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I’m bAAAaaack!

Saturday, November 7th, 2009 10:14 pm

Well, ya know, kinda…

So, I’ve been away for a while – combo of reasons, but mostly it boiled down to three main things:

  1. the server I was using to host my website BLEW MONKEY CHUNKS and made posting a very challenging and frustrating event which made me not want to get on here much
  2. school work and real work combined have been piling up (I am living, breathing, eating and dreaming nothing but thesis Thesis THESIS!!!) which is understandably consuming most of my life right now
  3. and finally – after I fell of the wagon and was a few posts behind I did a classic move of letting myself feel overwhelmed by how much I needed to “catch up on” which scared me from  actually trying to “catch up”.

Of course other things like Sasha’s sudden blindness (yes, my five year old baby has been diagnosed as being acutely blind), a major thesis presentation I’ve been prepping for weeks for, fighting off a really nasty little cold (and finally winning), running my 6th marathon (Nike Women’s Marathon in San Francisco), traveling to Parisppany New Jersey and NYC for a long weekend and spending my tiny bit of free time with some of the very special people in my life (not all unfortunately) has ALSO played into my interweb absence. But my friends, (if anyone is even still out there checking up on this site) I am back, and I’m excited to say I should be posting at least a few times a week, if not every day.

It was brought to my attention that since I have become such an EXTREMELY heavy user of the demon commonly known as Facebook, I probably haven’t felt as strong an urge to post the way I previously had been on my blog anymore. At first I thought that was hog wash, but I have come to realize the truth behind that idea. I’m a Facebook junkie, and I post more tiny status updates there which leaves me feeling like I’ve done my “share things about yourself” for the day. I think I just figured no one was really out there reading this anyway that wasn’t already on FB and could see my stuff there. But thinking more about it (and re-reading older posts) I remembered all the fantastic differences with my blog and how I use Facebook. Besides, I spend at least 45 minutes every day reading all the blogs I follow, surely someone out there I don’t even know was reading this and then I just stopped posting. When any of the blogs I follow stop doing that, I get a little bummed out. So I recognized that both the blog and fb can serve different purposes and I really needed to get back on here. Besides, my “posting” on fb is totally different than what I ever say here. There I post things like “Devin Schuyler is feeling groovy” (lame) or “Devin Schuyler is soooo happy it’s almost the weekend; my apartment needs a cleaning!” (which is just as lame as the first). That’s not really me sharing anything of import, but I guess it was enough for a while to fulfill that fix.

But whatever,  I’ve made blogging easier again by having switched to a new hosting company. They are WORLDS better…soon ALL of the sites I own will be with the same company and it will all be SO MUCH BETTER. Woo hoo!

ANYwho…so here I am again, back in action. Now that the thesis presentation is behind me (I believe it went well, but it was all kind of a major blur) I am just focusing on doing the work & research while writing my grant proposal that is due mid December. This alleviates a tiny bit of pressure which has made me feel about ten pounds lighter than I’ve been feeling lately.

So, to update on things past; besides feeling thesis year stress (damn that stress level!!!) I may throw in a bit here or there about major events to go down over the past several weeks. For now I will start with Parsippany, New Jersey.

Oh man…what a crazy place. It’s close to Morristown which is just a real throw back to little towns in upper MD I used to drive through from time to time. My travel companion was attending a signature signing thing…I don’t even know what they call them, but it kinda reminds me of conventions where semi/famous people go and you buy stuff and get signatures and pictures…oh yes…it’s a REAL experience! :)

I didn’t do any of that, I just went down for a moment to check out the peeps that WERE there (both doing the signing and getting sh*t signed). WHAT A CRAZY MIXED UP BUNCH! Most notable famous people I saw where:

  1. The woman who played Elvira – she looks bang’n. WOW…
  2. Linda Blair still riding the fame from The Exorcist. Tight little body – woah – but ya know, face? Not so much…
  3. Tia Carrare (my personal favorite famous person there) who is a TOTAL HOTTIE in real life! She seemed soooo friendly. She’d get right next to a person for a photo, she has the best smile, she was super nice to everyone and just seemed like a genuinely cool person. The offer was made for me to go get my picture with her which was VERY tempting, except that I looked like hell and didn’t want to have that immortalized in a picture with the smoke’n hot Tia. I don’t think that would have done good things for my ego. ha ha
  4. Finally, Richard Dreyfuss was the other big famous guy I remember seeing. He seemed a little, uh, out of it. My travel companion seemed to be pretty sure Richard was D-RUNK from the start. That made me laugh a little. He looked old. He looked like a normal guy, nothing special. I was rather unimpressed actually.
  5. Patrick Stewart was also there, but he is SOOOOOO “special” that he had some private room for signing. WHAT-EVER! Not only that, but it cost $100 to get his sig AND an addition $100 for a freaking photo with the guy. Now, don’t get me wrong…I dug on Capt. Picard as much as the next guy, but really? $100 freaking bucks for an autograph? LAME Mr. Stewart. I call you out sir. L A M E!

