Purple Karmic Musing

I recently saw the film “Purple Rain” again for about the 30th time. Even after more than 25 years after its release, it’s hard to resist that distinct “Minneapolis Sound” and the saccharine sweet story of a misunderstood musical genius who just wanted to be loved. As we watched my husband laughed and asked why did the club owner not want to dump Dez Dickerson, who sang about his quest to be a “Mountaineer?” Hmmm…well it wouldn’t have been much of a film if it were that easy but on the other hand, was his one song that compelling that it should replace “The Bird?” or “Computer Blue” permanently?

After an iced Skinny Cinnamon Dolce my Buddhist brain was on rapid fire. I mused that perhaps “The Kid” and “The Time” had a bit heavier karma than “the Mountaineer,” and until “The Kid” worked on his family dynamics he’d always be in a place of alienation and confusion. Morris’ behavior toward women didn’t exactly propel him forward in his “human revolution” so for all intent and purposes, “The Mountaineer” seemed the less heavy of the three, perhaps the club owner was on to something or maybe Dez was a Buddhist that chanted like crazy day and night and was changing his heavy karma rapidly--or maybe I was just too caffeinated.

The reality is that we see this often in our everyday lives, ordinary people that become celebrities almost over night, while some of us toil away at our craft and wonder if we will ever be the success that we desire to be. How is that some people just come by their success as easy as breathing, while the talents of some are never recognized or acknowledged?

How do we break through our heavy karma? Is it fair that we are paying for something in this lifetime that we don’t even remember doing in a past life? No easy answer and no “one” answer but for me, I summarize it like this: Karma is like the bank of your soul. Some accounts are fuller than others, You have areas of your life that are weak and you have areas of your life that are strong. Great financial karma, but problems with your family life. Great family life, but problems in your romantic life. How do you get past this?

Make better causes for yourself. Keep in mind that for every action there is a reaction—cause and effect. Karma translated means “action.” It doesn’t mean “Karma is a bitch” Make better causes for yourself and build up your karmic chips.

The Woes of an Ex-Party Girl Writer

Ok so I’m working on my script “Mojo,” I’ve got tech-itis-- Meaning, I just want to crank out my story without worrying about arches and beats. But since others seem to be on the Civil War path—I wrote it first! I swear! I started this script in 1991 and put it away. Now I hear my favorite Blaxploitation director—no not Melvin Peebles—Yes Quentin T is doing a slavery film with Jamie Fox!  I’ve got to finish mine! I really do.  Think Darlene think, what is the conflict in every scene???!!!

I can’t think because I’m on HCG  trying to squeeze myself back into the land of the skinny minnies—and guess what, it’s not working!!!!

I’m going to LA next week for my 100^th birthday—ok not quite but after 40 they all just fly by—anyway…I’m going to see my friend Malina Moye play on the same bill as Chaka (sang it girl) Khan, Stevie Wonder and super sexy Eric Benet among others. It’s all going down on my birthday—November 1^st—that’s All Saint’s Day for the Catholics out there.

Yet, I’m feeling vexed. Is it because my script isn’t finished and here’s the perfect opp to shop it? NO! It’s because I’ve not quite shrunk back into a 4—add about 1.5 sizes and I’m bigger than most of Hollywood put together. Even a “4” is fat in La-la land.

And…I’m not botoxed out! Dang it! My eyes crinkle when I smile! I don’t have any filler so I have “parenthesis” not much but enough to stare at myself in every mirror, wondering if I look like “Madam” that old puppet on a string from the 70s. I’ve been practicing tiny smiles, but mine is big and broad. Why do I have all these teeth!

My friend Malina isn’t botoxed out, she’s beautiful and doesn’t have a panther face but she is a double 0. (I plan to bring cake for her to eat lol).  I hope that if we take a picture together some other poor wandering soul from another planet that just happens to eat a meal every day, takes one with us. Us size 8 and up girls have to stick together.

My "No Technology Day."

One of the longest days in October 2011

8:30 AM I make breakfast.

10:45 AM

Gone to the gym. I don’t charge my cell phone so that I won’t be tempted. I leave it at home.

Noon

Back home. Shower, do hair and makeup.

