OMG. I cannot find my heelies! But that is really okay because up until now, this first day of May, it has been sno-ING like a BLIZZ-HOG on bike, flaking back with all this powder flying on the wind.

WHAT?! I don’t know, it’s just verbage meant to evoke a picture.

The local coffee shop has now officially dug their own grave, by launching the muffin costs in to orbit at $250 per banana pecan creation. I mean, $2.50. But it feels like two hundred fifty when business is stalled and the sub caller hasn’t called and, oh… But summer is just around the corner.

It has literally been snowing in droves for the past week. Melting as it comes, but still, dampening our summer hopes and stalling our bicycle riding. However, I am convinced that spring will give in to the summer here soon, because it is, afterall, my birthday… My birthday this year coincides with the Global Day of Prayer, a serendipitous, or should I say ORDAINED night of promise for the faithful believers. I am excited to roll over into a new year, a new begining and a new cycle of my life. I dreamt a few months ago that my life was a metronome, and I saw where I was in the count, and it was a glorious tick to tock to.

I really had the funniest day today, renewing my stance at the High School, reconnecting with my favorite, jolly little students. Four of them hit me up to be their mentor for their senior projects next year. I have come to terms with the fact that I will be residing in Alaska for a good while longer. It has been made more clear, my path in terms of what I can do to give back to my community. Despite fuel costs, and our mayor declaring a “State of Emergency.” What I love about the news these days is what is NOT being reported, and that is God’s goodness and grace as it appears to the faithful. I am most excited about what the children are offering in terms of joy and worship. And the dancing and singing is going to be, literally, OFF THE CHAIN- an expression born out of the freedom movement that means, “Not belonging anymore to the slave masters.” Can you feel this?

So tonight I will join my fellow capoeiristas for a performance at the University of Alaska Fairbanks, where some Japanese folks will be performing. I will edit this post after I learn their name, and the local World Beat Ensemble will be drumming at the reception following the official ($34) performance, and so us capoeiristas will be celebrating with a roda. YES.
But the reason I am so amped up right now is because today was the last day of the after school program at the Elementary School. So I said good bye to some of my favorite children in the entire world, and I feel free to move into the next phase of my teaching career: the Nu Skul (New School) of Why Rabbitt, Mistrel Athletics and Dancing in another Dimension, which I have mentioned before: BodyTronix. Do join us> Website not up yet.

Back to me though, as usual. I love blogging because it is unedited and RAW, the way we like it. And now’s the time I split so I can go cook some greens up at the Tx3 house of Rock where art is in the airwaves and we will be building a race track through the woods this summer.

Thanks for the snow, God, but its got to GO! GOD!
MAY FIRST! TIME TO DELIVER!!

ps: Should I go to the prom this weekend? I still have my vintage 80’s dresss which you can see here:

http://www.bestweekever.tv/2008/02/03/liveblogging-the-mayercraft-john-mayer-does-the-80s-prom/

Okay, vote, but I gotta go. Drums are calling. JUST BEAT IT!

CHOW.

Someone recently asked me why I blog. So I thought I would post this in response. The answer is: Because I can. Because I should. Because I am meant to. And because, this is all going somewhere; the technology, the favor to have it at my fingertips, and ultimately, its true power. Not for blowing people up, but for uniting the world. Hallellueah.

FPU: none
motherboard RAM: 4 MB
maximum RAM: 36 MB
number of sockets: 1 — unique slot
minimum speed: 70 ns
ROM: 2 MB
L1 cache: 8 k
L2 cache: n/a
data path: 32 bit
bus speed: 33 Mhz
slots: modem, optional type II/III PC Card bay
SCSI: HDI-30
Serial Ports: 1
ADB: 1
Floppy: 1.44 MB SuperDrive
HD: 240-500 MB
CD-ROM: none
Screen: active matrix 9.5″ LCD 8 bit (64 Grays) 640×480 (540)
active matrix 9.5″ LCD 8 bit (256 colors) 640×480 (540c)
Sound Output: stereo 16 bit (built-in speakers)
Sound Input: stereo 16 bit (built in mono mic)
Ethernet: AAUI-15
Gestalt ID: 72
power: 40 Watts
Weight: 7.1 lbs.
Dimensions: 2.3″ H x 11.5″ W x 9.7″ D
Min System Software: 7.1.1
Max System Software: 8.1
introduced: May 1994
terminated: October 1994 (540)/August 1995 (540c)
Current value: $75

