Nuts, you are hungover? What were you drinking, something impressive i hope.

Like pumpkin beer. Did you know you can brew beer in a pumpkin? I didnt. Man oh man, you in for learning something new tonight:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG8dewjsG48

Tonight, we were talking at marimba, about our road trip next week ( we re playing in saanich) and my god, I'm excited. I'm getting a ride down with Carmanagh, and Forrest and Elizabeth will be there too, oh and Rob ( our drum man). And man, this is just going to be a cool trip. We are also sleeping over1 and it will be my birthday the next day and man oh man, things are nice.

(got mallots to play the marimba at home!)

Also, i don't know.

I nearly got killed by a dog when i was riding my bike home. I swear, i was riding my bike, all none-gallantly, and then bam! this huge German Shepard, ready to kill every bit of me. I shined the flashlight, in his eyes, no luck. Still death in his eyes. Man i was scared. I prayed to the gods (god?) up above, praying that they would keep me safe. And that they did, seconds later, two cars from both directions came, and i got a speedy getaway. The end. Also, imagine the scene infused with fog, and no light, just my own.

Anyways, that was like, what? one hour ago? Not even?

Oh well, i have a ideal for your letter, ill be mailing it out tommorow.

Hope the goodlife is treating you well.

That's Me

So today I had this converstion... remember when we said that the only thing that my last name rhymes with is "bitchy" ? Well I don't know why I never thought of "itchy" and "snitchy" which may or may not be a word...
Anyway I'm supposed to write this dumb essay about possible influences of Emily Carr when she went to France in 1910 and I know jack nothing about this Carr character because I'm pretty sure she has never been mentioned in class and I grew up not likig her work because my mom doesn't like it, although when I think about its not really that bad. Luckily for me I know that France in 1910 was cubist-time and expressionism fit in there somewhere too (this will save my life one day, I swear) I'm impressed with your tramping plans. I don't know if I'm going to make it through tonights run, I'm slightly hung over. shhhh I don't drink half as much as the most of the kids here. And anyway its not like I did anything that stupid. We went down to the James Joyces bistro/ billiards hall, which wasn't really that smoky/bawdy like I expected. On the bus downtown every single person was tipsy and I sat next to this scottish guy named Craig who was on his way to a scottish pub... I thought this was dumb. Anyway then some guy in the back started a sing along and everyone joined in. It's a feeling of conclusion that you rarely get anywhere else. Everyone just out to relieve stress and enjoy themselves. When we were waiting for the bus later we were looking in the windows at Chapters and some really drunk guy came up behind us and asked what we were looking at and offered us some popcorn that he had got from some girls farther down the road. It was only natural to accept.
In the last week I have met: a Serbian named Sandra, a Nigerian named Sam, a Scot named Craig, a South African named Baz, another South African named Francois, and a nameless english guy. I have therefore decided to live in the city for ever and ever and ever. Maybe not always the same city though.

Not so impressive anymore

Mortimer, i regret to say that i have yet to get ontop of that letter of yours. It's on my mind constantly, always. (this is true i promise) For instance, i write a to-do list at the bottom of my journal entries everyother day- and "Write ____(Mortimer) a letter" has been there, with a little check box, waiting to be checked, for a while. So, keep waiting i guess.

Also, i need to get ontop of my "hike everymorning plan" back on again, I guess it was apart of my new years resolution of sorts. Except the first week of new years, i felt like shit, and it just went all down hill from there. So Tommorw, wish me like, while you'll be running miles, i'll be tramping up hills and on simple roads, through forests, to find that filler for a void.

I'm half way through the 2009 best none required reading. So far there has been stories of triplets (in their 20's) all getin' it on with this mexican guy, who alwaysssssss wanted to do it with triplets. There was also a story that talked about where we came from, and brought up this thing that happened a while back, where this lady had invetro fetilisation, and accidently had a black ladies baby, plus her own. (the first lady was white) and so, a black and white baby came out one day, and then they took this court. The white mother wanting to have it so that the white son and the black son have time to hang out, while the black counterparts, would have nothing to do with it. It was interesting to say the least.

My feet are cold right now, just so you know. I'm also growing carrots in the window seal. How romantic huh?

Another book i'm reading is a collection of short stories from ukrain. I think you were there when i bought it back in qualicum? It was a purple hard cover? Anyways, theres this one line that really stands out to me( the story is called "a stone cross", and it;s cool because it talks about how this family is moving to canada, leaving there farm, and comming to canada, it's it like wow! connection!! that what my ancient family did!!) :

" OK. Old one, let's go. March, einz, zwei, drei. Let's go. We'll dress like lords and we'll go and rule."

