hoping, keep on moping

This is my choice of husband of the week. I've been listening to his music none stop for the week's been. His name is E-dubble and he's been making alright music (links below). Coincidental, he kind of looks like C-man. Minus the lush facial hair and the bright white skin, this guy could really be that guy. Home has been what it's been. Told mother dearest about the garden plans and plans for the summer and things I want to get accomplished. She also had many ideas to share about what to send the Israeli pen-pal of mine (Easter sweets are in the melting pot of thoughts, readers, if you have any other ideas that could fit in the mind set of "Canadian sweets, stationary, office supplies" please share :). They also know full fully about the hike plans and they seem all into it. Sweet. Mortimer, if we bunked. same room. I wouldn't even consider having c-man as a sleepover partner, his house only or off to the highway he would go. Hope the night is going smooth, and this is the sad truth, it's only when I'm far away from you (well, two of you now) it seems that this blog has a sense and meaning. KEEP SAFE. http://hypem.com/#!/item/19xsk/e+dubble+-+Be+A+King

Ok But Wait

Was just thinking that the picture below is a lot like this one... this is my mother's family. Odd to think that 3 of these have passed away, one of them is not speaking to the rest. I have not even met half of their offspring. Anyway

I walked into the room dripping in gold

So apparently I am on buddybuddy terms with my prof (who happens to have written countless books on Anarchist art, and foams at the mouth at the idea of squatters conventions) Hopefully he remembers this when he is marking my papers next term. It's funny, I call him my professor but he has never actually taught me anything in a classroom setting. He wore a three piece velvety suit- pant legs too short, as usual- to present a slideshow from the New York trip. He waved excitedly when we ran into each other downtown.

Anyway, I came home from school today and all the lights were off and it was dead silent. Sabo and I agree that things are WEIRD in this house. I had this daytime fantasy that you didn't actually exist, Shark, and that the person I can relate to the most in this world was this awesome extension of my own imagination. If you ever feel like moving back in to try again, I will personally sell my bed and buy bunks. I will go stay somewhere else when C-Man comes over.

You know when you read 1/2 a book and then suddenly realize that it is a complete waste of time and the writing is terrible anyway? Don't read A Concise Chinese English Dictionnary for Lovers if you do not like this feeling. I had the sudden epiphany that all the characters were douchy.

Anyway, gotta go school myself on some Emily Carr if I don't want to crash and burn on Friday.

Laura- keep posting hot chicks, its got our numbers up.

Miles

If I hadn't left this History essay to the very last moment, it would probably be the most fascinating and informative project of the semester. Nothing like studying brutal massacres and intertribal relations to keep you on your toes.

GROVER'S HOUSE IN 9 DAYS!

Miles

This morning in history class we had a debate over whether it was a good idea to include a historian on a lifeboat in a Great Flood the Second situation. I was happy to be on the side that was against bringing a historian. Or sorry, not even a historian, a History Professor. So someone who not only has no real people skills or practical life skills, but has devoted his/her life to teaching twenty somethings how to look at things that happened ages ago. Surprisingly though (or maybe not seeing as the majority of people in the class are history majors) the vote was tied. I think the whole debate is unrealistic. The situation was supposed to be that the flood wiped out all civilization except for the students at the university. It is supposedly up to these kids to decide on one professor to take up the last spot. But don't you think realistically that the profs would be dictating who got the seats? And in trying to be diplomatic they would likely choose one person from each facutly, the majority of whom would be women so that we could repopulate faster. I think a person's genetic capability would be more of a factor than their knowledge and the potential they have to share it around.

I've been getting nose bleeds all afternoon. I think someone is trying to tell me something...

Miles

Pizza Party, So We Don't Have to Eat This Stuff

I forgot to write down the name of this artist.

You Watched Him Hadcuff Me, Lady

So last night we were walking through the backstreets of Esquimalt, with satisfied bellies from $5 Montreal style poutine and grateful smiles that it had stopped raining in time for our adventure. As we were turning the corner toward a better lit street I recognized the truck of our grade six teacher. And sure 'nough there he was sitting in the drivers seat, with his trade mark pirate facial hair and leer. Brett insisted that I stop staring at that strange man but stops in is tracks. "Wait is that..." Mr. Vollmers pulled away from the lights very slowly...

