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(This is one of the very few mornings I’ve woken up to a sleeping baby, so I thought I should take advantage of a rare opportunity while I still could.)

Hmmm… okay, no excuses today. I’ve been lazy. Busy, sure. But lazy. I don’t know what it is but I haven’t had much of an urge to stay committed to my wee, little blog lately. I used to be all over this thing. Maybe I was on some kind of mission to make myself heard. I dunno. Anyway, I wanna get back in it, I’ve just had other goings on eating up my precious little time.

Phoenix (the crazy baby from outer space) is looking absolutely, 100% per cent, completely and utterly adorable. He may drive us up the wall every single calendar day but he rocks our socks like no other. He’s got some kind of air about him that just sort of resonates something special (or maybe that’s just me being one damn proud mama). We’ve already taken him to the movies twice, by the pools around Treasure Island a few times, down to Boatswain’s Beach, over to my Aunt Barbara’s and envjoyed a sleepover at his grandparents. Been thinking about giving him his own little blog too, starting tomorrow, maybe, which marks his second month birthday anniversary (although he’s technically been eight weeks old since Thursday).

On the subject of blogs et cetera, I’ve also been secretly working on another Silky blog on the sly. One to accompany my Silky namesake on Second Life alone, chock full of way more electro (and nothing but electro) and all about the music and the scene online. Since I haven’t been able to spin for so long now, I’ve been training with Ableton Live in the hopes of getting back in the game with a much bigger, stronger arsenal of mad skills, if ya know what I mean. Ableton Live is simply amazing and there’s no arguing that but my shoddy excuse for a PC just isn’t cutting it anymore. (It’s survived numerous trials, so I can’t really knock Hypersonic for their uber-developed and souped-up Clevos.) So, I might be migrating my DJ business to the Mac for now.

In other news, I’m currently developing a small website for a client outside of Century 21 so if anyone asks, you heard nothing. Just a little something for Tortuga Rum Cake Co., nothing major but we could always do with a few extra funds.

I’ve been missing my friends. I guess D and I both have. Aside from frequent visits from my parents, we’re virtually alone on this island now. Just the three of us. And I’d like to say more about other persons that have recently entered our lives but it seems as though they may be slowly slipping out already. Oh, well. On with the show…


Tuesday, 15 July, 2008 at 7:45 am Leave a comment

Just Another Day In Paradise

I haven’t said much about life in general lately and I’m starting to worry that people out there, whoever you are, might start to think that I’m some kind of bad mother for not mentioning my little bundle o’ joy more often. Well, if only to save myself from public shame, I have to tell you that D and I have been incredibly busy with Phoenix since his arrival, naturally. Which is mostly why I’ve neglected my innocent little blog so much as of late. We barely have time for much else but, to whomever it may concern, I’ll give you a small glimpse into what goes on behind this web-based facade of my silly, misguided existence.

Phoenix had his first doctor’s visit yesterday. At just six weeks old, he was subjected to two injections from a duo of syringes longer than his forearm, administered by some over-the-hill gorilla lady with ashy knuckles and a moustache, with hardly an ounce of tenderness. But, alas, he survived and emerged victorious, now immunised against Hepatitis B and Tuberculosis. We also discovered that he ineed has some mild eczema, so we’ll pick something up for his skin soon enough, although the amazing, natural line of Weleda products we’ve been using has done wonders already. He still gets the odd patch of dry skin here and there and seems to be particulary prone to heat rash but in this hot and humid Caribbean weather, it’s no surprise.

