All those words I should have said

Yesterday, I kayaked to my neighbours' house and spent another four hours picking up sticks. But it was wicked sunny and a burn extends over my back and down both shoulders, making sleeping and showering uncomfortable. Then the guy who hired me asked if I wanted to take a spin on his 1973 Honda motorbike, which was nice, but I couldn't work the clutch and ended up pushing it down the driveway with my feet like a tricycle. And then it fell on me.

Today, my throat is swollen and I'm stuffed up, crouched over in front of the computer eating cheese. Over and out.

You Blew It

I slept until noon today. That never happens. Not sure which animal hibernates in the summer but I am becoming it. I seem to have earned brownie points at work because my boss pulled me out mid-toilet scrub to show me pictures on the internet of her new boyfriend (music producer C-Dawg, kid you not) Later she traveled up the steep flight of stairs to inform me that her allergies were acting up and could I please climb onto the bed and wipe those cob-webs off the roof. I think she is lonely.

Also went to that party at this other girl's house. I happened to sit at the end of the table with the pretentious kids- one minute reciting Shakespeare, the next talking about Stanley Kubrick's Lolita. And then Bernard, next to me tells me he works at a bike shop and that he has "oft compared a woman to a bicycle" (here I snorted and held back the dirty jokes...) And "I wrote this poem..." at which point he was distracted and I made a get away. I am serious, these were the worst dressed hip-kids I have seen.

But! I am going to buy a ticket for tomorrow night's Timber Timbre show. Listen!

Birthday Cake Icecream!

I'm pooped. As brown as the dirt above these words. We did this gig in deep bay this afternoon for a couple hours. Really random too, it was someones backyard, but they were holding a event talking about art? I guess. I'm still not sure. There was "grab" art hidden all over the place, tons of boomers and seniors dancing and just enjoying the goodlife with the ma rimba tunes in the back drop and a tent where they were selling hot dogs and pop. Beautiful day though, the sun was so bright, and I'm sure I am slightly sun burnt. Got free ice cream too! Sweet!

This wednesday we have the show on that island, that is in the city. I'm excited. My arms are weak though right now, and I'm stuffed to the tip of my tummy with food. I feel like having someone dig me a hole, so I can sleep soundly and quietly for the entire night.

Last night maddy had this little get together. It was nice. We had a fire, and whatever was left of the gang was there. I made some nearly vegan, gluten free cookies for the event. Mostly for that special gal though <3 +++ Tyrell made this delicious salad with kale and spinach and this spicy asian-ey almond butter dressing. Dang huh?

Hope your weekend was swell ladies! And take care!

We Love Girls Who Lick Roller-Blades

We also love boys with terrible haircuts that rollerblade in slow-motion home from work evryday around 7:30pm. And weird men named Herb who stand in their front lawns and just want to chat for hours about their lives since retirement. And halibut.
Just invited a whole wagon load of people over for dinner but the only ones not busy were my brother and his room-mate. Of course.
And I stopped at the art gallery on the way home to remind myself to not get distracted. Stay on track like. The show on right now is called You Blew It and features miniature sculptures of people dying terrible deaths, complete with a plain crash, a man shooting himself in the head in front of an audience and another guy cutting his arm like baloney. For some reason I really liked it. Also picked up St.Elmo's Fire on the way home, we've been having an Andrew McCarthey fest (watched Class last night, highly recommend it- I won't give anything away but nothing happens like you think it will, that to me makes a good movie)
Anyway sitting here with my feet up and a breeze coming through the window, I should really get back to cleaning stuff.

pop song

I bet you feel deep, quoting Helen Keller all like that huh?

poofter

hi all. The good news is that I didn't set anything on fire today at work. The bad news is that it looks like I have another 7 day work week. Today Marketa asked me what I thought about her son's tendency of tying a fuchsia coloured scarf around his forehead (pirate style) and wearing bunches of necklaces, all of them with those toddler oriented pastel coloured beads. I said it was funny and made some comment about Kids These Days. Do I looook like I am old enough to be giving mothers advice on their sixteen year old children? Mind you, this is a woman who sends her son out to Bamfield for the weekend with his buddies and a six pack. And then makes him a late breakfast when he is too tired to go to school when he gets back. Living the life, I think.
Yesterday I was taking Mr. T out for a walk (some small dog with about 4 different ways of saying feces instead of a breed name) and as he rolled around on his back in the grass for just long enough to get annoying I looked up and noticed a man in his underwear standing at the third floor window of the building across the street, blatantly staring. He didn't back away when we made eye contact either. There is nothing more awkward then being stared at by someone who is not wearing enough clothes.
Just overheard a conversation of the work guys outside. In between house-shaking bangs and rattles guy 1 says: You know why you should have watched the hockey game on Friday?
Guy2: Because I don't like hockey?
Guy1: No this girl sitting by the penalty box flashed the TV and they showed it on CBC (is this true by the way?)
Guy2: (smiling voice) Were they nice jungas?
Guy1: yeah. young.

