This is What I would Look Like right now If I Had nasty habits. Lucky I don't have any at all. Jay walking is not a nasty habit, Laura

The other day in my indigenous art class my prof was explaining how songs are a more effective of keeping records (history I guess) than written documents. She used as an example the election where Kennedy ran against Nixon- she's from Alaska- and Kennedy put out a 45 with election jingles to "gain support" of Joe Taxpayer. Anyway the thing is that she was 4 at the time and she can still remember the words to those songs. The other thing is that her brother, who was 6 and supported Nixon while the rest of the family was behind Kennedy, was infinitly jealous about the little record. Her mother finally bought him a Nixon sticker to put on his bike and ride around the neighbourhood. One a day the lady across the street comes up to my prof's mother and goes "oh thank god, I though we were the only ones supporting Nixon in this town." and she had to explain to her that it was only the 6 year old son that wasn't pro-Kennedy.

Politics are funny when you are little. I used to pull for Stockwell Day because I thougt he had a nice smile. At that time he was head of his own little side affiliation. We all know how those turn out.

Anyway walking home from Bretts this morning across the Bay St bridge there was this man yelling obscenities and singing at the top of his lungs following behind us. And Shark here would not pick up her feet and I had visions of impending doom. But we made it home ok, as always.

This looks like the sun.

So, you (Mortimer), brett and I are at the current hot spot in Vic West... eggplant resting, wild meat being cooked and a lasagna being made. This will be the first time i've eat full frontal meat ever since the transition to victoria. It's a big deal.
Not really though.

I've been obsessed with persian cooking lately, mostly because my life is becoming more and more biased in that general direction. And how eggplant is their potato and how they use alot of rose water. I had this brilliant plan where I want to made a rose water cake with white chocolate icing for sabos birthday, except i don't know how to attack it, would the flavor still stand out if I used a awesome white cake batter, and add the flavoring, or how should I go on about this? I've been going through recipes upon, recipes online and I'm still in this confused mixed rough draft about it. I know for sure i have a solid cream cheese, white chocolate icing for the entire thing.... Laura want to come over and enjoy it too? I hear you like cheesecake!

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.