Something in your chemistry

Checkout this cliff. I have to go back there tomorrow.

I'm listening to a bunch of random music one of the guys loaded onto my computer, eating an apple, and drinking tea. Apparently, gangster rap is the flavour of the week. I had a whole bunch of stuff to say but now I can't remember any of it. Some of the people from my pre-camp sampling crew were on the radio today and said nice things. It was good to hear their voices.

Emma, ignore those little nagging voices, or at least politely listen and dismiss them at the closest possible opportunity. You are going places, my dear. Good places.

I HAVE to do laundry sometime this week. Don't let me forget.

I'll Bet You Do This All The Time

Glorious weather, glorious chocolate almond milk in the cup on the counter. Not a lot to report around here. I am going to watch my friend from work's boyfriend ponce around in Hamlet style tights this evening. It's the Vic Shakespeare Fest up at Camosun en plein air.
Yesterday morning I was assured that there is plenty for art historians to do in this world by a woman that would know all about these things. It's funny how much I have lost focus over the summer, all the regular fears have been creeping in slowly. Especially after my aunt and uncle (siblings) laughed at my major before going back to wrestling on the couch. I guess it's best not to listen to the non-believers out there, since the majority of them have never been to university anyway. Anyway this woman has made my future seem brighter and to celebrate I am going over to the ol' Lansdowne Middle School to play soccer with my brother and his gang of wily engineers.

I will leave you with this image though.

This is what I just ate.

I can't say too much right now. I'm shivering and the night is slowly closing in. Went busking tonight and then caught the first 20 minutes of the goonies down by the beach. I got bored and left. Walked home. Took the long way too. During busking there was this annoying mother who I swear, who only reminds me of some 18 year old. Her son loved the marimba though, got bright eyed and opened mouthed when he found out he could play them after the set. I bet that mother is really not going to be a huge part of that kids life once he figures out how to do the basics on his own.  That's about it. I lied about the mailing your letter thing acouple posts ago. I lost it and only just re-found it a couple hours ago. You'll get it sooner or later.

ps. I'm pretty sure "husband style" is going to be replacing " man blanket".  Ahhh the wonders of growing up!

the antidote was had

I've been sticking my nose into so many books lately. Just finished Jack Hodgins' The Invention of the World, which made me miss the rest of the Island badly. The whole thing is a hate/love rant for Vancouver Island and the weird people that live on it. It caps off with a good ol' wedding brawl, true love, ghosts, and an assemblage of oddballs. Perfect.
 I overheard this woman on the bus talking in gossipy tones about how the riots in Vancouver were not within the nature of the people who live on this coast. Reading Jack Hodgins makes me think otherwise. He is probably the expert, anyway. The afterword speaks about how many of the readers were a little taken aback by the brawl at the end and how this blah blah blah was because of the distances and the density between people on the Island. So spread out, yet friendly that you had to holler and be outrageous if you wanted to be heard. Anyway.
Gorgeous night and my heart is a beatin' steady. More later.

Five Reasons to Punch a Dolphin in the Mouth

I love my axe. A lot.

Well, well, well. What a sunny, steep, mossy day. I have been tumbling around mountains, slipping and sliding through streams, and falling face-first into swamp. On my way up the cutline we were working on today, I came upon a drill site, which was the first time I'd actually seen one in the field. Their locations aren't secret, exactly, but they're kept pretty quiet. A little while after that, the A-Star (the luxury cadillac of helicopters) began slinging loads of drill equipment down the mountain, so that was pretty sweet.

Unfortunately, I'm having a tough time getting along with my tentmates. I don't think it's a problem with dealing with other girls; I'm generally more comfortable with girls than guys anyway. But THESE girls-sheesh. Some of the things that have been happening are pretty innapropriate, or just plain stupid, or both. Maybe I am just being impatient. I spend a lot of time in the cook tent, talking with the wonderful bull cook Sophia and eating cookies. I'll be back in Vic with the world's best recipe for bread pudding, by the way.

Do you feel like listening to club music right now? Check out Chromeo's "Don't Turn the Lights On", it's a work theme song.

It sounds like the piano from that one movie...

Not too much I can say, I have 15 minutes to waste before I head down to a quick marimba practice with carmanagh and rob. Some crazy lady thought it would be genius to have two marimbas play at her family reunion. Fun fact though, I agree with most of the band on this, the music doesnt sound right with anything less then four, and that being said, we have nothing that fits two marimbas. So tonight is going to be spent trying to figure something out.

I got a package from my penpal in israel yesterday. Halva (new favorite sweet) and chocolate wafers were the food item of the week. Plus this korean movie called "castaway on the moon" it's hilarious, I have it on my computer, so just the word and I can send it to you guys.

