Hey you... I agree, that piece of art should be framed.
Lately here, it's been going by really fast, my favorite job ever is comming to a end, though i am excited to go out for lunch with them in a bit this afternoon. My friend, kathryn, is leaving today to go back to ontario for her mutha's wedding, but then she is going to try and meet us on the grey hound going through thunduh bay, about two hours short of our final destination of our last katimavik rotation, three weeks there. And then poof! home sweet home.

But that's next week.
This week is just finishing up work, volunterring for set up of the yellowknife's folk on the rocks (helllllllllo grant lawrance and basia bulat!) and just, hopefully enjoying the good life.

Ive been climbing mountains, getting offers of fresh lettus from co-workers, meeting people from vancouver who want to open co-op coffee shops? and hes 19 like us? super? and seeing this shawn desman looka like on the streets, rollin' with the aboringinals.

You should see the backyard here, we deck it out with fairy lights and silver stars, and yesterday was dance day,mostly because this song:


started out the party.

Can't wait to see you, keep safe!!

Listening to some good loud African beats while my bro pretends he can play instruments. I got the card version of this painting and I think we should stick it on the wall at our house, possibly in a frame. I was just watching that episode of Friends where Joey and Chandler go to buy a new kitchen table and end up just getting a fooseball one. I can totally see us doing that, although I don't think Zoola would be for it. She likes order.

I think this artist is from Vic anyway

SHOUT OUT TO KATHRYN CALLAHAN!

Oh you know... I'm just here filling out two seperate writting notebooks with information for my life. Like you, (i don't know if you have a random notebook where you write everything in, kindof like a agenda, but it's more, but i have one of them PLUS, my date book, that i got from my host mom in montreal, showing pretty pictures of the area i lived in. I have to remember to write her a letter before katimavik ends. Or even after katimavik, that would be nice.)

As i talked to you last night, you know the major events happening in my life. Such as the brick throwing? Not so much anymore, but the thoughts are still there, considering shes a ________ and had to not approve out time off until the very last moment, and the cp sounds a bit like a ______ so, short story shorter, we havent been upper up to our learning outcomes lately, and didnt get time off. But we are trying for it this weekend.

I googled our victorian home. It looks beautiful on google maps. Street view.
I'm at the library right now, just finished watching a couple sean desman videos and laughing out loud.

I'm thinking im going to say fuck it to going to the pool for my free time, actuallly, i could prolly do both, do both posters im suppose to do, swimming, working on mapping out the regional areas, scripts and doing a shortlist of businesses that we could use. See, this katimavik keeps one busy.

I was reading a article on cbc today about one of the katimavik guys that i met in montreal getting quoted!! i was like hey!!!!

But yeah. Shit needs to get done.
Miss you so.

ps i laughed at your post
my mom called me last night, and the one favorite brother i wanted to talk to wasnt home :( he was zip linning.

I Listened Like A LIttle Child

Shark. I saw your brother Levi yesterday at the festivities wandering around in his stupid gumby suit with a two litre bottle of root beer and a sign that read "free hugs" We couldn't figure out who it was for a long time until he stood calling teeson's name and T was a little freaked out, so I went over and stretched out my arms and he goes "No, I want Tyson." Let me tell you, my feelings were a little bit hurt. Anyways I eventually got a hug so it was all good. Even though he had portable speakers in his suit playing "Sexy Bitch".

We also saw Dayne doing unspeakable things with his girlfriend, both of them wearing monkey hats from Coombaya.

All in all, it was the worst Canada Day of my life. It was freezing and raining and everyone was smoking something or other and at one point I was biking across town wearing an outfit assembled entirely from male friend's sweatsuits, the pants being designed to fit a twelve year old, or Brett.

How are you? Done throwing bricks? I was in the SOS today inspecting furniture and kitchen crap and I nearly purchased some fruit-shaped ice cube trays for $0.49 each, but I got distracted by this chest that looked like it had been dragged from the bottom of the sea. I think the biggest problem will be fitting my books somewheres.

"Son, I might watch a DVD for a bit"

says my father, wondering why the whole world has rolled their eyeballs. He insists on calling everything by its proper name, thinking that this will make him look hip and with it, you know? A Modern Man. Whereas a real modern man would slur "pass the goddam remote" from a lump on the Lay-z-boy. This from a family that broke its cordless phone years ago and has to run to catch the fax machine before its third ring. (And Laura sticks out her chin and claims that where she is from, they use delivery pigeons- what the hell is a cell phone?)

Anyways. Things are a-ok here. Except my 21 year old bro just moved back in because he can't find a job and can no longer afford rent. My mum has taken this opportunity to employ him in every odd-job that has gone undone basically since we moved here. Today he washed windows.

