music.  "No one to entertain, no one to align my will with but my own – I am living art."

Now, two Mexican men see a lone peacock and decide it’s an exceptionally strange thing to find at a Carnival. They lie beside the peacock on either side and make the West Side hand symbol for a photo.

After the first five photos aren’t good enough, they insist on yet another.



The peacock laughs as his view of the diamond is obscured by a furious Mexican man, tired of being a photographer for a silly peacock, giving his friends the finger.

“Chinga tu madre!”

What happened to Peace Love Unity and Respect? The peacock wonders.

The Mexicans leave and a bear approaches the peacock and settles beside him.




“I’m from Michigan,” the bear tells the peacock.

“I’m from Ohio,” the peacock explained to the bear, “But now I live in Las Vegas.”

“Would you like some molly?” the bear asks.

“I am Molly,” the peacock answers.

“I don’t fit in, in Michigan,” the bear explains to the peacock. “Is that how you felt in Ohio?”

“Yes,” the peacock, feeling very friendly now, answers.

“It’s better out here,” the bear says.

“Yes,” the peacock answers.




A line of white clad dancers walk by carrying glowing umbrellas. The peacock and bear stare after them in awe.

“They’re so beautiful,” says the peacock.

“You could be a dancer,” says the bear.

“Yes,” says the peacock.

The bear tells the peacock, “My mom said that she’d be fine with me getting a piercing. Isn’t that crazy? My dad said no, but my mom said it be fine.”

“Super crazy,” the peacock answers.

Together the bear and the peacock watch the glowing diamond.

The peacock decides it’s time to wander… until… something is good enough… to catch its attention. Something. Worth. Stopping. For.

A carousel! The peacock evaluates the carousel animals to find The One.

The peacock sees a beautiful ostrich! That’s it! That’s mine! The peacock runs to the ostrich before anyone else can take it from him.

Sitting on the ostrich, the peacock feels great. He strokes the ostrich’s head.

 “Out of all of the carousel animals I could have had, I knew from the moment I saw you, that you were The One that I was meant to have.”

The electric peacock is cheesing.

It’s nice to get exactly what you want. Passing gypsies, candy kids, and animals see a peacock riding an ostrich and smile and wave and point. The peacock waves back.

“This is groovy! A peacock riding an ostrich!” 

The peacock never uses the word “groovy” anymore, but that’s the only word that aptly explains the situation he’s found himself in.

“So nice, I’d like to ride it twice,” the peacock decides as the carousel stops.

A silent statue of a man turns from his horse to the peacock.

“You like riding that don’t you?” the man leers.

“What?” the peacock is perplexed.

“I can tell you like riding your horse.” The man seems to think the peacock is going to giggle and talk to him – possibly in a high-pitched baby voice.

Damn it. A peacock can’t tolerate this sort of innuendo-laden talk on his night off. A premature farewell to the ostrich and the peacock is off into the day glow dark as the man yells after him.

The peacock tries to ride a Ferris wheel.

“The Ferris wheel is only for the VIPs,” a ticket taker says. The peacock is sad. It seems cruel to deprive a peacock of a Ferris wheel ride simply because he’s not a very important person but only a peacock.

The peacock sighs and walks away.

Music comes from a stage where thousands dance. That’s where I belong next, the peacock decides and goes to join the dancers as ATB DJs.

Fireworks begin, and the peacock is mesmerized.

“Nothing has ever been so beautiful as this,” the peacock realizes.

The peacock remembers the past as the light falls towards him from the sky.

“All of it, even the bad, was fireworks,” the peacock sees now, tears streaming down his face.

All of it was a burst of light that I couldn’t catch. A flash in the night, and the temporary nature of the thing is what made it so extraordinary. 

Watching the fireworks, the peacock finds peace for the first time in a long time.




The peacock thinks of the friends he’s known and wishes that they could dance with him Now, but tonight the peacock is alone and not alone but with everyone at the Carnival, and the peacock is more than content for things to be this way.

Two soldiers ask the peacock for a photo.

“I hope we’re not bothering you,” a soldier says.

“Not at all,” the peacock replies.

“Can I see your face?” a soldier asks.

“This is my face. I’m a peacock,” the peacock explains.




The peacock wanders to a fun house and talks to two lovely girls.

“You can come with us to the fun house,” the girls say.

The girls and the peacock navigate together through a labyrinth of mirrors. They watch distorted images of themselves dance. Then they slide back down to the carnival.

The beautiful music of Afrojack beckons the peacock forward. Images flash on the screen. “Before one thought is over, the next one begins. One thought interrupts the one before,” the screen explains the importance of Being Present to the peacock as he dances.

“I wish this could be real,” the screen sympathizes with the peacock.




The peacock spends his night dancing, wandering, admiring the art, and the beautiful people. One of the best nights ever experienced on the planet Earth.




As the peacock sits on a bus, headed home, he watches the sunrise over the Las Vegas strip and smiles.



Wednesday, June 22, 2011

It's My Birthday!

I am 23 years old on June 23rd! This only happens once!

I’ve crammed a lot of living into 23 years, and now I’m old enough, and wise enough (?), to want nothing to do with going on MTV’s The Real World, living in a destitute third world country for “the experience,” or eating at McDonald’s. 

In my ripe old age, all I really want to do is work on my writing; listen to music; do some yoga sun salutations to thank the sun for shining on me; and spend time with inspiring, good-hearted people who understand that it’s all about Love. 

