You don't know what you'll find, you don't know what she hides

At home, not yet drinking wine but will be soon. I baked a delicious loaf of banana bread last night and my landlord's dog stole it off the kitchen counter. Hmmph.

I was at work today and talking to Kevin the surgeon, who stopped in the middle of stitching up a wound in the shoulder of a cat with a brain tumour to pose an interesting question, "If you could travel to any time period and meet someone who's dead, and have the chance to have a conversation with them, who would you choose?" And I said Sir Edmund Hillary, which was kind of off the top of my head, but a good choice nonetheless. And when Kev shouted out the question to the whole clinic, one person said Da Vinci, which I thought was a pretty decent option too. So who would you choose?

Just had a brief Facebook convo with an acquaintance from Rez, who is now in Australia. She's going sailing on a famous reef tomorrow. Every time I hear about her, she is doing something fantastic. It's very inspiring, and makes me feel good.

I ate so many doughnuts and so much chocolate at work today. Ohmygod. That place is hazardous to my health.

This is what it looks like outside my window right now. Cloudy but sunny, weird shit. Our friend Shark just brought me a lime sugar cookie with pumpkin seeds a la ReBar. Mmmm.
Also thanks to Miles for the comment. Very true: Nukes change Everything.
Not a lot else to say except I am doing homework on a Friday. This is breaking the second of two rules in my life (the second being never date a man who has concrete memories from before you were born = old) No wonder I have a headache.

Hey that's no way to say goodbye.

well today I made a complete ninny out of myself. In class we were discussing slavery in antebellum America and pre-communist Russia and my prof asks in a long, roundabout way why it is important to study history. And since I am half asleep and stopped listening to his question halfway through he decides to ask me directly my opinion. Definetly not sitting across from him next class. Anyway I stutter through something or other and end by saying basically that I didn't know how to put it into words.

And of course since I am just like that, the question has been bothering me ever since. "WHY IS IT IMPORTANT TO STUDY HISTORY?," sings my heartbeat in chorus. I'll tell you friends and lovers, now that I've had time to think about it.

Concerning slavery in particular: the only other exposure I have had to slavery (especially American) before reading certain articles assigned was in reading Gone with the Wind as a thirteen year old (1018 pages, remains the longest book I have ever read. I was that earnest little girl staring at the tiny print in the hospital waiting room while her brother got his appendix pulled out upstairs). I came to wonder what the big deal was, plantation owners loved their workers and vice versa, how were they supposed to live without each other? At the end of the Civil War in this book the South lay in tatters and black and whites alike wandered the countryside in destitution. Thanks a lot Northern States. This is not to imply that I am proslavery in anyway. I am only saying that evrything depends on your perspective. We study history to shed light on cultural biases and to learn from our own faults, as a nation and an individual. The antebellum South is seen as the "bad guys" now only because they lost the war. They had it coming anyway.

From a different angle, the kwakwak'wakh people of the northwest coast (a First Nations group who's art I have recently been admiring) also held slaves. But this is not often acknowledged, nor are they seen as ignorant or brutal for having them, maybe because it is not a commonly known fact, maybe because they themselves were vanquished. I feel like if history tells us anything it is that the Little Guy always wins, in the end.

All Babies Look the Same, We Still Give Them Different Names

so today the Men put this faux stone tarpy thing over the front and back deck. Man next thing you know we'll have pink stucco and kitschy brown furniture.

Shark, you are in the kitchen blowing Born Ruffians and "looking for a job." I am supposed to be printing off some homework articles that I am supposed to be ready to discuss first thing Thursday. Joy.

I feel weird. I am going to New York in... a month tomorrow? Last night we made pancakes drizzled with aunt jamima's and Jack Daniel's whiskey, according to some recipe that the birthday girl found on youtube. Actually not as bad as it sounds. Actually kind of good if you like your food to provide a burning sensation to your throat. And our "friend" Laura took a video of me choking on a shot of whiskey that went down the wrong tube, and apparently it is the funniest thing she has ever seen bcause by now I'm sure her great aunt in Nova Scotia has seen it. Thanks a whole lot.

People Keep Driving Me in Different Directions.