Hello> / These keys do many things. They make their own music in a way… The clicking and the clacking on the computer. They harbor different frequencies that you can use to communicate with your fellow man or your grandmother, if you still have one. If I type words, the words make sentences which convey an idea. If I am set up in the right computer program, they can also make music. and there is order and sequencing in a different set of standards that way. If I type nonsense, well they might not make sense verbally but they still make sense playfully because you will know I am joking by making fake words. I might attempt to confuse you just to see if you are paying attention! If the joke does not make sense I will try to explain it, and graciously accept its failure if I have to, based on perspective.So guess what?! I found another Why Rabbit?. Well, my mother found her on myspace and she makes electronic music in Italy. BURST OF EXCITEMENT. At first I did not know what to think about this! Jealousy cropped up, for five seconds… Then, I wondered, what has God been telling her?! I wrote her but we do not speak the same language, even musically… YET. It appears as though she came first in 2000, and I was not born until 2003. So she is the question, and I am the answer! So now I feel less alone. I never feel completely alone, but more so lonely, because I am still waiting for the right match. I took off my fake wedding ring because the children didn’t like it. They are always looking out for me. I just was hoping everyone could wish me luck because I have a huge package to deliver to the planet and it is getting to be just about that time and it has been fairly heavy. It’s going to take a BodyTron to deliver the message. So I am building one. Well its already built I am just helping to assemble it. Pictures later. So come to BodyTronix class on Tuesday, May 27 , 10 am to 11:30 at the Artisans Courtyard, College Rd. See you there, bring $5 or just your body, wear comfortable clothes. I will be determining the cost based on attendance. HOLLA.  THANK YOU! PS: Good tidings to you- GOD is real… did you sprinkle Him like sugar on your kid’s cereal today?!  

This is something I often say out of affirmation when I am talking to someone who says something righteous or simply exemplifies good behavior and genuine character. So I’m shopping today at Sam’s Club and I am walking with a cart through the frozen foods aisle. And these two small boys are jumping up and down in the aisle; their father is across the way, and they are making noise next to the burgers and fries. And I smile at them, and say Hi, and this child says to me: ”You’re cool.” In a matter of fact way that sounded more like, “Yer tool,” because he must have been only 4 years old, I’m guessing. And anyway, I was so smitten I said, “Thanks buddy! You’re cool!! Give me some!” And I slapped him a high five. He and his brother were jumping up and down. Then we had an intergalactic battle of the minds as I walked away, complete with sound effects. It was spectacular and brilliant. I love children with cool parents. But also, kids should watch what they feed their children because hot dogs and junk can lead to poor eating choices later in life. But that’s not the topic of this Splenda Blizog.  BE COOL! 

So now I’m dancing 4 days a week. Naw, not that kind of dancing: pshhhhhh.

Word spread like wild fire that the “Sub’s” T-shirt was see-thru! Momma says it happens to all of us, we’re human. I’m super human. My ma works at that school, but only for 2 more weeks. And so that’s how word came back to me about the x-ray vision, and so I put the camo sweatshirt back on. I only took off the sweatshirt for a short while anyway because I went through this hip hop dance video for 6 periods in a row today. AGH! I did have a prep, during which time I caught up with another teacher on some stuff. But when it came time for the afternoon social at the junior high, well the disco shirt was out and in effect, striking down on “Crank that” with steady authority. All the kids were doing “Soulja boy” and I was pointing straight back to hell which is where that song can go.

I’m up on the bills and ready to purchase a wacom tablet so I can finally be, the all out- striper of the internet as I am called to be. (Aside from providing the dance.) OKAY, shortly and sweetly, I have to also give a few shoutouts at this time.

SEAN! My BUOY! Happy Birthday, so good to finally hear your voice, and how about the timing on that coincidence? Seriously, everyone, I just happened to call my internet pen pal for the first time ever, on his flipping BIRTHDAY! Just 2 hours into his birthday no, less, at 1:20 am. Timing! AND so I say to him that my birthday is a month away (that’s when he tells me it’s his birthday, RIGHT NOW) and when I tell him I want my brother to buy me a set of spray paints totalling $45 so I can get the complete cap set in all shapes, Sean drops the name of MR. WIGGLES, who just happens to be in the video I was showing the kids today at school, AND is a street dancer/ graffitti artist. I was like, WHA?! Www.MrWiggles.biz. Check it. Like, duh right? I’m the only one in the middle of Alaska who doesn’t know who he is (NOT!) I was dying to chalk up this jacket I have halfway started on the porch, and I even bought some spray t-shirt stuff the other day, and then, woah, Mr. Wiggles surfaces with the how-to-graffitti-your-jacket on his website! Awesome timing. Roc Steady!