Pookums stands tall and proud at 12lb 5oz now and he’s 100 per cent clinically insane. He enjoys most of his days (and nites) milking Mama D dry and when he’s not satisfying his hunger pains, he’s pooping, peeing, burping, puking, bauling his head off, knocking off a few rounds with D’s tits, dancing to Rollergirl, staring at the bed head, smiling, squeaking, squirming, attempting to crawl, struggling to make sense of my crazy curls, immersed in the TV and/or computer screen, brushing up on his boxing, pulling off an uncannily convincing Popeye impression, shoving his feet into my diaphragm, dozing off or demanding more boob juice. Oh and, every once in a while, he’ll sleep. He also makes a habit of throwing his own parties at the witching hour every nite, at which we are always present (D provides the beverages). Breakfast begins at approximately 5am, 6am and 7am every morning, collectively and then it’s time for his daily exercise routine, which consists of push-ups (or pull-ups, as the case may be), sit-ups and various stretches.

So, yes, he’s doing just fine.

Lately, we’ve been playing the typical famiy role, performing the daily grind, so to speak, until there’s enough money saved up in my pension for us to extract and head back to Arizona, finally. We wake up not so bright and early every morning, tend to the master, enjoy a bowl of diced organic bananas and/or apples with pomegranate, acai or blueberry granola and soy yoghurt, feed the scraps to the neighbourly iguana on our balcony, check out the latest Wii updates, dabble on Second Life a little, Pookums permitting and maybe indulge in a little television or music. I’ve been working mostly from home, as I barely do anything at the office anymore besides sit around, eroding in the dark and I can perform just fine on the Mac right here at home and still spend my free time helping out Mama D with the little monster.

Occasionally, we’ll trek down to the beach, Phoenix in stroller, though he doesn’t seem to care of the saltwater very much so sometimes we’ll simply venture downstairs to the nearby swimming pools visible from our balcony and wade in the smaller tub for a while. He seems to have taken quite a liking to water, provided the temperature is just right. So much so that we can now comfortably bathe with him in the bathroom and scrub him down in unison, even feeding him right there and then should he feel the urge to suckle. We always take him shopping with us and tomorrow we’ll even make an attempt to make a trip to the cinema with the grandparents to watch Wall-E, if it’s even playing here yet.

And that’s about our life as it stands right now. We’ve been a little more preoccupied with Second Life since he’s entered our lives and we’re ever so slowly getting back into the groove and I’m hoping to start spinning again soon, should I find some way to do so using Ableton Live (I’ve grown tired of SAM). In the meantime, I’m not sure what to do with this little corner of cyberspace. I’m not even sure if I’m making the least bit of difference with all my posts on environmentalism, veganism, transgenderism and the sort although I’ll still continue forward on my quest to convince the mass populace to wake the fuck up.

But baby gets what baby wants.

Friday, 27 June, 2008 at 6:21 pm Leave a comment

Days Go By


Here I go again, blabbing on and on about this, that and the other and sending out my personal thoughts, opinions and expressions into the vast reaches of cyberspace for no apparent reason aside from crafting some sort of chronicle of my everyday life. And throwing in some free music for good measure.

As if anyone really cares out there, I’ve updated the Guide To The Silky Way yet again. Added more Google hacks for my fellow mp3 junkies that should keep you busy for a while. (I know I’m hooked.)

Anyway… um, well, things are just dandy right now. I suppose. I don’t know if it’s the Law Of Attraction we’ve been putting into play or not (I mean we seriously wished for like $1000 this month and BAM, we had $750 sitting pretty in our hands the next week) but shit seems to be holding together. I’m trying not to freak out and jinx it but even though we’ve had to dodge a few curve balls these past few weeks, right now, life is, after all is said and done, chipper.

It’s my Dad’s birthday. He’s like in his mid 60s or something. And, despite the fact that we pulled in all that money out of nowhere (well… reimbursed insurance payments, actually), I don’t have a dime to get him something. Well, Mom kindly offered to spot me until Monday so hopefully I can manage to find him something before the day is out.

Phoenix is doing really good. D got a little scared this morning and we decided to take him to the hospital but the doc claims the crud in his nose and all the obnoxious crying is to be expected. He’s a baby after all. I figured he was fine anyway but you know, better safe than sorry. We took him down to the beach last weekend, dunked him in the water and everything but he couldn’t take the heat so we rushed him back home.