Yep. That's the extent of my Friday night. Besides sitting on the floor in the kitchen, as always, listening to these two kids from Bowser with identical voices talk about their misadventures with bears, boats,and big trucks. Faces becoming progressively flushed as they sipped their Kokanees. I stuck to Ephemere, don't worry.

Here is a picture of above mentioned grade six teacher, doing impressive wilderness type things, as always.

Doe Eyes, You're kidding Yourself

I'm having a weird day. It's only weird because all the deadlines I had to meet were in the morning and so I have wasted almost the entire day doing... pretty much nothing at all. We went for a thirty second walk about two hours ago. I told myself I was going to read this North African folktale for class tomorrow but have so far only been successful in listening to a certain Los Campesinos song about 4 times, in a row. Those songs are long, ok.

Just wait. Tonight I have to go to Bollywood and watch the Indian Cinema remake of that "Man on Fire" movie. My prof sent the lyrics to one of the major songs to us and it looks rediculous. I could care less about Amitabh Bachchan right now. Plus I just found out that the goodlookin' guy that I sit near is the non-fiction editor of This Side of West. Great great great I just knooooow I going to say something stupid. I seem to be on a roll today

Laura I hope you realize that I have no idea what those words mean and am just here for the laugh track and the pretty pictures. Please take the ones below into consideration, that Chez has so nicely provided us with.

Oh no I am wasting soo much tiimmme. This picture made me chuckle silently.

Or possibly like this?

bet miles looks like this (no disrespect).

The art is cool though.

This bothered me. So I found an anwser.

Turns out that we're both kind of right. The medication in syrups are given in a sugary format because sugar has been proven to coat the pharynx and upper respiratory tract, the effects of which last around two hours. Around this time, the drugs given in syrup begin to act, usually by increasing the output of respiratory tract fluid. That's why it isn't recommended that you take a full dose of cough syrup every couple of hours. One of the articles can be found here:
http://www.bmj.com/content/2/4480/735.full.pdf

And a 20-year old guy from Portland apparently isolated enough dextromethorphan from a couple of bottles of Robitussin to nearly kill himself. Cause, y'know, university kids are pretty smart, but in really stupid ways.

Cause we make the hipsters fall in love

Emma, I know that you're off playing beer pong for a cause, but with water rather than alcohol, and Sarah, you are probably cooking something delicious and talking to wonderful people online, but I am eating a brownie encrusted with nuts, sitting in a patch of sunshine, and relaxin'. So I think I win.

Yesterday, my wonderful Canadian History prof, who very unfortunately teaches a poorly attended 8:30 lecture, started off the day by telling us straight up that the material we were going to be covering was terribly boring. To illustrate this, he showed us a copy of the 40 Resolutions document that Sir John A. had doodled on while they were revising it. He drew a lot of pictures of very ugly men with big noses, so I spent the class trying to copy what he had drawn. Time well spent.

Friday. Friday. Friday. That's my mantra for the week. Just holdin' on till the weekend and getting assignments over with. Emma, I don't know much about cough syrup, but I very much doubt that it's only a combo of alcohol and sugar that makes the difference. I hope you didn't tell Miss Brackett this fun fact; she'll be insufferable and I'll never be able to talk about drugs with her again.

She Said Almond Coloured Sheets are the Best for Dreaming

Miles you blow my mind. You know how you blow my mind? Because I don't even know your gender. I do not know your age, your actual name, whether you have curly hair or flat feet. And yet every now and then you nudge in here with a real nice comment. By the way, if you are by any chance the front man on Myles Black and the Pearly Whites, I admire your dance moves. Also your cover of that Jungle Book song is very good.

On to business. The new drink in this house is fireball whiskey in orange juice, instead of cough syrup and before bed. Because according to this book I smuggled out of my parents' house, cough syrup usually only works because you expect it to. None of the ingredients really do anything except sugar, which puts a coat of goop on your throat making it less irritated, and alcohol which just relaxes you in general. Intereeessssting

I'm being blinded by the sun through the front windows right now. Shark and I walked to Chinatown for carrot cake and london fog/bubble tea, respectively. Laura before you turn into Yvon of the Yukon I have to take you to this place. The coffee is fairtrade and there is a drumkit in this exposed part of the attic. And the bubble tea place has mildly uncomfortable sex jokes in place of names of flavours. Sex with a dirty old man anyone?

i'll tell you a story tomorrow. But right now my head is too heavy

Doing the fever dance. With a lot less enthusiasm.