Just throw in some moose meat, it'll turn out fine

This is Bethany Hamilton, and I'm sure you guys have already heard about her, but she is an American surfer who lost her arm in a shark attack and went on to with the American National Championships. I just watched a terrible movie about her life, which is unfortunate, because her story is amazing. But no one could act, and everyone was supermodel beautiful and Jersey Shore orange and Could Not Stop Talking About God. In reality, Bethany has braces (maybe had; I dunno) and is a little gangly and has a deep voice and is lovely for it. Her mother is overweight, and her dad is grey and balding. And imperfections, both physical and mental, would have added so much to the movie. Do you really mean to tell me that this girl lost her arm and just shrugged, no worries, and suffered no mental anguish whatsoever? Maybe that's why people enjoy shows like Skins so much; they focus on darker stuff that makes the beauty present in life even more meaningful. Maybe it's late and I'm tired and don't know what I'm talking about.

Sarah, those pictures made me laugh! You guys are lovely!

Emma, you enjoy videos of things crashing and running into other things and I enjoy videos of dogs, so you should check out Swedish House Mafia's music video for Save the World. Which did not end at 6pm today, by the way.

Guess who I will see tomorrow!?! The one and only Frances McDonald. Are you jealous? I thought you might be. I miss you guys a ton. Basically 3 months and counting.

laura! check this, this is the band, jocelyn cook took the pictures. kumbana marimba

Laying Nameless in the Snow

So last night Ryan and Zaman showed up at like 9.30. One of whom I thought was aloof and the other I thought was dead in Mexico. Both arrived, tanned relaxed, took advantage of the swingset down the road, talked about feasible jobs for crack-addicts to have. For some reason video store clerk was the only one we could agree on. Except can you imagine recommending a movie while high on crack? Not that I've ever been high on crack, you know. Zaman made fun of my dead-pan and my stability and was issued his member's pin (he seems to have joined the club) The two of them slept in heaps in the living room and left sometime between 7 and 12, while I was at work.

My own sleeping pattern has been reduced to staccato:Late nights, early mornings, freak naps arriving without calling ahead. I keep falling asleep on public transit too, which is a bad habit, let me tell you. Especially since it is Attractive Tourist season.

And this German boy with a giant pearl stud in his ear who was travelling with his mother kept staring at me during breakfast. But maybe he just wanted more coffee.

Honey, You Know What You Are

This is where we went today. In the sun, on the rocks. Just like Emily

cornflakes and chocolate soymilk should not be overrated. But you want to know the sad fact of the day? The highlight before 5pm, was buying a bottle of pineapple juice. Aweee

Whaaat? That's not what I was told

There Are No Lines

Fell asleep in a patch of sunlight on the living room floor. Does this happen often, you ask. And I reply Yes. My life is a riot.

I colour outside the lines

It's always been your quiet brilliant heart

SO! Today is Wednesday but it is also Friday if you know'my sayin'. Today in Ditch records:
Manager talking about the door that is broken: about old ladies getting trapped halfway. Says something about how he loves his grandparents, and hates it when stuff like that happens. He went on to say that young people, on the other hand always tried to swing the door and stride in and the guy behind me who is browsing the LPs says "Young people suck" and then looks at the toddler in the stroller next to him and says "Except you, you're ok" I suddenly realized how young I am.
I mean seriously. I got my whole life ahead of me and so far it is joy joy joy. Not to brag.
Chez, the new girl at work did Katimavik the same year you did and is thinking about Canada World Youth. Except right now she is at UVic for Hispanic Studies.
I'm thinking about biking to Vic West to pick up the remnants of Matt and Brett's food cupboard. Except then I will have to bike back with it and knowing them it will prolly only be frozen fish and heaps of crackers.
Maybe I will listen to the Crackling instead. You should too.
http://www.myspace.com/thecrackling

Take care

The name of this file was.."bill plays for bison". To say the least, I thought it was hilarious. Mind you world, lately I've been laughing at everything lately. Mortimer, do you know my retarded sick man laugh? It's returned, and my mind is just out of it enough, that everything is hilarious. Top examples of the last couple days?

1. That above.


2. This poster I painted for katelynn, my sister, that read " you're 17? The fuck you are." and hung it on the door outside of the house for everyone to see.


3. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zv5OIvwqkvM

Anyways, Laura, I tried searching for exploding watermelons, but I wanted the action itself and not the article I've been reading a hundred times over. Have a link of actual exploding watermelons? Take care!

p-s, you're rabbit chewed my laptop cord, good news was, this was a free cord, bad news is i have to find another one.

