It's too Late to Give Them Their Freedom

Hey. Watching the Harrison Ford remake of Sabrina. It's a little creepy, a little cute. Also had a job interview at the juice place with a very stern looking woman who kept telling me to speak up because of the loud blenders. Ok?

Anyway it's been an alright day, so far. And of course even if my French prof gave us 3 extra days to write our papers I will be up until midnight writing it to hand it in tomorrow.

Had a great coffee this morning. The best in town I'd say

A man up north with a beard.

http://www.fecalface.com/SF/index.php/good-stuff/2629-marty-corey-and-sarah-palins-alaska

I'm laying, belly down, on the carpeted floor. Going through the "French Candian Cookbook"that I found when we went on a dump exploration in Yellowknife. The seagulls were extremely huge there and I brought that up to the lady I was working with, she ended up letting me borrow two huge books about birds in the northwest territories. I thought it was cool.

I could do this print without a doubt. Maybe i'll try tomorrow.

I'm just thinking I could most likely do this print with a potato. Carve each piece of the print from a potato, and go from there.

I've just discovered this guy called "Amos Lee" and have around, 30 songs on a playlist going right now. I'm pretty sure him and Corinne (b.r) would be one of the perfect matches of romantic stories of this century if the gods would allow that.
I'm thinking, they could meet in Russia, on a snowy snowy morning, complaining about the lack of english, her with the accent and him without. All dressed very sharp, wool, black jackets and fuzzy scarves. A witty conversation erupts, *explosion, and RA BAM! True love! Even though, technically, I think Corinne might not be looking for that right now, maybe true love isn't suppose to be in her books right now. I know for sure, that this will be a waste of a prayer if one like myself would ever really come down to that. But still, maybe if the gods are reading this, maybe they will give the two a break.

Here, for tonight, i'll leave you with this ridiculous article : http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/25/miriam-smith-killed-dog-f_n_813583.html

I think if I were to "grow up" to design gig posters I would be ok with that. Found this awesome website with about a billion different ones instead of analyzing Moliere. I don't think you can blame me. Also walked around staring at the hundred year old houses around my neighbourhood, there is one not far away that is being consumed by ivy.

The up and downstairs neighbours are moving in this week. It's weird after living in this massive house alone for so long (by alone I mean with at least one other person at all times...) They just turned on the shower and I could hear each individual drip of water. Holy hell.

Say My Name, Say My Name

Good news, did not get shot down in History class today. This is always a good thing.

Cheesecake sounds pretty good right now, thanks, Sarah. I'll take you up on that.

At SL's. Just finished watching UP with our friend Will and I'm drinking tea and eating chocolate pilfered from Mark's cupboard. I showed up for work 45mins early today and couldn't seem to sit still. Then, I met up with my friend from Naniamo and we agreed to part ways. So now my face is swollen and I've used up a great majority of the precious toilet paper supply in the house to blow my nose. School tomorrow, and I haven't done any of my readings yet.

All I want to do is go for a really long walk. Anyone up for that?

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.