Namaste and Salaam and HOLYJEEEEEEZ its a hot tamale, non? I am sending you biglovey energy from my humble place on this blessed planet. Ahh, yes….we are yammering on about the suprising wave of exciting weather, here in Vancouvie. (I’ve included photos of my, personal view of the sunset, from my balcony. That moment was 34degrees!!!)
Yup. Clothing optional weather! LOL!

It has been tremendously, unusually hot. I have been surviving on kachumber salads (cucumber, tomato, sweet onion) which may or may not be related to the famous Shirazi salads (same ingredients) and equally as soothing to the body.
Sadly, my kid (yes, I know he is a dog) has been, basically, contemplating suicide with the brutal heat.
Luckily for moi, Nicklas has slept through most of his discontent. He is sleeping much more, being over 12yrs of age, now.

I, On the other hand, am sleeping less (if you can believe that). The heat is one factor. The surgery+Arimadex is another. I am completely disillusioned with both. In my repeated attempts to stay centered, and keep it all in perspective, I force myself to remember LAST year. Even though I currently look like an ostrich (post-surgery dangerbelly, etc) I am finding the laughs. Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. (Sound convincing?) LAST year,
I was waaaay more edemic! I was bald. I was embarking on, what would become, The Gongshow of radiation. And this was all before the Heinous Staph Infection.
Yup. Last summer there was no Happy Kachumber salads to occupy my efforts.
Sri Annastasia (May She Rest in Peace) was still alive.
She would have HATED this heat! LOL!
So as I realize all my perceptions regarding This Moment, I am also very grateful. Om Hare Om.
AT THIS MOMENT I AM GRATEFUL because we are playyyyying!
This weekend, we head up to Kelowna for their CENTER OF GRAVITY event!!!! It is allll about sports (bikes, volleyball, roundball,wakeboarding) and entertainment (moi, Kardinal Offishall, Danny Fernandes, dj Grizz Lee, Antipop, Disco Dave, etc.) And I am FREAKING!!!!!!!
I am soooo stoked! There are alotalot of cool athletes up there, competing and showing up their mad skills. I hope to meet some of them. (See their bio pages at www.centerofgravity.ca )
Plus, I’m thrilled to be able to hook up with my pal, Kardinal Offishall. He is def one of my heros!!!! (*gush*)
The temp is supposed to soar well into the 40s all weekend! Ought to make for crazysweaty (HYPERHYDROSIS!) Shows!
I can’t wait!
Playing the gigs and seeing all you beautiful Friends, makes all my Arimadex/healthbullshit/disillusionment go away!!! THANK YOU FOR THAT!!! You continue to be my STRENGTH! And in my remembering LAST year….I was still only DREAMING of playing shows.
*beam* and I visualized the gigs and the sweat and the fun and your beautiful faces!!!!!!!!!! And here we ARE!
May THIS MOMENT find you feeling beautiful and centered and happy and healthy and peacefully calm and positive. Om Nama Shivaya.
Enjoy the heat and marvel at it. :)
I will see you in Kelowna!!!!
Bring your swimsuits!!!!!!!!!! Boooyah!!!! Try the cucmbers (juice em!!!! With a melon!! Yum!!! Sattvic+cooling!!!)
Peace, love, highest blessings and bliss,
Love,
Biffy
Xoxo

P.s. I am sorry to be missing my favoritefavorite VANCOUVER PRIDE weekend!!! I am there in spirit+love!!!! Please enjoy and celebrate!!!! Have fun this weekend at Pride! Www.vancouverpride.ca
Love and blessings! Xoxo

Namaste and Sai Ram to everyone!!! I send you blissenergy and hope your week is going perfecto!!!!
I am soooo excited I just had to show you THE KING OF KARMA VIDEO!!!!!
This is a song veryvery dear to my heart, recorded in honor of a slain friend whom I can speak little about (its the law). May he rest in peace. Om Nama Shivaya. Om Hare Om.
This video was directed by Amir Aziz, an accomplished visual artist, poet, creative entity, digital artist, and exemplary Human whom I admire and had the priveledge of working with (he also did MY ARTWORK on The Promise record!) He also works with artists like K’NAAN, RZA, Tiesto, and MOI!!!!!!!!! :)
We shot the video in a space of Amir’s discovery, in Gastown, one rainy night. It was great to work with him and I hope you like this video as much as I do!
Have a stellarbeautiful heatwavey rest-of-the-week! I send you my adoration and positivity, as always: you RULE.
Om Nama Shivaya…
Love,
Biffy
Xoxo

http://www.united4iran.com
http://www.stopchildexecutions.com
http://www.nazanin.ca
http://www.nationalpost.com/news/story.html?id=1814570
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzJc2OEtyR8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B4FsohOZsI