Well that’s if for famous people I remember. I was kinda in a daze anyway – sleep deprived and all. But seemed kinda fun, and I could see how one could get into something like this. The BEST part of the whole show though was the little nook all the artist people hung out…like the McFarlane guys and famous poster art people etc. There was this guy there who did animation for the Original Ghostbusters animated series. Yeah – tre cool. He was selling actual stills USED for the tv series for $20 a pop. Freaking cool. He had slimmer which was nifty, but for me, Egon was totally where it was at. Yeah…I remembered that show. Met and talked with the guy who did the work. SUPER cool…my geekness was totally coming out. I LOVE talking shop with these guys – probably could have pulled up a chair and chatted all night with them if it would have been acceptable to do so. The same artist also had some WICKED original Jack Skellington paintings that he did. The one I was totally in love with tho he had already sold and only had a reprint of. SOOOOO cool. They looked really nice. Big big fan. This guy was so cool, it’s a real shame I can’t recall his name right now…

Anyway, the next day (Saturday) it had been my plan to get up and go INTO the city (NYC) and troll around till we met back up again for dinner. I think we both knew this probably wouldn’t happen. While more signatures and pictures were being gathered, I slept in bed until 4PM. True story. CLEARLY I needed the sleep. The whole Sasha blindness (which only JUST happened) and thesis presentation plus the yucky cold really had drained me of all energy and motivation to MOVE. So I slept. And ya know what? It.was.AWESOME.

Around 4 something I did get up, we got ready and hopped the train to head into the city for some sure to be delicious seafood. Oh yes, City Crab, you were mine for the taking. Not having eaten for over 24 hours meant I was a starving beast so until I had food in my belly, I was kinda sluggish – but then the plate of King Crab legs appeared and the delirium began. Ya know, I’m a big eater, and I can usually pack it in, but that pound of (half pound?) of legs was TOO MUCH for me to handle…I forced my partner in crime to eat some of mine (after eating his own plateful) and thought I’d never eat again…until the dessert menu landed on my lap. OK, so I had enough room to take out the oreo cookie ice-cream pie. YUM. All in all, while the service left a LOT to be desired, the food was pretty darn good. Not the best I’ve ever had there, but I’m not gonna complain either.

We left there and met my girlie Lara Miller for some world series action and NYC Marathon chatter (she was running, I was gonna be cheering on the sidelines). We went to a place called Rogue…and DAMN, it was PACKED. Of course, it WAS Halloween, so I guess that made sense. The costumes were pretty sweet too…made me miss not really doing a Halloweenie thing this year. :/ WE only stuck around for a drink – I was getting knocked into left and right and kinda over it right quick. Besides, I wanted more sleep. Ha.

We arrived back at Penn Station with plenty of time to kill and guess what…I was hungry again. EEK. The picture below is of me scarfing down my SECOND Taco Bell bean taco after guzzling a gatorade and water. My my my, just call me piggy Devin why don’t cha! I think the photo is funny. “Yes, I’ll have my King Crab legs steamed with a Taco Bell taco chaser. Thanks”.

in mid bite with my 2nd taco...oink oink little piggie!

Sunday was a crazy day, I missed even getting TO the marathon cause we drove into the city. HA HA HA HA…silly Devin, do you know nothing? Traffic crawled and we missed Ms Miller, but she did a rock’n job, PRing with a 4:30 something. GO LARA!

Instead we met up with one of my high school besties Michelle B and her man. It was SOOOOOOO great to see her. I miss her so much. She’s my soul sista! And still as radiantly beautiful as ever. Shes also “in love” and man did it show. I don’t think I’ve seen her THAT happy in ages. Literally. Freaking awesome. So spending time with her was incredible, meeting her man was awesome too. It was a great end to a quick little weekend away in one of my favorite cities.

I’m bummed that on Friday when we drove into the city before checking into our hotel I couldn’t remember where the Ghostbusters Firehouse was. DAMN! I knew it was near the Tribecca Film building thingie, and I was sooooooo close to it, but I just couldn’t get my bearings straight (I blame the sleep deprivation again). That was a bummer. But we did go to ground zero.