I just got a job offer out of the fucking blue. I mean I’ve been wondering where the other $300 was or when it was gonna come but this is probably way better. In fact, I’ve been whining on and on about how I’ll have to get another job anyway ’cause we just need more money. We keep running ourselves dry, even with my decent paycheque. Anyway, so it’s with Butterfield Bank, another in-house graphic designer job. I don’t know any of the real details just yet (in fact, the guy that called me up about it works for Baraud International and I don’t even remember sending anyone over there my résumé or anything) but he did say the monthly salary is somewhere in the 3,000s which is a little improvement over my current income. I dunno, I guess we’ll see how that goes once he gives me the real lowdown.

Work is… boring. I really don’t have anything to do lately. I’m just idling my time away downloading stuff and I brought in D’s birthing ball to use as a chair ’cause, you know, that’s supposed to be good for your back, like way better than office chairs and besides, it’s hip for designers to sit on balls, so they say. It kind of kills me though so maybe I’m not doing it right.

Our sex life has totally been rekindled. Not like it was ever so horrible but you know, we’re a little more wild now that Phoenix is out of the oven and D’s recovered a little.

So yeah, that’s all for now. I’m gonna go sit over here and twiddle my thumbs some more while I think of some other bullshit to occupy my time with. Love.

Tuesday, 27 May, 2008 at 7:02 pm Leave a comment

Phoenix Rising

I’m just gonna come right out and say it. We have a baby. And here he is:

Li\'l Phoenix

Isn’t he just downright gorgeous? Every time I see his little face, I find myself at a loss for words. But, at some point, I need to smear that big grin off of my face and blab on about and glorify him a little bit. I mean, come on, it’s a blog after all. Okay, so let’s get straight to the mock meat of the story…

A little over a week ago now, after waiting anxiously for days and days for his much anticipated arrival and numerous false predictions, fruitless contractions and a few days leave, D and I went back to the hospital for another check-up and such. The projected due dates spanned somewhere between the 6th and the 12th and by the 14th, we were starting to get a little frustrated. So, our doctor started poking around down there, which I’m sure pulled a plug or twisted a knob somewhere, as not too long after, once we were settled in at home again, the contractions started coming hard and fast. At which point, we both started to scramble.

Packing up everything we thought we’d need for our stay, timing contractions with our handy dandy video camera, running through our checklists and making all sorts of calls to family and friends, it was pretty damn exciting to say the least. Although… when we finally made our way over there, courtesy of Nana, the doctor’s claimed she was far from going into labour. So they kicked us all out! Well, everyone but D. Their reasoning was, because she wasn’t in “heavy labour” just yet, that not even I was allowed to stay. So they sent us packing and I had to fold my arms and grunt all the way back home by my lonesome while D had to stick it out in some horribly lit hospital room by herself with Phoenix ready to pop at any moment.

Come next morning though, once I made it down there again, she was starting to feel the symptoms pretty well. And by that I mean she was fucking breaking down in pain, gasping for air and suffering with back pain and vicious contractions. Still, the nurses/midwives claimed she had much longer to go and consoled her with statements such as, “Oh, you think this is pretty bad? You haven’t felt anything yet!” So encouraging. As yet another nurse came to examine her with a rickety old fetal monitor from the better part of the 70s that could barely keep time, she announced that she had hours left to go before she would go into delivery and that the labour was only just commencing.

…She was barely out the door after that before D went all wide-eyed, staring down the spontaneous river of blood meandering between her legs, to which the nurse responded with, “Oh, she’s ready to deliver!” Naturally, I had my concerns about the accuracy of their assessments but you know… we’re about to have a baby!!!