Grace has been choking lately and not warning me before her battery dies. What up with that? She needs a new wacom, to play with! OR, she may be wigging because I got Maya 3D studio on here now and her brain is full!! And being in the car while mommy’s chillin’ drains the bat too (since its winter). But Mac Help didn’t just read that. In other worlds I am daringly behind on my web work, but I blog on.

Life is good and greatly be.

Holla!

Wow, word press is still making me frustrated!  I am a nice girl, but there is a part of me that is talking some really nasty trash inside my head for fear of not getting my line breaks in my blog posts. I have a hard enough time chillin’ on the waxin’ poetic on here without getting irate at not getting a break in my text where I HTML one. Also, I need some free white space for my readers eyeballs and simply hitting return return in my WYSIWYG is not creating any! I need some advanced word (nerd) pressers to get up in this mess and help a teacher out. Extra credit! I will figure it out when I have time. I would have joomla’d this site already but its like, my host company is taking their sweet time with things, and maybe this is because they are more “extra text-ralicious” and “ph-p-p-pleeez” than me. Get it? No? Come to Internet camp with the hyper texter: Summer ‘08 Tour. NERDS UNITE!

Pause a moment and let’s think about ROCK: There’s a yellow light staring at us, and it is a challenge. Do we run it, or slow down with caution? The yellow light represents our free will. We are given a choice: Execute the plunge, or pause pause pause?? I believe you can imagine what my instincts are telling me. RUN!I just checked iTunes and hallelujah! I cannot believe it, but Leona Lewis is the singer of the song I blogged about two posts ago called “Bleeding Love.” The title I posted was “You cut me open and I!” Those are some of the lyrics. Anyway, the rest of the album is all highly spiritual and its called “Spirit” of all things… Which leads me to my next point: One of my clients told me that God is taking back rock and roll. I’m like, great, because I’m tired of the filth. And you know, so many people worship rock and roll! So I go to say:Did y’all see the ‘Doll’ the other day??Dolly Parton on American Idol?! I need to blog on a news site about that healthy happenstance. Dolly’s wailing her little lungs off; song bird with the double set of pipes under all that beauty, on the IDOLITROUS “American IDOL” about “I LOVE JESUS!!!” Screaming, crooning, and wailing!! With so much passion you can barely watch it because she’s on the verge of exploding but somehow she is keeping it all in this high frequency, higher key, cutting edge call to the wild! TAKING IT AWAY, ALL IN ONE BASKET!!! Oh wow! I would just love to praise her and praise Jesus right here in public on this blog. Oh wow. Oh yes. Oh my dear Lord, THANK YOU! For pipes like hers. And can someone please bootleg that show and put it up on youtube already? What I wouldn’t give for a copy of that. There was so much energy coming out of her I was like “HOLY HEAVENS SHE IS RIPPING INTO IT!” Did anybody see that Kenny Rogers video with the twin towers in it?? I never thought I was going to blog about this, but here I am, and my point is: I bought this clock in Canada while on the Arctic Winter Games trip, and it says “Yield” on it, and also it says “Ce’der” only with that little accent over the e, which I think is the French translation of “yield,” hold on let me google it… Yes, yes its true. That is what it is. Yield.So tell me kids and grandkids and parents and grandparents. Are you going for it?! I am going for it!I LOVE JESUS Too. Praise him in his holy awesome power. I can’t be anything without him. Look into it. PEACE! 