Man. I’m kind impressed with myself, I really kept it together, but all I wanted to do was cry. Seriously…I can’t believe it’s been so many years since the attacks – yet it is something I think about almost every day. There is a new little place to go to where they show you what they’ll have at the memorial site. There was video, interviews, snippets of docs on the topic, survivors…the works. My heart is swelling up just thinking about what I got to see. There is an incredible collaborative piece they are putting together for the memorial. It looked like you went into this sound booth and for 3 minutes you recorded “where you were when it happened” and any thoughts that you wanted to share.

I SERIOUSLY considered doing it, but to be honest, I knew I’d choke up if I went in. I’d like to go back sometime soon…participate by adding my 3 minutes of the story – but if you are reading this, and you live in the city, I encourage you to go and participate in this installation piece. It’s right near the little Chapel by ground zero, pretty hard to miss.

Anyway…that was the real emotional part of the trip. I personally feel like it’s incredibly important we remember the events of that day, and honor all those that were lost by living OUR lives to the best of our ability. Spreading love, peace and happiness to those around us and the world.

It’s interesting now that I think about it, we started the trip with a stop at the site where hundreds of men and women, fire fighters and cops lost their lives. We ended the trip with Michelle and her beau Anthony who is a member of the NYPD. Very very cool. Bookends. The yin and the yang. Love it.

ANYWAY…that was that trip. It was followed by an extremely delayed flight back home (THANK YOU BAD FLYING KARMA THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!!!) and goofiness in the car. I was thrilled to come back home and find my little baby finally willing to eat after not eating since the Wednesday morning before Halloween.

I’ll post an update on the kitty soon, but for now this post has gotten MORE than long enough. I think I’m gonna grab the little one and go watch another movie before calling it a night.

In the mean while, I hope this message finds all out there on the interweb happy and healthy. Looking forward to getting back to regular posting and also picking up the Fave Five again! THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME PEEPS!!!

Cheers and well wishes,
Devin

flight risk

Monday, January 26th, 2009 10:25 pm

A friend of mine from high school is currently in Thailand. I found out a couple weeks back he was going in a similar fashion as I did, without much preparation time and sans an itinerary. I gave him all the helpful information I could think up and also shared with him tips I wish I had known before I went there myself as well as my favorite places in Thailand.

I didn’t realize what an open ear he had to my suggestions, but I saw a posting he did about his trip (he just got there a couple days ago) and I felt all kinds of emotions reading up on it. He’s currently in Koh Phangan and absolutely LOVING IT. He listened to everything I told him and is the better off for it.

After reading up on his adventure and then going back this evening through pictures of my own adventure, I can’t help but recognize the feeling I have inside my chest as that of home sickness. I’m home sick for Thailand. Isn’t that almost strange? Except that it’s not, because while I was there I experienced a genuine awakening in my soul. That spirited travelers fire in me was ignited and now I just long to go back and feed those flames. Coming back to the states after my days in Thailand was hard for me as I fought desperately not to fall into a deep depression from missing the place so badly.

I can’t explain the joy I felt while I was there, the absolute freedom, the pure, unadulterated beauty in nature. I fell in love with the place and I miss it more than I can sometimes stand. Looking back through the photos of myself while I was there, I see a smile on my face that I am generally lacking here in my “real life”. It was an unabashed smile, an unapologetic smile; a genuine smile. I.was.happy.

And now I’m feeling that pang of homesickness which I can honestly say I’ve only ever felt twice in my life, once when I first left for college and Ivan was in Illinois and then, constantly for Thailand…it’s there, deep in the wells of my gut. My chest aches to be back there, soaked in sunshine and listening to the majestic sounds of nature that I’ve only ever heard like that in that place. I have tears in my eyes just remembering the sounds and the smells and the people. The sunsets and the sunrises…all magical. I want to be back there more than anything and for once it has nothing to do with being stuck here in the Chicago cold, but rather just feeling a bit stuck in general.

I’m in a program where most of my teachers could give a fuck about me and I think are more interested in challenging me to DROP the program then to become a better artist. I’m here in this place where the sun won’t shine again for months except on those few rare days where I’ll probably be holed up in my cubicle, pouring over names and data I’m not terribly interested in. I meet people who want things of me I am unwilling to give or share, and sadly have to see them more often then I care to. I don’t smile like I did when I was there, when I felt fully alive and unafraid of ANYTHING. I do feel stuck.