Can't step off the cloud

Can I just admit something, right off the bat? I'm terribly jealous right now. That's not a positive emotion, but I read your posts about marimba adventures and conjoined apartments, and I think, man. I want to be there right now.

Instead, I'm in limbo. Managed to reach a woman who knows something about this supposed job, and she said I'm still in, for sure. The season is apparently so late that they have been using D8 Cats to clear 10-foot snowdrifts for the campsites. However, because they haven't been able to start on time, they've lost some employees, so I should be ready to leave at a moment's notice. But I am not a master carpenter. I'm not a bowl cook. I'm scared.

What else? I've been hired to pick up sticks in a neighbour's vacant lot, and rain has been a-pouring down. 8 hours in, and I'm maybe? halfway done. But it's not bad. It's peaceful, and I'm exhausted by the end of the day, but in a good way.

Can you hear the depression seeping into these words? I'm sorry. But I want my own space, and the feeling that I'm doing something useful, and some assurance about this job and what it'll entail. Ah well. Lavender tea and pastry may be the solution.

Also, might be driving to PG on Sunday with a friend to meet up with Future Roommate for dinner. Check out the videos about Exploding Chinese Watermelons on YouTube.

I've got this bag of hammers

Good to hear things are spic and span with you Shark. Except the sick thing. I was going to hop to the walk in clinic on my way home from work today but the lady came out specifically to tell me that they were closed for lunch. Bitch.
Today I was pressured into making the executive decision to fire this girl at work. Think: two weeks ago I was an unemployed student type banging my head against the wall, today I am shooting from the hip at single moms with anxiety issues. All because Marketa didn't like her.
Went to another potluck where I only knew two people. Ended up talking to this guy named Leon from London (England) for about an hour as he explained the rules of cricket to me. The only thing I remember is you get 4 points for a ball that rolls across the line and 6 if it is in the air. And you run back and forth. Kat met this Kiwi girl at this other potluck last week, who invited her to this house that is supah- international and filled with twenty somethings wasting time working and drinking heavily in Victoria. They all met while skiing in Revelstoke in the winter. It was a little strange but also very nice to be around people who were so open and relaxed. It was in a duplex but they had cut a hole in the drywall between the two apartments so that they could walk between them. Except it looked like a mirror because the second half of the house is exactly the same. They called it Narnia over there. Someone was joking about wooly man creatures and awkward shower times.
I'm gonna go clean the bathroom. Didn't do any at work today so I think I can finally bear down.

sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick ( to the tune of "to the dump" song.)

Turns out the marimba band is playing the "international children's festival" on granville June 1st. June 1st is persians man's birthday. I like when fate in the world works out like that, and I don't have to try my hardest to see him with the itch is just unbearable. Also can I say we have like 5 shows this one weekend in august? Ranging from Campbell river to Vancouver again? Nuts. Ahahah I'm only telling you guys this, because fahlon just filled up my facebook page with events for the next couple months concerning the band, and it's just busy times!

Today is my sisters birthday. Even with a lack of a voice, I'm finding means to annoy the shit out of her. I painted this huge picture and I'm planning to stick it above her head in her room and I have th job to finish up the desert for her tonight. She wants pound cake and whipped cream and strawberries. Thank god, somewhere in the world, strawberries are in season, and canada has chose to ship it to us her on vancouver island.

Anyways, I need to get back to crime shows and my orange juice. whaaaaaaaaou

Keepin' it classy

Hey, y'all. I would update you on my life (cause, y'know. I'm sure you're just dying of suspense), but I'm listening to music with a very strong beat, too loud to think. I love this picture, though.

Who doesn't fucking like honey sunshine?

I don't think she looks that much like me. Just because of the hair colour?

The above (title) is a quote from my boss' son, who at 15 years old is already more cool than I am. He goes to beach bonfires, he's chatty, he smokes and drinks coffee, he eats 8 tons for breakfast. I've almost gotten used to waking up at 630 every morning. I start work at 7:30 which means that I should probably be getting up earlier than I do, but come on...

Anyway room-mate #2 has this cleanse book that is all about achieving balance through what you eat. It's also got a chapter about Ayurvedic Medicine, which has got me interested. Apparently there are three types of bodies in this crazy world, and we three room-mates have one of each. Here is an informational website. http://www.whatsyourdosha.com/

Funny though, last night I ate according to my dosha and was careful to go to bed early and not smoke illegal substances with the others but today I still had a fever. My eyes did that awesome thing that they do where they completely cloud over with multicolour interference and I go blind for a minute. This happened in the middle of a conversation with my boss, who was giving me instructions. As soon as she left the room I ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat until I could see again. What if one day this lasts longer than usual? Is this even normal? First time it happened I was 12 and thought it was sunstroke. I had a minor nervous breakdown and my teacher (Vollmers) prolly thought I was losing it.