12:30 PM

I take two of the (Shtzus) dogs to the Vet for “anal expression” YUCK. Since Jazz is the “biter” they take him first. He’s wagging his tail, nice and happy acting. They ask if I want to go in and hold him--while they clean out his butt? I politely decline. I sit with Smokey and try and read Van Der Heide’s, article. Smokey is acting up and won’t sit still. He pees by the counter. I tell the girl behind the desk, she comes around and wipes it up. We move to a smaller room to wait, so he won’t get the other dog waiting all riled up (and hopefully won’t pee). Now Smokey’s barking because we’re in a room and he wants to leave like Jazz did—or so he thinks. 

1:05 PM

Jazz is back. The assistant doesn’t look happy. She says that Jazz tried to bite her, well I told her he’s a nipper. It’s also in his chart. Whatever…She takes Smokey. Good now maybe I can read. Nope, Jazz keeps wagging his tail at the new people coming in. Now they want to pet him, so I keep telling them he bites. I pick him up and hold him. This one old guy won’t listen, now Jazz is in my lap growling and showing his teeth. I give up trying to read. I have to keep Jazz from stressing, so I’m petting him. Sort of like Kobe Bryant’s wife rubbing his arm at that conference when he admitted to being a lying cheater but not a rapist. I wish that I had my phone, I could at least surf FB.

1:15

Smokey’s back. The assistant complains that he wiggled a lot. Well gee isn’t that better than trying to bite? I look at my invoice and the details for the dogs are the same except the charges are different. I ask why, I’m told that they charged extra for Smokey’s wiggling. Whatever! I look down and Smokey raises his leg and pees again. This time I don’ t tell them. I figure we’re even. I take the dogs and leave. I open the back door and clip both little dogs to their car harnesses that are attached to the back headrests. I get in the front seat and turn the key and my car won’t start. WTH! The battery is dead. I feel really annoyed now. I have to un-strap the dogs and take them back inside the vet. It’s super hot outside and I’m feeling vexed. I go back in and ask to use the phone. The girl behind the desk gives me a dirty look but hands me the phone. She’s the same one that over-charged me.

I call my husband and tell him what happened. I figure he’s faster than the tow service and my not having a cell phone limits my communicative abilities.

I attach Smokey’s leash to the hook under the counter and put Jazz in my lap. I’m back to petting him like crazy because more people and pets keep coming in. I see Smokey’s earlier pee puddle has dried by the counter. He’s jumping up and down happily greeting everyone that comes in. 

2:40

My husband finally arrives. I thank the Witches of Eastwick behind the counter and leave. Of course when my husband turns the key, it starts. My ears are red with warmth now. I vow to never bring both dogs together again. I also tell him about the “wiggle fee.” We both ponder a new vet and drive off separately.

Not having my cell phone did cause a bit of a problem but it’s not like I couldn’t use  a phone.  I didn't like being at the mercy of someone else.  I would have still had to go inside to wait because of the heat, but I wouldn’t have had to ask Pet Nurse Ratchet to use the phone.

3:45 PM

I take my daughter to the mall and we window shop and get a coffee and smoothie. You don’t need a cell phone to walk around. Not having one doesn’t impede this situation and I don’ t always talk on the phone when we’re spending one-on-one time together.

5:30

We go home and wrestle my son into going somewhere with us.The whole family goes to Tempe. Then we drive over to Kona Grill in Gilbert to eat, then walk around..

8:30

We go home. My husband is glued to his Android. I don’t care if I don’t have mine. It’s not that big of a deal. No one is talking about anything earth shattering that I can’t hear about tomorrow.

9:20 PM

We hang out in the backyard for a while. My husband is laughing about whatever he’s reading. Now he's playing his music on his phone's MP3 player,  like a kid. SMH people from the 80s.

10:00 PM

I keep hearing my son’s phone ask” Is anyone there?” In that creepy voice he has downloaded as the alert for his text messages. They seem to come about every five minutes. He finally goes out for the night, good.  Well I hope he safe but I'm tired of hearing the creepy voice.

11:00 PM

My husband and I watch a movie.

Overall besides the weird car trouble, I don’t find not having technology for a day that bad. I do social media for a living so taking a break isn’t the end of the world. If I were that addicted, I could just send posts via Hootsuite if I needed to make an impression on my social media pages. I will say that when I read my text messages the next day one did pertain to something important but it was dealt with in a timely fashion.  So now I've proved that I'm not addicted!