But I’m trying to stick it out, make it through all this silliness so I can get to the end of this tunnel. So I can learn what I need to and find a job elsewhere that will enable me to TRAVEL from time to time and bring back with me the joys of those travels.

This is why I’m grateful I do not have the tiniest incling of wanting children. Because I’m a flight risk. Because I believe the spirited traveler in me isn’t as responsible as I’ve always felt I was. Because, in times like these, when I know I’ll be getting a little bit of money through school reinbursements, all I’m thinking about is saying fuck school and fuck work and when’s the next flight I can take to Thailand!

I know I’ll be back there, sooner than later, but I wish that sooner was tomorrow instead of over a year from now. I know that perhaps I am supposed to figure out what it was about Thailand that made me feel the way that it did/does and then try to make that happen here, but it’s just not possible in cold ass Chicago. I love this town, it’s been relatively good to me, but I crave the sunshine and summer heat. I crave the people walking around in bare feet. I crave running around in little sundresses with my hair hanging down and wild and running into the clear blue waters of a salty ocean without caring if people think I’m crazy or not. I miss the sounds of people talking around me but not understanding their actual words. I crave that solitude. I crave that peace and quiet and being my own person that NO ONE NEEDED ME FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN A FRIENDLY SMILE.

It’s more than just the lack of responsibility that I miss and crave…so much more…it’s the magic that was my Thailand. I’m not joking when I say this, I could EASILY see myself living there, in that third world country, forever and ever.

If you could see the smile on my face when I imagine it, you would know that it is true and I mean it. Right now, I feel like a genuine flight risk…the ONLY THING keeping me, the absolute ONLY THING are my kitties. Seriously. Otherwise, I think I’d have flown the coop by now.

One of my Favorite Moments in Koh Tao

Monday, January 28th, 2008 12:58 pm

Three fun love’n ladies having a good laugh with our snorkles.

Seriously…this was a GOOD DAY

balance…peace…happiness…serenity…

Saturday, January 19th, 2008 12:15 am

I just don’t want to leave this place.

I can be on my computer, with the ocean breeze kissing my face and giving me love while I feel the soothing affects of really being removed from reality.

Even my computer can’t completely pull me back in.

Part of me is gone…lost forever and permanently changed.

I think it’s for the best.
Not the greatest picture of me ever taken…but I think you can see my contentment.

I love this place. I can’t express it enough.
This is us just having a great time dancing on the beach. Just little old me, Simon and Chloe my British friends and the rest of the travelers on this beautiful island of Koh Tao.

(can you tell some of us have been drinking? hee hee…)

And finally…Heather and I relaxing on are water taxi back form a smaller island off of Koh Tao after a fun day of friends, drinks, snorkling and sun bathing (yes, I even got a bit of a tan). God…life can be so good. I’m a lucky girl…these pictures will help remind me of that when I get back to reality in a few short days.

Anyway, there you have it…a small taste of the loveliest holiday I’ve ever taken.

May this be the beginning of a long time love affair with the world and travel and wonderful beautiful friends…even those I will only have for two weeks…

peace, love & harmony,

Devin

The Bucket

Sunday, January 13th, 2008 10:22 am

Well, really I just can’t write much because I’ve been online skyping with Ivan, but I had to pop on real quick to do an update.

Basically – in the past few days I have REALLY figured some shit out. I think I might have needed to travel halfway around the world, completely out of my comfort zones, all by myself to do this. It’s been helpful for the soul and for healing and for recognizing so many things about life and love and myself that I had forgotten.

I’ve made some wonderful worldly friends and all of them have just made me laugh and smile like I haven’t done in months. The people I’ve been spending the most time with are my Irish bungalow mate Krispin who’s more or less responsible for me ending up in Koh Tao and just a funny guy, Heather the Canadian (aka Canadia) and a lovely soul, Simon an incredible British man who is sweeter than sin, the dynamic British Duo, Dave and Miller, who continuously kill me with how much they can put down in a day drinking wise and who also love to give me and everyone the finger and Chloe who is the British version of my friend Lori Theison (which is a really really good thing). These people have me rolling with laughter day in and day out…

Shit, I don’t think I’ve slept much in days…actually, Simon and I popped off to another side of the island for a little r&r since everyone else likes to drink a tad more than I’m interested in doing, and basically, while over looking the ocean from this incredible bungalow we drank Tiger beers, shot the shit and watched baby Sharks jump out of the water. OK, it was really only one shark, but it was AWESOME. That night I actually went to bed EARLY…I think 9 pm and woke up to the most BEAUTIFUL sunrise I’ve ever seen at 6 something AM. Before that night and after that I’ve maybe gotten 2 or 3 hours of sleep and wake up each morning to the cocks doing their morning calls and the sunrise.