And i dont know, i just really like that line and i wanted to share it with you.

Yeah! saw that house design. Weird thing: how come your post didn't show up until after mine but is underneath it in the chronology department? Whatevah.

You will be happy to know that the midterm I stayed up late last night to study for was a breeze. Turns out I'm a genius at sanskrit, except for this one vocab word which I'm pretty sure I've never seen before.

So last night, as I told you, I went to the dinner for english nerds to 'mix and mingle' at. And there was random trivia for prizes- one of them a competition to see who could write down the most Shakespear plays... and this one girl got 31 out of 36. Let me tell you. It was impressive. I didn't even remember King Lear, let alone Titus Andronicus. I guess the reason why that man is so popular still is the number of plays he popped out in his time. It's like Robert B Parker nowadays, apparently he's written 50 books about this one detective and his infamous dog. I will be lucky if I manage to get one out of these fingers. As TD would say: "oh fingers, don't fail be now..." except he manages to make it sound timeless and anthemic.

I should go have a shower and get ready for this bday party I'm going to tonight for a girl I barely know. She's in first year university and she is just turning 18. can you spell overachiever? Just kidding she's sweet and it should be fun, if my wing man doesn't get smashed and throw herself around too much :)

hoi hoi hoi hoi.

laaaaast Niiiiiight (she said) I went to see the Great Lake Swimmers play at Alix Goolden Hall, which by the way is the nicest venue hevah, and have thusly decided that Tony Dekker should come live with me. You just can't get the same sound when that shit is recorded. Another place where I enter a state of transendental bliss. No matter how crap my day was, seeing live music (good live music) just makes me beyond happy. I got them to sign my CD and the lead singer wrote "T. Dekker vs. his songs" which stirkes me as a weird thing to enscribe a CD with but there we go. Best not to question genius.

Also in good news I saw Zoola yesterday and it was nice. We talked for a bit. She is going to Calgary this weekend for her grandmothers birthdday (i think) so she can smashed and naked in Alberta before she comes back to BC to get smashed and naked for her own birthday. I also met her friend Cat who she talks about constantly and I was not pleasantly surprised. For one thing, I met her on the bus where she and her friends had been talking about clothes for about twenty minutes- I was making fun of them in my head basically the whole time while keeping an eye on this guy sitting across from me (backwards) who looked like he was going to me sick. Anyway this Cat character was going to see the Fiddle and the Drum, which is cool I guess.

so I took a moment out of studying for my Asian Religions midterm on hinduism to bring you that really exciting story. what is interesting about sanskrit is that a lot of the words sound like parts of english words. And apparently this isn't a coincidence. Ages and ages ago we were all related. Which means we still are :)

(I started this post yesterday night...)

Mortimer, Miss Mortimer. Even though I'm talking to you on msn right now (off and on) and talking to GPM (good looking Persian man), I'll start writing this post. I'm going to start off and say "Sorry for not mailing you a letter back yet" I haven't got anything good to say, at all. Everything good i have, i usually tell you on msn. Maybe I'll start ignoring you, but that wouldn't work out in the end.

Any who:

I made croissants today, well, rolled the butter into the pre=fermented, chilled dough, let it cool, then roll it out again, and then cooled it again and then yet again rolled it out and then baked it, then figuring out it had a bit too much butter for the butter to flour ratio, thus, well the finished product looked nice,but alot of the butter, that could of been saved for something else, melted onto the pan, then to the bottom of the stove, creating little fires. Next time? Less butter.

I also went snooping through ffffound, and found this marvelous home. This apartment in lovely humlegarden, Stockholm (obviously Europe). Just think Mortimer, if this were our new house. I don't really agree with the pure white furniture, among other things.

But isnt it wonderful? heres the link to the thing-http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/9/view/5991/tham-videgard-hansson-arkitekts-apartment-at-humlegarden-stockholm.html

I'm Here

So what's the big urgency? just because instead of writing yesterday I went down to beach late at night and howled Disney tunes to the star-lit sky, which later turned into old standards (I believe 'Cry Me A River' was in there at some point)

And today I went and found the public library, which was mind blowing after what I am used to in Peetown with endless amounts of Danielle Steele and Clive Kussler. Not that there's anything wrong with those... It's just the sight of so many poetry books in a row brought on this Great Calm. Like that time that I was really stressed out and went to wander through the stacks at the uni library. Instant cure I tell you.