Had a nice hike today up mt Newton in the John Dean provincial park today- didn't take any pictures because there wasn't anything particularly stunning or out of the usual, just some good old fashion West Coastal forest and a dead deer's head on the side of the road. It was amazing though because all of the people I talked to did not believe that we had blue sky and warm breezes up the mountain while Victoria lay in a swamy torriential downpour.
And I feel like I finally understand that I have been basing my expectations for love life off of Armand Mirpour's music video for Curly Boy's Law. It's all just a bunch o' dodgeball anyhow.

So besides youtube epiphanys and climbing small mountains, its same old same old over here.

This is John Lennon's Car. It is at the Royal BC Museum for a Bit. Sorry the picture sucks. I took it with my telephonay

Life can be good sometimes

That was my day today.

Ohmygoodness. This morning I awoke to find a massive bump on my head and these crazy bruises all over my arm. I also slept in at least three different places last night (all unoccupied, don't worry) because "nowhere was comfortable enough". I won't say that there are gaps in my memory, but parts of it are definitely fuzzy. Ok, almost non-existent. Dammmnn.

Otherwise, there was lots of tea and a mushroom and cheese omelet for lunch. TB made these absolutely disgusting breaded jalapeno peppers stuffed with cream cheese. Actually, maybe they were good, but spicy foods and I just don't get along. And I napped and read Dan Brown's Angels and Demons and wondered how much of the book was based on actual fact. I mean, if there was a murdered man in your research facility, the first person to call would probably not be a symbologist. And it was kind of funny, because the book stresses all of these high-powered technological gadgets, but they still referred to using cassette players in the cars.

The aforementioned boarding school friend finally made it back to the house around two this afternoon with nothing but a jug of milk and a huge smile. Fairly hilarious.

Well hi.

I am back at the homework work'a work-work. Listening to Andrew Bird and chipping away at room-mate #3's sourdough creation. The work is grading other student's analytical history essays about "outsider control of Aboriginal tradition" or some such. So far its a blast. Makes one wonder how kids can get to 3rd year uni without learning how to cite properly. Jesus H.

Anyway last night was at the birthday party of a friend who admitted that night that he tried coke for no better reason than "I went to Boarding school." Which is cool I guess, just unexpected of a guy so neat and polite, you know?

And for some reason (maybe I dreamed about this last night?) I was remembering that time in Mexico when we were going through a toll booth onto the highway in our big van of teenagers and the guards asked us to pull over so that they could go through our bags. Our authority figure assured us that these guards were the "good guys" and there was nothing to worry about, which didn't make me any less nervous of an older man pulling out my dirty undies and giggling. Either way. They turned out to be very respectful and professional and yakity yak. By the end of the inspection they were all laughing and relaxed and they let this one girl we were with hold their massive machine gun and get her picture taken with it. Strange times in Mexico, man.

Hi. I am marvelling about how much the Gilmore Girls eat and yet they never seem to change, width-wise. I am also trying to write 3 pages about this article in my textbook, which is infinetly difficult seeing as I can't concentrate one bit. Good thing it's not due until March 21. We art students know how to procrastinate alright. Also today in my history class all the other kids were going off about their academic backgrounds and their interests in primary sources and here I am. The "fine arts" kid. Oh well. I can be the self righteous one, reminding the hardcore nerds about the fun in the world. Adding Spice to Life. Look at me go.

And also yesterday I was told by a man on the bus that my hair to freckle ratio reminded him of peanut brittle. He added that I must taste like ice cream. I tell you, I get hit on by more old men on the bus than... I dunno.

I keep you in my pocket for when I get home

Hello boys and girls, but mostly girls if I know what I know. Just got back from school and had a coffee, thinking about maybe getting some stuff done in the reading-my-textbook department. Want to hear a funn fact? Apparently the Coast Salish people (First Nations people originating around here) used to breed these small wooly dogs that they sheared like sheep to make blankets. And that my friend, is why I take Art History. It's the tidbits that count.

Also been watching the second season of Skins and those kids go to a lot of clubs (not that they do much else.... besides sex and drugs :D) anyways Shark, the last episode they had the Born Ruffians playing at one of these clubs, and a while back they had Crystal Castles. Talk about Canadian musicians infiltrating the system! One scene on this episode this slightly neurotic girl is asking her teacher how she stopped cutting herself. And the teacher goes "Well I cut myself for awhile... and then I discovered something else. Disco." cue the dance track. Those two have a small dance party in the examination hall, later joined by the principal. I think its things like that that make me love that show.

We are hiding out in my room because this guy in the living room is sanding things down. What a dick