Namaste and Salaam to eveyone of you Beautiful People! I am sending you all Highest Blessings and I hope today finds you on your true path, finding good health, success and bliss. Om Nama Shivaya. Word! :)
This past Saturday, I had the great honor of standing together with hundreds of people in Vancouver, on the steps of The Vancouver Art Gallery in our efforts to show support with Global Action Day for Iran.
My dear friend and one of my heros, Nazanin Afshin-Jam, was at the forefront. Nazanin is an international Human Rights Activist, one of the most inspirational women in the world, who is a FREEDOM FIGHTER! She speaks as a Voice for the voiceless, and fights injustice. She lives in Vancouver.
Can I get a “hell, yeah!!!”
This year, she received the Human Rights Hero Award (2009) from UN Watch in Geneva, Switzerland. (She also received the Global Citizenship Award by University of British Columbia’s Alumni Association, among many others…)
Nazanin is the president and co-founder of StopChildExecutions and is setting an example for me, and for all of us, on living life with PURPOSE AND INTENTION.
Amen!
As you can see, I’ve included the websites I would like you to see at the top. I have also included some of my favorite clips I’ve found (links) of Nazanin’s appearances.
I urge you guys to investigate further, and to educate yourselves with her work.
And with the world.
We do all live in our little bubbles, struggling to make ends meet and to stay healthy and find “happiness”. Granted. Life is often a struggle.
But we must endeavour to always be mindful of the fact that it is a luxury for us to live here, eat our happy little bananas, whine about the heatwave or the bike lanes, and everything else on our happy little plates.
We are veryveryvery lucky. Very blessed.
Let’s make ourselves aware, and use our healthy happy voices to contribute and continue to always live with RIGHTEOUSNESS and PURPOSE.
Create dialogue. Spread the word. Be a leader. Fight the Good Fight.
We must support the people of Iran in their struggle for BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS, DEMOCRACY, and FREEDOM.
Om Nama Shivaya.
Om Hare Om. :)
Stand tall and be inspirational,
Love,
Biffy
Xo

NamasteSussreekallSalam and Howdy to every single one of you Treasures. I hope this finds you healthy and happy and enjoying this moment.
I am loving this week! Edmonton show, studio time, heat and beautiful creative endeavours everyday. Life is pretty cool.
But I’m a bit haunted…
I do have a confession, Cherished Ones.
I am still a fuckin killer, and its killing me.
Ahhh, yes….ahimsa. Non-violence.
A basic goal. An integral cog in the wheel of a belief system. It remains highest priority, for the most part.
I really know it is a lifelong, important and rewarding path. Om Nama Shivaya. Love this shit! Love it. :)
Except……bees. (Don’t get me wrong. I do not buy beevomit, a.k.a. “Honey” cuz I think its stealing and we use agave nectar…..buuuuut….I’m violent with them and its “fear-based” and ignorant)
*d-oh!*
Yes, there is a song on The Promise album (”Honeybee”) where I do confess a true story about my having killed a bee in my kitchen, one fateful morning. I was consumed with guilt. Sri Annastasia (May She Rest In Peace) and Nicklas and I all, collectively, felt we were under attack of this aggressive species (not to be confused with the “stingless bee”, let’s be clear!)
History behind it all??? Well..
I was stung on the hand at a Kentucky bible camp when I was 10. My hand swelled and rendered me out-of-comission for the next week of activities. (Yes..let’s remember..my beloved parents were missionaries and quite active in the Trinity United Methodist Church down in Lexington. My two sisters and I attended various “camps” every summer……a whole other bunch of stories which we won’t touch upon, today. Ummm….I digress, suprisingly.LOL!)
Back in the kitchen..
This was an incident which began my well-honed fear of buzzywuzzies (bees).
Then a couple other stings along the way, and then, last year, in FULL chemo mode (say, mid-docetaxel..one of the most heinous drugs of my personal chemo regime) sick and bald and icky..but determined to go for a bike ride around the seawall all the way past Granville Island and right before Kits Point……I took a big-ass bee in full sting-mode right in the mouth! Shitdamn!
You know the drill. Physiological gong-show (yet so strangely fascinating) with the whole histamine-action,swelling face+lips (sooo hot, by the way!) And the choking.
Longlonglong story short, I survived (Walker made me sit in a coffeeshop with an ice cube on my inner lip so he could pull the stinger out after a short while.)
I am not into it. Didn’t care for the experience. It smarts. I swell. I cough and choke. Doesn’t appeal to me.
So, like most of us, I “avoid” the bee-action. They buzz around in a park?
I side-step them and sashay my way around them, with my little “eeeeeek!” Cries.
In my KITCHEN (also known as my “favorite place” most mornings) it is very much a problem.
No sooner do I see the tresspasser (who, unfortunately, probably didn’t choose to be in the appartment but is looking for a way out) than I yell, “A BEEEEEEEEEEE!” And run to the diningroom/living room/bathroom wide-eyed and wild-in-the-mind. The babydogs race in behind me, shaking and cowering (as they are, unfortunately, conditioned by MY behaviour)
It is always such a production. I am SUCH an idiotic suckhole about bees.
Its stupid.
And its just plain uncalled for. Unnecessary. Delusional. Cruel. (Hangs head in shame)
And THIS week, the same thing happened (but just Nick and I, this year…oh- and I no longer have jaundice! LOL!)
And the same result: I deliberately set out to whack it. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I am beneath that bee.
I said I was sorry to it, and Nicklas (who wanted to eat the corpse) and I took its little body and placed it in the flower bed on the walkway to the marina beside my building. We were quiet the rest of the day.
I have decided I can no longer participate in any insect swatting. It is devistating, I’m sure, for the insect family who misses their deceased insect person (yes, the “person” part of the sentence is allllll part of my need for therapy! )
So, Loveies, as we all head into a weekend filled with untold delights, I hereby promise you (and myself) I am going to celebrate and honor the insects in my midst, and work toward a more “non-harming” attitude.
Killing is wrong.
Well……except arthropods. (If I had a centipede crawling on me…..I would definatelydefinately lose it. If I couldn’t kill it I would, literally, be forced to chop my own leg off to remove it from my person!!!!!!!!!!!)
*sigh*
All we can do is live with RIGHT INTENTION. And I intend to try harder. :)
Have a BEEutiful weekend and live every moment FULL ON and know I am sending you bliss and love from my heart,
Fuckin’ Horns Baby! See you at the shows!
Om Sai Love,
Biffy
Xxooxox