People are always saying to me, “Leah, your life looks super easy and fun. It doesn’t seem fair that my life isn’t super easy and fun. You’re such a spoiled brat, and you’re not actually that good looking, actually you’re kind of weird looking, but how can my life be more like yours?”

Well listen fictional people and real people. No One’s Life is Easy. Everyone is lonely and alone and everyone longs to curl up in to the fetal position and return to the womb. I don’t come from money, but I come from good people. My life looks nice because I’ve put a lot of work and thought in to making it a life I enjoy.

Here are the best things I’ve learned in my 23 years alive:

1)   Money ain’t shit but hos and tricks.



Here’s a secret they don’t tell you in America: money doesn’t make you happy, or likable, and you can’t buy people’s respect.

 If you’re a miserable douche poor, then you’ll be an even more miserable douche rich.

Yes, I’d love a free VIP table and some dinner.
No, I will not give you a hand job in the back of your limo. Nope. Not even for money.
Still NO even after you’ve listed everything you own and told me all of the places you’ll fly me. 

At the end of the day, I’m going home with the broke musician I’m actually sleeping with and we’re eating at Denny’s and splitting the check.

2) Love yourself first.

If you’re spending all of your time ruminating about how stupid you are, how ugly, how fat, how flawed, then there’s not much time left to accomplish a goal, create something beautiful, or help others.

You can be of no use to others until you are useful to yourself.  

So start off selfish and progress to altruistic.

ALSO

Be your own best friend and be in a relationship with yourself.


I know I will always be here for me – in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, ‘til death do us part. No question in my mind about this.

I like all of the same things as me. It’s refreshing to meet someone like me.

And, it’s much more difficult to lie to myself about where I slept last night… ;-)

3)   Love others.

Peace, Love, Unity, Respect. PLUR ninjas!

This is the electronic music scene’s credo as well as the ancient teachings of yoga.


So both of my religions agree that it’s good to be nice.

Even from an academic perspective, I majored in communication in college and learned that the best way of dealing with people is through kindness. Being an asshole is counterproductive to success and survival.

So just be nice. It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it.

4)   Respect your body.

This is rich coming from me living in Las Vegas, but it’s so important. Your body is a machine and the fuel you give it, the maintenance it receives is what dictates its performance and longevity.
The Mind, Body, and Spirit are all the same creature - to take pride in one while neglecting the others is foolish.

So eat Organic foods and only certified free-range animals if you eat meat. Watch the documentary Food Inc.


Respect the environment, because you’re only as healthy as your home.

Reduce. Reuse. Recycle.

Exercise.

Wear sunscreen.

Don’t addict yourself to drugs (yes, Weed is a drug, my friends, and yes this news makes me sadder than anyone) or alcohol.  Everything in moderation, and some things not at all.  See: Requiem for a Dream “Ass to Ass” scene for details on what drugs not to do at all.

Wear a condom if you’re going to sleep around. Better yet, limit the sleeping around.

Don’t wait until it’s gone to appreciate your health, because then it might be too late.

5) Unfortunately, even always using condoms, you’re going to die anyway.

Only in the past months have I really felt my own mortality. I’d found out through the grape vine that I was going to die one day, but I didn’t really believe it. Now I see the wrinkles forming, the hip joint clicking that will, one day, cause me to limp.

Fuck. I really am going to die. I imagine my body being destroyed in hundreds of ways as I go about my day - A car crash, a slip down some stairs, some E-coli ridden spinach… the possibilities are endless!

So enjoy life! Take chances! Travel! Wear something colorful and a little ridiculous! Fail miserably at something you’re trying like hell to accomplish! Get your heart broken! And then get over it!


Fear is the path to the dark side!

There’s not time to be afraid! You’re going to DIE! So go live your life while you have life to live.
Make the most out of the short time you have here. There’s a lot of stuff to do. There’s no reason to ever be bored.

5)   6)BE PRESENT

Relationships end, people change, friends move away, loved ones die.

Don’t dwell in the past thinking about what you could have done to make everything different, about the boy or girl who used to love you, about the friend who betrayed you.

Don’t live in a future that doesn’t exist yet.

Focus your attention on the Present.

Everything that has ever happened to you or that will happen to you, is happening RIGHT NOW.

BE PRESENT.

The Best Advice I have:

Start meditating and read the book The Power of Now.

Do Yoga as often as possible. It’s truly changed my life in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.

Discover what music you love, that makes you tick, makes you dance, and listen to that music.

Make friends with the people who love that music. You’re part of the same tribe.

Take hallucinogens and listen to live music with friends.  Really look at the Pretty Lights.

       Find something you’re passionate about and devote yourself to it fully.

Chase an idea down the rabbit hole. Ask, “Why?” until you can’t think of another “Why?”

Don’t trust authority. No one has any idea what’s going on. Don’t let them tell you otherwise.

Have sex with someone you love, or at least have really incredible, uninhibited sex with someone you like a lot but just can’t see getting too serious about right now...  

Laugh. You’re going to die.



:-)

My birthday plans for Vegas: dinner and drinks with some of my oldest, dearest friends in Vegas. (Respectively, I’ve known them 8 and 5 months).

Then Electric Daisy Carnival with my roommate for the weekend!  At Electric Daisy, I will meet and seduce my future husband as I dance around to Skrillex wearing a Peacock mask, lingerie and a fanny pack. 


Finally, my last computer had the good sense to break down a week before my birthday, so I’m writing this on my brand new MacBook!

23 is starting off in a good way :-)