What else did you want to know? It's okay if you have a gig, I may have to show up with roses and or chocolate like a proper Valentine. And it might me nice to see those old friends. Also I have not seen Zoola lately and I can't really decide if I even want to- I think I do.

And tonight I am running TWO MILES. which isn't actually that far. But still. I mean two miles sounds pretty impressive. Gotta milk this for what its worth.

And it turns out the secret reason why I don't like tofu is because it makes me feel sick. Especially when accompanied by sexual innuendoes, as it was. Not to mention tartar sauce. There's a reason why its named after hell

Mortimer

Guess what? Today, i've finally put off my procratination and started making croissants, i specifically bought two pounds of butter the other weekend, while at the super store in nanaimo (because they were 3.58 $ a pound, which is amazing, because here in parksville they are 5 dollars average) and they've been sitting there, waiting for my lawful, baking fingers.

It starts out with this pre-fermenting goop of flour, milk and yeast, which i had out sitting on the counter for a couple hours, and just recentlyi put it in the fridge, so i can deal with it later on tonight (after work).

I also have been eating bowls of borsht all day and have descided that while i'm living with my katima family down yonder,wherever, ill suggest that we make it once and a while, because of it's awesome goodness, vegetables and apparently we live off each of us for food, 5.50 a day, meaning this could be a awesome choice.

How's your day going? Talked to Zoola at all? I havent at all. Talked to tyson, apparently he had to go to the dentist today (how exciting).

Mortimer oh Mortimer, where are you? Turns out I might have a gig on valentines day, so you might have to prolong your hot date for a bit more, (knox, show at 6) and meet me up laterz.

What else... aaaaah nothing at all, my hands are covered in scratches, at least 6 that are easily counted and I know for a fact, that i don't know where they came from, thus another page in the book of mystery.

I know nothing of beer Mortimer, so why talk about it? I was thinking about that (me and my connecting with booze) ce soir, while walking down sunrise, and i realized, that when i am in montreal and if i do choose to go out for a drink or meet a hot date or business partners or anything with my new best friends forever, i'll know nothing of to get for a drink. I'll be like " Uhh, wine" and look like a bum doing so. I've heard of a slingapour sling, which is something that sounds sweet, but at the same time, i just might have to order anything that has pineapple in it. Makes sense?

I finished "Eating Animals" a bit ago, so you'll be getting that soon. I also found my birthday cirtificate today, meaning "i'd time" here i come!

I really don't have anything interesting to update you with. Hope you are having one hell of a night.

That Picture Made Me Smile Too

arghhhhh.... never going that long without playing soccer again. Why do my arms hurt? How is that at all related to sprinting? And we didn't even win.

There is my complaint for the day- oh wait, I have another one: why is my neighbour so eager to get me to come kick boxing with her? I can't hit people when I'm not mad at them

Ok good news now: it isn't raining! (although it may as well be- grey as... pavement that's been spit on my a horny teenage boy) And there are still people outside walking around in shorts. AAAAnd I'm going to play billiards on friday, which will inevitably lead to sex in inappropriate locations. Or me winning copious amounts of blackmarket dollars.

Funny Story About Beer and Beowulf: so the other day I wrote as my status that I was sick of Old English (by which I literally meant the old version of the language English) and so when --- commented that I should try Stella Artois, which is a step up, I had literature on the brain and thought the name was vaguely familiar. So when I looked up Stella- who I had envisioned as this renegade Victorian era novilist- I was Very Dissapointed when I realized that the reason this name was familiar was because it was a kind of beer. And so is Old English I guess. And I am dumb... And I should drink more beer

Thanks Mortimer, the picture actually made me smile.

Today is a cleaning day today at my house and i'm figuring out exactly what i need for katimavik. Mostly it's tshirts, bathing suit. Also i'm making dog treats, peanut butter ones and my god, i made the yummiest cup cakes yesterday too... http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2010/01/hot-fudge-sundae-cupcakes/
I say, this is a amazing cup cake recipe, but it only made 8 big cupcakes, still, enough for everyone in my family to have one as a perfecto dessert.

Hope your enjoying the sunny day :)

Wounded Mother I`ll Never See

Shark, if I were there I would give you a ten minute hug. Meanwhile I'm stuck in Victoria. Going to a political rally today to protest Steven Harper's sweaters. Or something like that. And late last night I couldn`t sleep so I went on Omegle, and right in the middle of this convo about British politics with this nice boy from England, he asked me if I was horny. It has never occured to me that Margret Thatcher might turn anyone on, but there we go. Apparently I`m asexual+ immun to that kind of stuff.

I feel the same way about Haiti, man. All I can do at this point is sit behind a bakesale table because at this point I don't even have money to offer.