I’ll skip the gory details at this point but what I really need to ask is: is it okay for a nurse/midwife to perform an episiotomy without consent from the labouring mother? I swear, had I not been there to practically tear the knife away from her vagina, they would’ve sliced her before D had any idea what was going on. These idiots wouldn’t even give me gloves or mask or anything even when I requested them outright.

Anyway, after bitching back and forth with the nurses whilst D’s squealing in agony, I told them to shut the hell up and let her get to work. They didn’t think she could do it; kept telling her she was doing it all wrong, that she wasn’t even trying. And then, about 10min into the delivery… she pops him right out, umbilical cord and all! We watched him flop onto that hospital bed in all his bloody glory. 8lbs 7.5oz strong, 54cm long at 12:59pm on the 15th of May, 2008 with an Apgar score of 10. Healthy as can be.

He started breastfeeding immediately. Had some minor issues getting cholostrom at first and he suffered with a little jaundice from lack of sunlight but once we brought him home (after D spent a lovely three days extra in the hospital), he was feeling just fine. Now he can’t get enough of Mama D’s milk (and I mean he really, really can’t) and he’s keeping us busy constantly. And we love him. We love him to bits.

So, you can imagine where I’ve been for the past few weeks, although a few other items have been eating up my “free time”. Anyway, fuck… we have a baby. Our own flesh and blood. Oh… wow. Congratulations to us.

Happy Birthday, Phoenix.

Thursday, 22 May, 2008 at 4:06 pm Leave a comment

Stressed To Kill

So I’ve been having just about the craziest month of my entire life.

It’s times like these when the phrase “misadventures of a vagrant t-girl” seems the most fitting. I don’t have the time nor the energy to go into any extravagant details but I can say that come the end of this fucked up month, maybe, hopefully, there will be a little more stability in our hectic little world. Of course, that won’t last long before Phoenix arrives. And, boy, is he ever anxious.

I’ve spent the majority of the past 30 days trying not to shoot myself in the head. I mean everything is completely out of whack. I’ve had the cops called on me twice. Our baby shower got totally shot down. The ‘rents went psycho on us. We’ve been wandering from place to place, from the streets to bunking at my cousin’s to crashing on a friend’s couch for a while. We’ve finally got our own little spot and now people wanna kick us out of there too. We’ve scraped every last cent out of every crevice and corner and now the bank’s nabbed hundreds more from us, just when we thought we were in the clear. I never know how I’ll make it to work the next day but somehow I do.

And then… fate deals us a lucky hand.

Thanks in part to good friends, a few family members, a consoling counsellor, a fucking awesome vegan, holistic and generous boss and dumb luck, we’ve managed to pull through. Mom & Dad have pulled a complete 180 and have decided to get us just about everything we needed for Phoenix and help us find a wicked new apartment, right on the beach, close to work and everything else we love. It’s not the snazziest but hey, check it out:

So, we’re finally out on our own (thank god) and surviving somehow. And once the end of the month comes around and we get our sorry asses out of the cosy little area we now call home and into something bigger and better, maybe, just maybe, we can get back to enjoying the real world as it should be enjoyed. Or some shit like that.

Fuck, I’m exhausted.

Tuesday, 22 April, 2008 at 5:21 pm Leave a comment

Oh, Mama! Pt. 3

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Friday, 21 March, 2008 at 6:19 am Leave a comment

Oh, Mama! Pt. 2

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There's plenty fun to be had. From the Cayman Islands, to London, to Phoenix and back again, Silky's been there, done that. But life's for the living and I ain't dead yet. Making vegans look cool, trannies sound sexy and delivering shit hot Electro is my deal. Loving my beautiful wife, nurturing my baby boy Phoenix and making my small mark on this jaded world of post-consumerism is my mantra. Friends, welcome. Guests, indulge. There's plenty fun to be had.


Birthdate: 19th February, 1983 Nationality: Caymanian Star Sign: Aquarius/Pisces Orientation: Bisexual Diet: Vegan Occupation: Graphic Designer WiiMail:
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