This cute little Vietnamese lady hooked me up with some diggers! Not daggers but pickers! For boogers and strings. Better for strings. Ahh, so much better than before!I have this instrument that is a fairly good representation of my own voice in the form of a stringed hammer. Or should I say racket. Everyone who saw it while I was traveling asked what kind of a racquet it is. I said, “It ain’t a racquet but it’ll make a racket. It’s a mandolin.” In its little soft case it’s the same shape as a racquet might look. But not really. I say that it exemplifies my voice because it trills with double strings and it goes high and low, like moi. And, just as my own breath is sometimes lovely, sometimes flighty, sometimes sassy… The mando is a unique sound I am still learning to use appropriately (again, like my own voice.) I actually grew up playing the clarinet and the bass clarinet. I lost my bass clarinet when I left it on the curb at the school thinking my sister had loaded into our vehicle. God bless ‘em, the junior high administrators didn’t make me pay for it. Can you believe that? I wish I had one now. Albeit a slightly awkward and genuinely “uncool” instrument, it sure does have a nice sound, and I think I could come out reppin’ that thing! Zoomin’ down the street on my heeeelies… then I slam to a swift halt and jam an audacious assault on the enemies with the low mellow tones of the (DA DA DUN….) BASS CLARINET! “SHE LEADS A LONELY LIFE!” I used to imagine playing that on my bass, even though the Ace of Base song wrenches that out on a SAXAMAPHONE. What’s funny about this imaginary scenario in my mind is that the bass clarinet has a little metal peg on the bottom that holds it about 6 inches off the ground. So if I were out on the sidewalk I’d be delicately poising this instrument on it’s metal leg while spinning in circles on my heelies, toes pointed in the air.  Ace of Base video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SjJwqDa1QVI <br> So yeah, back to reality… here I am getting my practice on, making the golden piece of glory from the Mid Missouri Mandolin company twang and twill, pluck and whisper, and I know how I want it to sound, but my play-along video is more about how to strum and read music than how to know which notes are on which strings, and useful stuff like that.  So as soon as I learn how to do this dang ding I am going to make a better video about becoming one with the MANDOLIN. Oh and having new nails on the ends of my finger tips is a lovely way to attract a  crowd in more ways than one. Also, the lady who did my nails had the cutest accent and two very handsome twin vietnamese sons who live in California pursuing acting and graphic design/video production. Owkay!! A la peanut butter sandwiches… NOT! For my birthday I am going to get letters airbrushed on my fingertips that says SINGL/EFILE. That is perfect for tax season, and for telling the boys to GET IN LINE! Also, I can just look at my hand and thing, SING! Or I can then remember to file my paperwork, which is something I have trouble with following through on. Why does blogging make me feel so free? Have you read this far? GO HOME! I LOVE YOU! PS: Ace of Base/Ace of Bass. How long did that debate last, I wonder?? 

Make it a better place!I got heelies finallyfor healingthe entire human race(God, please heal Mr. Micheal Jackson.) AMen. Ok, so I did it part for fame, part for fitness, and part for personal popularity. Which is already manifesting on the playground and in the school house. All the kids dig my new heelies. I love the fact that I will not outgrow mine, as they will. So for me, not only did I follow the spirit in traveling to the mall to get them, but they were on sale, BONUS and in black which is a good color because it will match everything. I am already quite good at them, but not while carrying two baskets of groceries. GET A CART! (Right?!)  Well, that’s a great idea. I also just realized the left insole is raised, a manufacturing flaw, which is annoying.So hey, I have to roll out… with my cinnamon roll breath… to my animation class, where I will finish constructing myself as YRBT in 3D. I need a neck and wrists and hands. After that, I’ll be ready to move. I guess I could animate some roller wheels too…Other than that, in true Taggard style, I’m undressed and unready to go… unpacked, and class starts in 18 minutes. I am probably 22 minutes from the school, and I have to pack up my laptop. (No I don’t but I can’t stand not to bring her with me.) Next post: NEW LOOK FOR THE SUBZERO BLOG. New name probably too… its spring time and the light is returning, and my friends have all surfaced again, so laughter is imminent.Later kiddos, you know I love you, and I also would love to know what you are doing this summer so we can hit the SKATE PARK!PEACE! From,Ms. Teneil! 

keep bleeding… Song reference! I love that song. I found it cheesy at first, but I really think of it differently now.So today I will continue building myself in the 3rd dimension… I started taking animation classes. I finally feel set up, ready to get this SHOW ON THE ROAD. Found a venue for Bodytronix for the summer and wheee…. now my iTunes is playing a live acoustic song by John Mayer. Happy times. I also have a letter written to my landlords, listing my damages and theirs and giving my last months notice! I don’t want to leave, but this place is a bit out of my budget. I have had a nice time here. All winter I feel like I’ve been on vacation in Alyeska or something. Expensive though, to live on vacation.This morning I followed my “cinnamon roll” premonition. There is a rule I adopted years ago, which is: When the urge for cinnamon rolls comes on, do not disobey the instinctive craving.I also have a birthday wishlist going, which tallies in around $80 grand. I am not going to be disappointed if I don’t get my items though, I am a simple girl, and I already bought myself the one thing that I truly needed… which brings me to my next post…