And the picture above? That's the three of us. Zoola and I on respective ends. Shark in the middle with all her hair piled on top. And some squeez in the background mackin' on that poor little boy. That's totally how you hold a camera anyways Shark. I`ve never understood your one-handed magic

I'm feeling kindof bleh right now.

I feel like swimming, but I also feel like hugging someone for ten minutes straight (which the intention in place, and no awkwardness at all). I also feel sad i guess in general. Ive been exposed to all sorts of media all day, the daily news paper, talk shows, news, radio- all talk of the same thing, the same thing being the shit going down in Haiti and the more i hear it in my ears, the more i wish i could do more then donate money. Maybe i could be a doctor and have already joined Doctors without Borders, or maybe be such a pressence that something can be happened as quickly as possible. All i'm saying is that in theory i rather be donating skills then money, for i such the first will be used better then i could hope. But i can't, so money it may be.

I have to admit, that looks pretty gross

Yes, I am jealous of your homecooked meals (and your collection of eggplants) But I am a little confused by what exactly it is you're eating. And I can't really envision you as a vegetarian, really. There have been too many times when you've been like: "I just feel like goat right now..." and the rest of us have rolled our eyes. Who will take over the position of ecclectic-eater?? And I was flipping through channels the other day and landed on 90210- guess who was referenced?! Jonathan Safran-Fracking-Foer! On pop. TV! So you will understand if everything I write doesn't make sense because I am busy scraping the ooze off the walls.

In other news I ran into Zoola and her friend Jethro (real name- hilarious) and she was in one of her brisk/agressive moods and sat really far away on the bus and didn't talk except to tell me to come see her play- which I have already seen. SO. Not too impressed with her.

Also tonight I had orange-ginger stirfry with extra veggies because the guy making it was nice. Not to mention a-ok looking. (Maybe should go for a job serving stirfrys?)

I have a knitting problem too. I keep adding on stiches by accident without realizing it. What the hell is happening?

Mortimer, this is what my family is eating tonight.

You know, the more and more i read " Eating Animals" By Jonathan Safran Foer, the more i realize that being vegetarian wouldnt be the end of the world. Sure it connects me to memories, memories that wouldnt be the same without the meat and the people eating meat, but because we have all formed our memories around that sort of thing, animals are paying with it. Because there are too many of us, there are too many of pigs and poultry suffering to meet the demands and money flowing.

I guess what I really want, is if i'm going to be eating the flesh of another, he or she should be only dead after a epic, heart felt battle, and my husband, who is a lookalike lumber jack, walking up the wood path with the animal over his shoulder, scratches over my mans face, and the pride! in the dead animals eyes.

Mortimer, you'll get this book before i leave (don't worry!) and i think you'll be feeling the same way

Oh and for your mental note, the day that i'm talking of, still hasnt arrived.

January, eh?

As I write this I am watching people pass under my window, which is safely half-concealed by a tree. I have to admit that even I find this weather rediculous. Five minutes ago a group of over-eagers were out there tossing a frisbee back and forth in tshirts. (wait, that guy just took off his shoes and rolled up his pants!!!) Yesterday I wore flip flops to my late afternoon class. Not that it's been sunny or anything. Just goddam warm. I've worn a winter jacket a grand total of twice this winter.

Meanwhile Edmonton is experiencing colder temperatures than anywhere in the world and Florida's got frost. Nuts.

147?!

High fives all around... unless this is the number of times this page has been visited ever? In which case at least half of that number is me. So you will be happy to know that I have escaped the fetal position and have had probably the best Monday I have had. Ever.

Starting of course with my decision to skip French class because for one thing it is in a computer lab in the basement- which in itself is a crime- and for another because it was sunny for the first time. Ever. So instead of going to write French stuff in the Clerihue dungeon, I went into town and bought apricot tea from a famous tea shop and wandered through limp rose gardens. Next I went to find out how much I owe for tuition and Guess What! The answer is nothing! If that doesn't just make you jump out of your seat with joy, I frankly do not understand you people. Other good news: I joined the English Union for Nerds Like Me (coincidently listening to Wolf Like Me- har) aaand I get to go watch a nice looking flamenco guitarist Saturday night with none other than Mommy-dearest.

Shark I do not understand your root fetish- but I guess everyone needs a hobby

intense roots!