This is ridiculous.

Last night I stayed up talking to c-man. On the side game, I was searching up cheesecake recipes. I don't know why, but I was. Turns out there is a similar styled juniors recipe going about the online ways. Mortimer, I still can't believe you didn't have this glorious piece of heaven when you went yonder. I hope you'll regret this forever.

Keeping in the Theme of irate carnivores

been having too many encounters with disgustingly healthy food. Yesterday I thought it might be a good idea to mix olive oil, a grapefruit, a handful of cilantro, half a lemon, orange juice, cayenne pepper and two cloves of garlic in a blender. (ReBar calls this a "liver quiver" I like to call it a full body gag) There is some left over in the fridge if you want to come over and try it out. I'm feeling better today but I'm not sure if this is the cause... doubt it.
Anyway Chezick and I were looking up desserts for picnics on the internet and a suggestion was granola. Righto.
Also I am going Indian Cinema crazy, if that is possible. ASK ME ANYTHING! I may tear my hair out and scratch my bits openly but I will know the answer!

Goddamn Laura you make me want oranges. So because yesterday was St.Pat's and the chances that I would have a good time were pretty decent, fate decided to step in and make my entire body ache and (BONUS!) feverish. So I'm sitting at the counter in the kitchen downing my 3rd cup of lemon tea and listening to Dr. Dog (nice, but unfortunately I've missed 2 out of 3 French classes this week, which means that I'mma get pounded on Tuesday....)
One thing that I miss by going to school regularly is the exorbitant amount of hipsters that ride by in their hilarious outfits on their hilarious bikes. Also I get to talk to Shark.
Don't worry zealots- I did get to try green beer.

An orange is the only thing I want right now

And I don't have one.

SALT CURED EGGS?

This is a gross picture. But I love it, It reminds me of "spirited away", and the lovely piggies parents who are chowing away at the sight of all the food, in the invisible, but slowly appearing at the sight of nightfall, party-village ( for lack of words). It's neat though.

Last night though, I'm glad you came over, we had a fun night though. And mortimer, I'm glad you liked the tomato sauce - there was cinnamon, the rest of the white wine, lots of garlic, thyme and a nub of butter.

The sky right now is an amazing blue, and i'm trying to drink down some water, my head is twisting up. The last gilmore girls disk is on, and after, I'm going to head downtown, look for amazing candies, that represent Canada ( and a job on the side...). So far, I'm only thinking of Salt Water taffys, and those maple candies. Maybe that can be enough until I can send him a next one. Maybe I can then get off to coombs, and send him some amazing sweets. I wonder how long fudge can last in the mail? I wonder-er-er-er-er-er.

Here, have a song : http://hypem.com/#!/item/19t7m/The+Knocks+-+Dancing+With+The+Dj+Campfire+Acoustic+Version+

Sometimes I have a dream that I can fly. And I wake up crying

Just had the single greatest yoga experience, taught by a man no less. It's weird that I automatically associate yoga with tiny, planted, muscular middle aged women with no make up or attempts to tame their underarms. But here is a man around my age, with a rediculous looking head band and incredible balance. Plus he played Alexi Murdoch during the "death pose" (not sure of the spelling for the Sanskrit name so.)

anyway tension is riding high in my brain right now, if my spelling is out of wack, we know why. It is because I have ten short essays due Monday and I have only done two. No need to slap my hand, my head already has bruises from being banged against the wall.

And here is a postcard I bought at this anarchist bookstore in New York, to the beat of queer spoken word poetry by a latino girl. (If you are wondering when I will stop talking about this GODdamn trip the answer is never-ever. HA)

yum

today I saw a man with a toque and neck tattoos driving the same kind of car my mom drives. A little image shattering. Just heard about the second earthquake in Japan- according to some, the island shifted 2 meters as a result... can you believe this?
I had strange end of the world dreams last night, combined with strange family tragedy dreams which ended as my ipod alarm went off- 4am. It's still set for 7 New York time. I only remember this when I am awake for it to go off.
There is considerable wildlife living in the eaves of this house. I feel like sleeping beauty in the disney movie, where she lives in a tree surrounded by the wonders of the forest. Except I live in a falling down 100 year old house with remnants of weed plants in the attic and mail that does not arrive when I want it to.