God bless Thailand’s sunrise.

I felt rested enough to come back and the group of us hit another little island of Koh Tao and snorkled and laughed and drank some more.

Is this real? Can life really be this good? Amidst all the struggles of these past few months/weeks I would have never thought smiling this much possible. I’m …well, I feel like I’m in heaven.

My head is really starting to straighten itself out and I wouldn’t trade this experience for ANYTHING to be sure.

I find myself saying “eh” a lot and having a little bit of a british/aussie/canadian/irish lilt going on at the end of each sentence, it’s a bit hilarious.

Hilarious is a word I say enough to make Dave make fun of me quite a bit…he says HILARIOUS with his “American” accent (which is pretty HILARIOUS in and of itself) and also “dude” and “awesome” catch me a lot of flack from these guys.

There have been many other people I’ve met that have just made me laugh and learn and smile and feel great again and I promise to talk about them in future posts. I can’t believe half my time is already up. That makes me so incredibly sad. BUT, I’ve added a few things to my new years goals:

1. Learn Thai legitimately
2. Get diving certified so I can come back here and dive in open water with sharks
3. Figure out how in the hell I’m getting back here, when and for as long as possible.

Also, I’m thinking of figuring out how I can get to England to visit with some of my new friends. I’ve had many invites for all over the world and I feel that I just CAN’T pass these things up. Especially with only having to think about myself and my kitties now. I think the world traveler has always been somewhere inside of me, but hasn’t really had a chance to come out…what I didn’t know was working I guess because I knew I WANTED to travel, but I had no idea what I was missing by not doing it.

Now I’ve had a taste, and truthfully this is my new drug.

The world traveler BEAST in me has wakened.

Anyway…this experience, while different than the one I had imagined in my head, has been even more life changing than I could have anticipated, and while no, I haven’t become a Budhist \ or met some Thai artist who wants to teach me the art of Sumie painting, I have met some other lovely individuals who will have a profound and lasting affect on my life; which we can all agree is a really big deal.

I know there are still some dark or sad or trying days ahead for me…there always are, that’s life, but I have been reminded of how SHORT life is, how wonderful people CAN be and how much love people DO have to give. Some people are fighters, and I’m apparently one of them. A peaceful warrior, never giving up on what I believe, feel or need. Some people are too weak to do that. I’ve met people here who are strong, talented and driven. Who know what they want, and go to great lengths to get it. They have shown me things they don’t even know. And they have helped me remember who I am.

I, right now, sitting in my green strappy hippie-esque sun dress, am genuinely happy. I think I truly believed I had lost that for a long time. But I have found it again, much more quickly than I could have imagined, and I am so thankful.

i.am.happy.

And I love Thailand.

I think it’s possible I’m on my way to a future as an expat. I really could see this happening, so long as my kitties can come with!!!

Peace, Love & Happiness,

Devin

Thailand

Thursday, January 10th, 2008 7:03 pm

…I can’t easily describe just HOW amazing Thailand is.

However, I can say this…I might not be coming back.

Seriously.

No time to write write…but updates and stories and stuff to come soon…I’ve done a lot in a little bit of time…Thailand is DEFINITELY the place for me.

But why do Thais like AC/DC? No, I mean SERIOUSLY…why?

And why did I loose my cell phone? THAT SUCKS!

Cop’en cah

That’s “thank you” in Thai…only spelled phonetically.

That’s about all I got for speaking the language thus far. But my smile takes me far here. And I’ve met SO MANY world travelers…wow…this is the life for me. Seriously.

seriously.

Thailand = Amazing.

I don’t really want to come home…but I DO miss my babies…and of course friends and family…

ah…but the islands…showering with scorpions…swimming with sharks…fighting off malaria bugs…man…it’s an adventure I tell you. a fucking adventure. I really can’t believe Survivor hasn’t taken me onto their show…I think I’d do really REALLY well…

I LOVE THAILAND…do I really have to come back home?

Anyway…stories will probably happen AFTER my return…it’s just incredible here, a completely DIFFERENT world.

I was scared shitless, and now I’m loving life. Funny how things like this happen…

Love and hugs and kisses (malaria and typhoid free) to all from Thailand…

Devin