I leave you with the trailer, and the movie i have is english subtitled ;)

children who cry when the thunder begins

hi there friends. let me tell you a few stories.
This morning I sat on the roof of a 99 year old house in the sunshine while everyone around me passed around cigarettes and other things. I was busy watching the foot traffic on the street below. This guy and his wife were loading their bags into the back of their cream coloured jeep. This is the man that suggested we re-name our resident seagull "Lester" instead of Gilbert, which it responds to. Every morning this bird waits around until we bring it out some scraps from breakfast. Which he will dutifully swallow with one gulp and then reproduce in the more accessible form of large white splats all over the back porch before flying away screaming. This has resulted in an awkward love hate relationship that sees us girls swearing under our breath with bright clean smiles on our faces as we bring him his breakfast.
The two "men" of this b and b are Gilbert the seagull and Mr. T, the bulky rectangular shitsu multipoo (both of which words google thinks I made  up) when Marketa's son was younger he asked his mother in front of a gaggle of guests why his dog had to be a shit and a poo. In reality he is a pain in the ass. He makes these sounds with his nose that are easily comparable to those made by a pig. His diet consists mainly of cheese. He has the saddest little eyes though and everyday after his walk he races to Marketa's office at the front of the house for a little fondling. Also he is not fixed. I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.

There's a Bridge That is Burning.

Wow. What I wouldn't give right now to be scrambling through bushes and tumbling down scree with a tall dreamy-eyed geologist. Laura, you're gonna come back with battle scars I don't even know the name for. 
Coincidentally, I ate tofu and brown rice "stew" for lunch. I have a feeling it was not home-made though. Probably because I bought it in a restaurant.  
Last night (she said) I went to a fundraiser for Kat's friend's theater company. He does this gesture acting that is basically interpretive dance instead of dialogue and scenes and all that stuff. You really have to pay attention to the movement in order to pick up on the story line. 
Sarah's new squeeze just walked in on me in the bathroom. He was pretty embarrassed. He is afraid of swimming in lakes because he doesn't know what is in them. He thinks that Vector cereal is like the best thing ever invented. 

I think I am turning all city girl compared to you two. It's freaking me out. 

Sorry I kissed your girlfriend

 

Whoa. Hello there, again. Greetings from the middle of nowhere. I`ve been shipped off to camp to recover from a sprained wrist obtained from falling down a scree slope with a heavy backpack. There are about 40 people here, living in wall tents, all doing a bunch of mining shit. There is a camp dog named Gunner and the constant whine of generators and helicopters. I`ve been alternating between surveying and working in a core shack, inputting data, fighting with Excel. That`s right, baby, I`m privy to sensitive information. Jealous? I didn`t think so. 

Camp life is good so far, although there is a distinct lack of work ethic present in my new roommates. If you wear makeup every day in a mining camp, I will judge you freely and often. It`s easy to tell who`s here to make summer cash and who genuinely enjoys geology and exploration. I am actually learning a ton every day. Our main geologist is great. This morning over breakfast, he speculated that no one really needed to carry bear spray, because as long as you kept your wits about you and were able to get a good punch off on the bear`s nose, there would be no reason to worry. Speaking of breakfast, the food is ultra-gourmet. Tonight, lamb with rosemary and garlic potatoes, green beans, pasta salad, fruit tart with cinnamon and cardamon, and a lot more. Good lord.

I have been working mostly with an intense 3rd-year geo student named Oliver, who holds your gaze directly when talking. He`s hilarious, but I`m never sure if he`s exasperated with me or not. He is also 6-foot something, so keeping up while scrambling through the bush is a challenge and a half. My kingdom for a longer pair of legs.

Sarah, don`t worry about the letter, I will write you soon. A cross-country marimba band tour would be an adventure, I hope your plans come to fruition.

It's the moon, I swear.

I'm feeling funny tonight. I'll admit that. The day was slow, but weirdly productive. I woke up early and made tofu. It turned out better then predicted. My only flaw was the mold I used. It was a colander, and I'll be the first to say, I don't like weird circle tofu. I wanted it squared.

Other then that though, the sun is shining finally today. Which is I guess is gods was to put a smile on my face. I sent an email over to canada world youth and told them I wasn't doing the exchange, now all I have to do is figure out how to delete that group over facebook.  And I was looking into trying to move closer to my boyfriend and going to school eventually next year, and the year of tuition will be 7k. Holy shit. How much is it at uvic?!

I guess good news though,
Kumbana Marimba, as of friday night, is going to attempt to do a cross country tour. We have proposals being sent out in october/november to music festivals across the plate and we are going to see if we have enough to make it west to east. To say the least, Carmanagh and I are really excited about it, and are going to be the major organizers of the trip.

p.s mortimer, a reply to your snail written mail will be in the mail tomorrow morning. Laura, forgive me, but I have no clue where to send letters to.

pss listen to this http://themusicninja.net/newsongs/Wale%20ft%20J%20Cole%20-%20Bad%20Girls%20Club%20(Full).mp3