A Story With Two Conjugated Verbs- By Request

L'air sale. L'eau calme. Un vent doux. L'odeur de vieux bois. Les rigoles de deux amis. Un bateaux attendant, au bord du quai. Un pied trop lourd. Une planche brisee, eclater sous le force d'un pied suivis par un jambe et puis un corps molle. Les cries des deux amis. L'eau sans limite, un labyrinthe d'espace vide. L'eau etouffant. Un bras capable. L'apparition du soleil. Le retour du calme. Les rigoles nerveux de deux amis.

Thanks Shark... looking brighter today, especially with that comic. Although I'd have to say in Deborah's position I'd prolly do the same thing. I mean word art with corpses? Can you spell crazy? Anyways two minutes ago my friend Evan knocked on the door and told me that her dog had just been put down... so now there is the theory that our hallway is cursed, especially since the girl right next door has a dog with terminal cancer. I think we know how this story will end. Besides all this we went out for dinner to this awesome pasta place tonight and basically made sex jokes about the bus boy the whole time. Definetly "model hot" as Mr. Bey would say.And to add to the spending spree, I bought Herodotus' Histories from the book store for half the original price, which means that I am officially broke and will have to get a job tomorrow if I want to be able to pay tuition. Which I do.

Mortimer! I hope you are feeling better this morning, or at least got some sleep and is sleeping in! Secret note, you should check out Evening Primrose oil ;)



On a side note, have you watched the cousines video from Vampire weekend? I have, like six times, and it's really nice. Like ten minutes ago i was searching for this video to post on the blog and i found this shitish quality one on this music blog, and descided naw, i'll find a better one, i know i could, or at least i think i could. And lone and behold youtube saved my life. Except not really, so i'll find you the video anyways.






So i really like this video.


And i really like the following comic, just because, when cartier sent to yonder, (yonder being me) i laughed out loud-




heres the link to the comic:
http://pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF084-No_Survivors.gif

Anyways, hope you are having fun at university right now, right now im drinking sugary tea and listening to my mom say how nice it is not having to start a fire everytime it went out for my crazy gma, who expected a warm house ALWAYS.

This is written from the fetal position, listening to my electric kettle drown out the "Song of the Shepherd's Dog" or whatever its called. Actually I think it's called "Wolves" and then the last bit in brackets... What looks like a pine needle just came out of my kettle, and I honestly could care less about where the hell it came from. Every move I have made in the last hour and a half has reminded me that I am a woman (including dashing to the bathroom with a watering mouth and still having to smile and greet the girl coming in the other side and pretend I'm just in there for the usual reasons) Men, consider yourselves lucky. To top it all off my 830 class this morning was cancelled, so waking up at 730 to lie in bed thinking about having a shower was clearly not the best choice. No wait- to top it all off my dog died on friday morning and everytime I tell someone I get choked up in a way that I used to do about my mom. I don't understand people who don't cry when their dogs die, especially when they are old (Not naming any names) What I feel right now is something akin to how Will Smith feels when Sam dies in that movie with zombies.

I guess you could blame it on the hormones. But it feels like more people than ever want to be my friend right now and all I want to do is lock my door and listen to sad music. I just wish my 'real friends' were here to take my mind off things (you know who you are)

A wonderful painting but no other then my best friend allisons chulnik- a lovely lady who lived up the staires of this newly reno'ed appartment i was living in for the 5th decade of my life. She had a green kitchen, something i've always admired. She had a library, though she never actually called it a library, just a room of books. But coincidently you could also call that a library, so it makes sense that she did.

I met her while walking down the staires on my usual 630 am walks/stroll around the block. See, i dont really like bragging, but i do more or less consider myself a explorer of sorts. I explored vast lands in my youth and my neighbourhood has been a pretty interesting scene lately.

Persian princes, men in black, men with beards, things that don't make sense and dutch men seem to be the scene -If ya know what i mean.

Avatar

Just had a relevation from my e-book about Hinduism. Theory: the word Avatar used by James Cameron et. al. comes from the term avataras which are the incarnations of Visnu, Rama and Krsna, as seen in 2nd century BCE epic poems.

Hollywood has really outdone itself. It was like discovering that the philosophers stone was really something, that Tolkien borrowed the idea of the rings from Beowulf, and that Twilight is basically Wuthering Heights with a few minor changes.

Portrait of a Child With Rooster and Cigarette

Well, I'd say this picture is representative of... Industry? Or maybe the photographer just wanted to freak everybody out. Either way my French prof sounds like a cat. And today she spent an hour and a half teaching us how to use word on a mac and then how to use a dictionary. So I am toying with the idea of bringing oranges to the next class. Who the hell is deadly allergic to oranges anyways? She's basically asking to be killed.

Do You Like The Fish?

I wonder what this is made out of