Hey, guys. I'm at work right now, and wonder of wonders, the wireless Internet is up and running. I'm pretty sure I'm thieving it from the 7-Eleven next door, but whatever. A dog in the back won't shut up, and the handyman who works at the clinic is sleeping on the couch. Coffee + strong green tea, and I'm still tired.

I wish I had more exciting things to talk about, but I really don't. Just trying to mark these essays for History. I still don't have your rough draft, Emma.

Summer needs to come quickly, but at the same time, it doesn't. I'm worried that Sally is upset with me; I'll have to talk to her about it soon.

Sorry this post is so boring. When I find a bag of diamonds in a trash can, I'll be sure to inform you ASAP.

Hiya chums. At Bretts house using Matt's power cord, which is nice because I can expell some pent up net surfing energy. Found this channel on youtube called video oddities. Its strange only because of what videos they chose to put on it. For example there is one of a man typing something on a type writer in a bath tub, on a barge, overlooking the New York skyline.
Anyway biggest event of the day consisted of buying super jumbo sized shreddies box for only 6$ wow!
Drinking beer and may become a bit drunk soon as all I've eaten today is doritos and two waffles in the middle of the day. It's one of those days...
Also went to MEC to look at hiking equipment/supplies with the Nootka Trail in mind. Excitement is running high on this side of things, holy hell. We're talking about bringing dehydrated hummus (Chezick's parents have a dehydrator) except it looks like from-unda-cheese. Narsty

SPRUNGed

I friends. Just got home from a school party... as in a party at school. It was in the visual arts building though so I would have to say that it should count more as an anarchist art party. I was able to hide my gum boots in the corner of one room and my backpack and sweater in the giant tent made out of blankets in this other room.
Let me start from skratch here. I went to this meeting for the New Yorkies this afternoon and one of the girls who went with us was in charge of setting up the display for SPRUNG the annual fine arts showcase that actually doesn't stand for anything. Anyway this girl in my Bollywood class (also happens to come from a wealthy family, Surprise!) leant me 5$ so that I could make the entry fee and we entered a whole new realm of crazy. Imagine every remotely strange person you see on a daily basis/ around town and on campus. Imagine them dancing crazily to funk music in a dim room while the more sober half of the crowd makes collages and glues them to one greater collage. Now imagine a cash bar in a corner and a room with black paper and glow in the dark paint. It was basically the kind of thing kids from Pville would do if they had funds and motivations and came from families that would pay for their educations.
I felt like an asshole for not wearing anything more special than a hoodie and jeans. I started a drumming sesh in the tent with a man who was not wearing shoes. I got tipsy off one beer and am still a little buzzed. I am definetly going back next year.

I'm in liking with the kid @ 0:55, the smile gets to me.

A change would do you good

Well, hey. I believe that the Google search engine is a wonderful thing. I just ran a search for "How to dress...(a wound on a dog's leg)" and Google suggested "How to dress...like a hipster". Closely followed by "How to dress...like Ke$ha". Why on earth...? And who are the people looking this stuff up?

I'm resting up after work and contemplating heading downstairs to cut up some peppers to snack on. My landlady threw a dinner party tonight and halfway through I could hear her screaming at someone. Actually screaming. I think the side that I suspected she possessed came to the surface at last. Two more months, man.

I went to work yesterday complaining of sore feet due to excessive heel-wearing, and one of my co-workers gave me a free pair of super-comfortable sneakers and a lift to Jossy's place afterwards because she was worried about me walking. How awesome is that? I also ended up taking some of last night's pizza with me to work, and everyone admired the homemade crust. Yum yum yum.

Recently attempted watching an episode of Jersey Shore. Made it 5 minutes and felt my IQ drop about 20 points.

Lost

Just thinking about the dinner last night. Two things my father does every time we go to a restaurant is 1) ask us repeatedly if we are sure we just want water, what about a lemonade (this time I am glad he convinced me into Dubonnet) and 2) argues with the other patriarch (if there is one) that he should pay more of the bill. It's like family tradition now.
I am on my third coffee of the day so will probably be up all night, especially if I don't get exercise, which looks to be about the case now. I bought a new adapter over ebay for $1.25. If it works properly I will be deeply impressed.

Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock

Wow thanks Miles, not sure how you know these things.

Went out for a day long fantasy tour of the lives of the wealthy. My aunt and uncle are moving to Victoria soon and they bought this house on the hill overlooking the ocean. One-It's massive Two-It's one hundred years old Three- the entire place was spotless. And my uncles brother/cousin or something has an equally daunting, equally old house with paintings on the wall by people I actually know on friendly speaking basis- which was weird for me. And to top the evening off we went to this swanky Italian restaurant (butternut squash canneloni with shitakes and creme fraiche) with real candle chandeliers and waitresses that actually ran. Have you ever had a Dubonnet? It's red winey type thing with sparkling water, but fruity tasting. Delish. Plus I got my bro onto Hoegaarden beer. The Belgians just know what they are doing when it comes to getting drunk the tasty way.

Any old How. My AC adapter on this laptop keeps rejecting outlets. I bid a dollar for one on ebay, I hope they don't make me bid more, I want to go out for waffles tomorrow

bagels with yogurt bitches!

On the Fast Track Cull-de-Sac

So I have a quick funny story from my day: today I lent this girl in the Mac Cafe $0.25 to put milk and sugar in her coffee- because apparently now it costs money. The manager there is a cross between Albrecht Durer (the perfectionist) and Hitler (the Nazi)--> side note: wouldn't it be unfortunate to have the last name Hitler? Like as a distant confused descendant of the Man?

Anyway this guy was like "I usually turn a blind eye, but..."

And I was like "Here."

And She was like "oh thanks so much, maybe I will see you around on campus or something...."

And so this evening I was in core yoga (big mistake, my legs are still feeling it) and while trying to keep my balance while simultaneously squatting, stretching and falling sideways I glanced in the mirror and there is the girl, in the back of the class, perfect form. And later she hands me the mat cleaner without a second glance, making real brief eye contact. Funny how I remember her but she doesn't remember me, and here I was feeling all proud and good about my money sharing.

I miss cake.

I wanted to bitch about how minimalist ideas are sometimes contracdictory. I wanted to talk about how the sky tonight is such a light color of any sky colors the night time can bring to the table.

But I won't, I'm too 'laxed to write anything long and thought provoke. My fingers are dry and stiff as I'm writing this.

The Kids Just Want to be Left on the Outside

Hey. I've got a bit of a two day headache going down. Not complaining or anything though, I'm still basking in the after glow of the trip. Plus a friend in class today said she could almost certainly get me a job at the Maltwood art gallery on campus for the summer. This would only be about ten bucks an hour putting radio-tags (I think that's what they are called) onto archive materials but can you imagine? One of the reasons I was iffy about staying in Vic was that I would probably not be able to get a job that would contribute to my future career. TADAA!

Anyways been trying to make a playlist for my group of seven- the ones that went to New York- someone had a bright idea that we should all exchange music, which is cool but expensive if it involves burning 6 seperate cds. I'mma have to go to the bookstore and pick up some blank discs.

Also realized about 30 minutes ago that the paper I have to write for my film class is required to be WAY more involved than I was planning on making it. We're talking 4 print sources, at least. How in tarnation am I supposed to find ANY sources on Bollywood film in our white bread university library...hmmmm?

Anecdote: this girl stood up in front of our Emily Carr class today and starts talking about this SexPositive magazine that she and her friend were starting up, which is cool and all, but I honestly have nothing to add in- I need to work on my sexploits. Anyway at the end of her spiel she mentions a contest to determine the name of the magazine and my prof (who is probably in her mid sixies, tiny and so so smiley all of the time, with shaky hands and an old fashioned attitude, I thought) makes this sweeping motion with her hand and goes: "Was Emily Carr a virgin?" and then quieter, "let's hope not." I have to admit that I cackled. The girl in front of me laughed until she cried, seriously. Please do not make me visualize this cutesy old woman doing the nasty- you can call me immature all you like.

The picture at the top was taken in the Metropolitan Museum- right next to Northwest Indigenous art section, this uberwhite boy in our group claimed to be an expert Kwakwaka-wakh carver, surprinsing the rest of us. You never know with people eh? Life has taught me this.