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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. a small bird will drop frozen dead
from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. D.H. Lawrence
nainsi is the Irish Gaelic version of my name, which is nancy, a derivative of ann(e), meaning grace. this is a helluva laugh once you get to know me... if you do.
my background is irish. i currently live in ontario, canada.
please feel free to take a gander at my photography and let me know your thoughts, if you've any...
i am fond of: anything darkly comical or over-the-top corny/goofy/kooky. jack pines. stuff that's vintage 1930s and 40s/retro 1950s and 70s. irises (the eye type and the flower type). eating smarties and popcorn together. camping. canoeing to live banjo music. encountering black bears (sometimes combined with canoeing). men who sing. women who sing AND guffaw. robins that nest above your front door but refrain from shitting on your head when you leave the house suddenly. getting lost in the fog. a well-turned phrase (prose/poetry/song). traveling by train anywhere. dry wit. wetting my whistle. e.e. cummings. gustav klimt. cross country skiing at midnight on a full moon and the way snow can sparkle. wellington boots cuz they go with just about everything. qualities like: passion and compassion.i don't take a shine to: sports tvs in bars. romance novels. finding litter in provincial parks or conservation areas. beaches that won't allow dogs. the bush administration. qualities like: insincerity or inconsideration. filling out 'about me' profiles.
here's a poem for everyone visiting this site. it's by charles bukowski and it's called the laughing heart, read by good ol' tomcat...
just learned this video is no longer available on youtube. so here's the poem tom recites:
The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
your life is your life
don't let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
here's the crazy shit i refer to under the television category - the HBO television series called flight of the conchords where new zealanders jemaine clement and bret mckenzie write their own lyrics and then act in these scenes and suddenly break into song and the songs they write and perform are, well, more than a little absurd and thus, right up my proverbial alley...
Business Time
lie to me baby (you got to)...

My Interests

many varying interests. and i'm crazy about the lot of them. plus they give me opportunity to say things like 'hot dog' or 'well, i'll be' and sometimes 'christopher robin!' or just plain 'nifty'. often, i'll quip 'that's dandy' when i'm interested by my many interests.

I'd like to meet:

um. jemaine clement (above) and he can leave his spectacles on while we get down to business. tom waits. in some greasy spoon. (in bobcaygeon, even.) jean pierre jeunet. barack obama. tenzing norgay. david suzuki. alice munro. kate bush. virginia woolf. sarah polley. nelson mandela. nelson mandela's mum. meryl streep. john le carre. ansel adams. georgia okeefe. the mennonite girls i saw walking in their long dresses carrying skates and hockey sticks last winter. the beautiful old woman sitting on the subway singing at the top of her lungs who kept winking at me cuz i was the only one grinning and making eye contact with her. the family i got to know only briefly in guatemala again someday. that guy who was waving the canadian flag alone in the pouring rain on the overpass as i drove to montreal the day of the referendum. my own courage a bit more often...just not at starbucks. you maybe...

Music:

folk/acoustic/jazz/rock/blues/ indie/global/bluegrass... basically a range from tom waits to tinariwen, ac/dc to alison kraus, bjork to blossom dearie, king curtis to cocteau twins, nick cave to nick drake, bob seger to the smiths...and everything in between (except celine-dion-type-music). being canadian, i have a soft spot for canadian artists like joni mitchell, neil young, lullaby baxter, rush, stephen fearing, feist, leonard cohen, sarah harmer, lynn miles, serena ryder, ron sexsmith, fred eaglesmith, paul macleod, jenny whiteley, the weepies, bruce cockburn, emm gryner, lindy, david francey, royal wood, rheostatics, daniel lanois, lhasa, tragically hip, oh susanna... lately i hanker for: ray lamontagne, decemberists, regina spektor, gillian welch, jackson browne (solo acoustic volume 1), snow patrol and sam beam (iron and wine). and when it's winter (always over the holidays) i will actually listen to nana mouskouri sing drummer boy or john gary sing snow girl. it reminds me of when i was 7.

Movies:

way too many to list. but jean pierre jeunet's delicatessen will give you a pretty good insight to me and i had a crush on jimmy stewart when i was 12 cuz i've always loved it's a wonderful life...

Television:

when i watched it, i especially loved "the two ronnies." course that was back when i was 10. my sister sent me a video of some HBO series called "flight of the conchords" and if anything will lure me back to the tube, that crazy shit would be it.

Books:

one of my very favourites is a prayer for owen meany (irving). catcher in the rye. i read a lot cuz i don't watch television these days. some of the books i've read lately include: adverbs (handler), the pacific (helprin), a leaky tent is a piece of paradise (tsui, ed.), shake hands with the devil (dallaire). the accidental (smith).

Heroes:

my parents. my dog. i think there's a kernel inside all of us that is capable of this when called upon.

My Blog

Ode to the Underdog...

I was cursed with knees that turn in; eight years old, crying buckets of tears when my first crush called me knock-kneed. My best friend quelled the tide by reasoning that my freckled, knobby knees ar...
Posted by nainsi on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 02:31:00 PST

What A Little Starlight Can Do...

I always wished I had the mathematical mind required to be an astronomer. I know so little about the stars, but I love how ancient cultures were able to construct buildings into which the sun would on...
Posted by nainsi on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 06:47:00 PST

Equinox...

So last night I drive into Toronto. The way I go is to take the backroads as far as I can 'cause I like to avoid the major highways as much as possible. I went to catch Iron and Wine at the Music Hall...
Posted by nainsi on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 11:08:00 PST