On a lighter note, here is another red head. Does she look like me too?

Wow, E, she really does.

VVVVVV
She looks like you.

OOOOOOH AH~ OOH AH!

Victoria: city of men running in blue jeans.

We got our upstairs baby! I can hear he/she crying early in the morning and it is strangely comforting. I said goodbye to Brett today. He is in Quebec for the next five weeks. Hoo HA!

And apparently my cousin wants to reunite with the estranged part of the family so I may be road-trippin' to Calgary in late June. That should be just lovely. Hot and cranky for the WHole family.

Not a whole lot is new in this neck of the woods. (Notice that this is the only case in life when we talk about woods having necks? ) I have an interview at a cool looking b and b tomorrow afternoon. Going to a back yard bbq this evening, maybe I will make some friends to match my "b" themed lifestyle. But seriously. This bed and breakfast is run by this Eastern-European artist with an adorable young sun and a charismatic giant dog. According to the website anyway.

Here some good old Egon Schiele. Neue Gallery, New York. Try the Viennese cafe in the basement. No photography permitted inside the gallery.

Banana Man.

This is a tree I want. Morus Alba,

So that fire and Ice event happened and ended today. At the height of the festival there was thousands of people, and the people really loved the music. Mind you, I think the qualicum population are trying to get trendy, for the people of the town or some organization, arranged a flash mob, with about a hundred people to the michael jackson's hit, thriller. All I can say is that is the longest song in history. But the day went by without problems, ladies gave us free food and mothers of four year olds want us to preform @ upcoming birthday parties. The words are escaping though. Loose with the winds huh

I'm starving though right now, but I'm just torturing myself until dinner.
PS the tree above grows white mulberries. And white mulberries are widely cultivated to be the prime food for silkworms in the commercial silk industry. Who knew?

Guess who has the 500th post? Yeah...

Heeeeyyyy, coastal people. Marimba? Sarah, your life gets more interesting every time I learn a little more about it.

My life has consisted of driving around, and around, and around. I was able to snag an "N" exam for Tuesday at 4 o'clock, so send good vibes my way. Privately, I don't think I'll be ready, but whatever. I'll give it a shot anyway.

Went to a play tonight. The acting was hilarious, and one of the characters provided some serious eye candy. Oy vey. Small town...everyone knew everyone else there. During a very serious scene (the murderer was being revealed), one of the chairs collapsed and the uptight school marm character tumbled to the ground. I would have lost my composure, but everybody on stage continued on as if nothing had happened while the audience roared, so kudos to them.

Emma, you'll just have to be creative with the sweater situation. That's all I can offer you.

I feel useless here. The above picture is from last summer, when my brother and my Dad were mixing cement for the floor of our house. The little red-roofed cabin at the top is where our family lived for 9 years.

I have also been offered the chance to take up pole dancing. Yes? No? I'm leaning towards yes.

I still say Maldives.

To awnser your question about the exchange thing, this alumni just emailed me earlier today, and apparently I'm going to have this half hour talk with her about prospects of the program, and what i can do to get this all together and ready. It's freaky. And this weekend should be a hoot, there's an marimba band sleepover, a four hour long fire and ice gig and then band practice on Sunday. It's going to be great. Oh and I'm helping teach lessons again tomorrow afternoon. I should get a day planner, just meant for marimba and just highlight the days I'm not doing anything connected to the instrument it self.

Anyways, when brett comes down this sunday, you should surprise him with some sort of food. For wednesday, he leaves for quebec and won't return for five weeks. Do a cake with lots of whipped cream and pineapple. Like late birthday, early goodbye. And listen to this song while doing it all : http://hypem.com/#!/item/66ws/Don+Omar%2C+Gilberto+Santa+Rosa+-+Los+Hombres+Tienen+La+Culpa

TAKE CARE

The Way That I Have Often Cried In Your Arms

This here is an "abandoned Soviet monument" erected in the 1960s to commemorate a WWII battle (or so says the internet).

Today I was handed a flower plucked from the window box of a fine dining establishment. The man was a little nuts and skipped away shouting " a pretty flower for the pretty girl" The middle aged man waiting to cross the road ahead of me smirked. I think I was only charged 88 cents for this green curry that I bought from the hole in the wall in market square, although I didn't realize this until I was walking away with the receipt. The man made a mistake while punching the total into the debit machine, poor guy.

Laura I have been working on the story you started off for me, although I'm having trouble deciding on a job that makes you travel a lot and yet does not require you to wear anything fancier than wool sweaters. Didn't think that through, did you?