Anyways I knitted 13 rows (73 stiches each) of a tuque today. And I looked up the lineup for The Big Time Out and promptly peed my pants. Chez: You need to come home

Everything' s Well Alright

Well tennis was good, except my arm hurts from bashing tennis balls all over the place. Turns out I have terrible aim. My mom is reorganizing the kitchen and I am putting off knitting another dish cloth. I have to make 3 for the Wednesday volunteers because they are the one who taught me the pattern and gave me the wool. Tomorrow I learn how to make hats. Are you excited? Me too.

I left the house this lunch time hour with a french boy forcing me to leave, and then yelling out the door that he was going to marry me one day, and we would have so many babies, just for the fact that we would be having sex everynight. I thought that was kindof funny, and it made me smile as a walked the long 6 minute walk back to work. That's also nice, because back in montreal, my morning comute was easily a half hour. A good 15 on the metro, and then a good 15 walked down whatever main street that was going down to notre dame hospital.

I just really like my job here mortimer, its rediculously nice. Its relaxing, and i work with the best ladies around, Shannon and Susan. Everyone says that shannon is someone that i will most likely grow up to be. Susan is new, shes from prince edward island, is the project cordinator, and is hilarious, we drove this old truck to deliver broken down printers, to this hilarious place, wherea bunch of under 24 year old guys world, in a basement, working and fixing computers. THe truck also stalled about 8 times downtown yellowknife, and then we came back to a plate of crepes each on the table, saying that this lady, daria, dropped them off, saying thank you for ecology north's involvement in the Rivers to Ocean day. I got a free tshirt and hat out of that day. And Crepes.

It's the joke, we count how many tshirts we get from each events. Total is three so far.

Yesterday was aboringinal day, Charlotte, Arturo, Camille, and i breaded 3000 fillets of fish for the free meal. And then helped out came out bannick and corn and beans. To say the least, by the time the fish was done, i was covered with white flour, because the wind for blowing hard that day, and ghosts just want to appear.

The day before yesterday, olivier and i woke up at 6.30 and smoked meat for a lunch for this cbc guy (deneze?) he's young, pretty hipster looking, did schooling in chicago, married and then came back to the great north. He came over for a long lunch, we sat at the table for a good four hours, talking about everything. It was funny.

We also worked at this palestinian dinner and got a amazing meal out of the deal, and manned bouncy castles and popcorn stations and listened to montreal inspired ska by the waterfront, downtown, by city hall.
And i saw this cool movie, "Reel Injun", it was the cinema politica's choice for the night, and the director of the movie was there. It's actually a wicked moviel. You should see it.

It's busy here lady, plus to add to the mix, i've been reading through buckets of cooking books, and came along a new lover to add to the mix. David Chang.

Nothing new with that though.
Hope the tennis was fun.
Love you, and will love you while listening to norah roberts and nicki minaj.
ps. nearly done your post card

Or Else Spend Your Days Biting Your Own Neck

HI. I have just woken up and made myself the biggest tuna sandwich you could ever imagine. Like literally I can still feel sticky tomato/banana pepper juice rolling down my arm. Someone just knocked on the door super loudly and I didn't go see who it was because I am not at all dresses and it sounded like the gestapo anyway, something I do not want to face smelling of fish.

Brett and I have a tennis rendez-vous this apres midi. Honhon

Hey you,

Wicked shit you sending me shit. I hope to eventually get it. This week, i'm house managing with Olivier, this french boy with a amazing beard. We made sushi, salad rolls, gyoza and sugar pie for dinner tonight. And tommrow? Yam and roasted garlic soup with spanikopita, but i'm in charge of that, because i'm trying to suck up, because i made him come do presentations about the danger of water botttles, and i need his french flare.

So how are you? I still need to mail you that postcard. I sent my mom a letter by post the other day, i don't know what i didnt do the same for you.

Ive been reading keats poetry lately, and getting eating by moskitos and watching house boats float by. I also, as a result of peeing my pants out of laughter, have made John Keats a facebook account. Turns out i wasn't that oringinal, turns out 400 kids have also done the same thing as me.

I've also been addicted to the barefoot contessa.

Love you forever, and i'll talk to yo' soon.

Btw, basia bulat is playing at the folk fest here, and i get to volunteer! Whaaaooo

We'll Be Blind and Dumb Until We Fall Asleep

I made that avacado cake from Joy the Baker and now my entire body reaks like avacado shit. Or as Joss's aunt says: evocadoo. Har.

Anyways a little disapointed with the turn out because the avacados I got weren't ripe at all so the icing has little hard chunks in it, on top of running out of icing sugar. I tried using honey and corn starch, I'll let you know how it goes, prolly not so good

Speaking of letting people know how things go, I am going out tonight (not sure where yet- it's all kind of vague) with our friend Cartier and our two other male besties. Cartier has made the suggestion that we kick back with a few cases (!!!!!) of beer. I could not make this stuff up. So we'll see. I'm a little nervous to see Mr. Right-and-Good with a drink in his hand, it could just be hilarious.

My mum told Jean that I knit dish towels and she was a little amused. She said something along the lines of "we should teach her how to make something better"

Whatever man.