Namaste et bonjour! Salaam y hola! Sussreekall-n-yo!yo! Happyhappy day to everyone! Blessings and bliss to you all.
I trust the week will be productive, healthy and fun. :)
Om Sai Ram! Ya betcha ass it will! Right?
Speaking of ass…..today I am driven to touch upon (but not “touch” up on) Kelly Clarkson.
(I have a bee in my bonnet, this morning.)

Yes. Kelly. Let’s discuss:
She is an incredible vocalist.
Yes.
She is extremely pretty.
Yes, she is.

And that’s all.
:)

As it should be in our mention.

But, what’s that, you say? Pardon? People have MORE to add? About WHAT?
Her voice? Her writing? Her performances? Okay.
But….about her WEIGHT? (I would like to remind you: I AM a martial artist and an expunk who will feel aggressive, physically, in order to Defend the Righteous) *insert Pranayama here*
Breathe.

Fuck that! No!no!no! Fuck everyone. Poor girl! What does THAT have to do with anything???? (Ya feel me?)
Poor Kelly!
On the West Coast of North America, it seems like society wants chicks to have triathlete-esque bodies with bigbig boobs oin em. Given the bodyfat percentages/BMI required to get the “triathlete” look, big boobs AINT gonnba happen.
Our beauty standards are ridiculous.
We are all ridiculous.
I am including myself in that.
(In that I too fall prey to holding MYSELF up to certain standards) stupid.
No, you know I do not approve of “sizeist” comments. I, like you, try to never buy into that hooey.
Its WRONG because its stupid.
We tsk-tsk and admonish people, and blame them for, their weight. (But this is mostly in OUR Western culture…….where, clearly, we mustn’t have any REAL problems). There are entire industries based upon this fact.
Because we will judge others.
And we will judge ourselves.
We ALL do it.
(That is not very “Love-Myself-Today”)
Which brings us to…tits:

One-month-into being on Arimadex, I’m feeling the whole picture.
Hot flashing was something I THOUGHT I was experiencing, before (with chemo) but noooooooooooooooo! We are now -IN the trenches with the new meds.
Hotflash=heart palpitations, near-fainting-level-heatstroke, and COMPLETE insomnia.
Hmmm. On one hand ( and you gotta KNOW I’m gonna look at it this way first) iit is fascinating. Is it my hypothalamus? Its effects on the pituitary? What is it? Do my vessels dialate? Can you see it happen? Do the capillaries show up on the cheeks? What?what? LOL!
And the real pisser, here?
Bigswollenboobies.
No big deal, right? Hmph.
Again, in our culture, this should be considered a “reward”. A “silver lining” as people are lining up everyday to buy inmplants- with or without cancer.
And I get it.
And boobs are udderly gorgeous- no matter the size. Right?
But Arimidex is givin me elephantitus. Kinda not cool for me. Not very comfortable.
Can’t hit a ball straight. Can’t shoot a puck straight. Look like a wetnurse (aint that illegal or somethin?)
But. BUT…I can’t complain. “Arimadex could save my life”. (There. I said it outloud. Thank you, Ganesha)
Sooo…..as I admonish the admonishers for admonishing Kelly Clarkson, I must admonish myself for admonishing myself for the same stupid admonishments I’m admonishuing for.
Jeezus.
(Say THAT ten times fast!)
I hope everyone of you feels GOOOD about yourself and your situation. I wish you peace of mind, positive mental attitude, and happiness. I want that for you. I want you to succeed.
This week, take time out to remember to love yourself. The feeling will carry you through. And it will spread like a flu. :D
(Okay, not funny)
And express positivity to everyone around you. Big or small. Short or tall. Hot-n-flushed or cool. Don’t be a fool.
Heh, heh.
Loveloveylovelove-da-love and Highest blessings, with a great big Om Shanti and a hug for Kelly,
Biffy-en-route-to-gym
Xoxox