And there's no more Chicago.

7 Lucky Ninja Kids (trailer) from Cinefamily on Vimeo.
Remember when we thought we could be ninjas when we grew up?

That's Not Just Friendship, That's Romance too.

Day Two in the week.
Had my third annual Rifflandia big woop this weekend. Four days of head bobbing and casual knee bending to the tune of all Kinds of music.
Favourite experience being the one in which a bunch of drunk guys by the name of Hollerado repeatedly sprayed the crowd in confetti and streamers and cursed their mayor (they still killed it)
Second of that same day in which about ten people hyped on "redbull" thrashed around on stage to the tune of something like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3e7O-6xgNk
At which point the lead singer climbed up the scaffolding of the stage and whipped his sweaty face at the crowd. Cute.
And the one single man who danced his shoes into the mud for Every song, regardless of how mellow.
And the nine year old girl full body feeling Felix Cartal.
And leaping down the pews to get a view of Giant Sand but managing to completely desecrate my knee. Thanks, God.
And glancing sideways to see a man sitting on a blanket in the middle of the crowd, reading Dracula.
And Kevin Drew, who refused to leave but kept picking out notes on his keyboard.
But yes. Good stuff, the whole weekend.

But the present, unfortunately smells like tuberculosis and the Inuits and a headache that is not necessarily matching the anxiety that I am not really feeling.
But maybe I have a better appreciating of indie boys and the clouds that will part to let in sunshine.

just-looka-him

note to laura.

If there's any troubles about the rabbit, don't worry about it. We love love love having her around her, and a couple weeks we bought like 20 pounds of pellets and a huge bag of hay and she just loves them both. Don't worry though, that 20 pounds of feed and hay equaled out to about 10 dollars (big spender... I know). Point is, shes is been taken care of! and point is, youll be getting some extra food-stuff...

Anyways, that's all I really wanted to say.
I'm thinking of turning into a female version of Stromae.

Don't let it happen, you'll do just fine. And even if you don't, no one will tell you otherwise

Hola. I'm not sure how a camera can display lewdity?, but just know that I had to run around the city by myself last night, avoiding a massive cluster of partygoers (on a Monday?) and finding books I wanted to take home and couldn't, including a guide to the Dragonflies of BC written by a guy I know.

Sarah, I owe you an apology. I've been avoiding the rabbit issue, but I promise to send you an e-mail tonight.

There is a guy downtown giving out free hugs.

We are always on the edge of something bigger than...

Meant to be reading about OBJECTS and HISTORY of what we called AMERICAN INDIANS in 2006. Instead I am browsing the interweb.

(Andrew Young, Vancouver)
They painted our front door black. I am waiting for some symbol of witchcraft to follow.
No news really. Weant to see Matt and the Muellers last night. Was rewarded with two extra members of the household. One with fake redhair and a Lithuanian accent, the other with a broken heart and a complete lack of propriety that leads him to leave his undies in the middle of other people's living rooms.
Night before I drank and drew with one friend and about nine strangers: the subject moved from batman to Blue Buck to sheep etc etc.
Purchased two disposible cameras and came home to find another one lewdly splayed on my bed.
Currently feeling the anxiety that I relate to expressing by opinion outloud in a circle oriented classroom.

We need to lack the cold toes.

I need a lack of cold toes. My knees are sore. My eye lids are itchy. This room represents something I want right now. Something warm ,  inviting and clean. You know how cold and dirty my own room is right now? Very. Maybe I should make some tea, do some cleaning. 

Tonight I went to band practice. Nothing much happened. I was actually really bored near the end and wished I secretly brought a book to read. I'm actually reading a couple of them right now, but I think the one I would have brought with me would have been... Danger! Do not Shake the Coconut Tree, by Murray Laidlaw. Turns out this guy is a local author, and the only reason I know this, is because in the introduction he talks about Qualicum Beach.

How weird is that though? Qualicum beach. They found this tree at the end of this gravel road, and that is how the entire chapters starts out. "Although a maple, it looked like a coconut and in the fall when it shed it;s leaves, it actually shed its branches as well,  by frost, winds and the assistance of a handsaw." Cute huh? I have a feeling its going to be one of those books where it's going to be a bunch of short stories that somehow connect to themselves in the end for a grand finale. I hate it though that it;s become a theme in movies to do that. Valentines Day sucked balls.

Anyways, tonight, I'm leaving you with a personal bit of my mental being right now and a rap song. The bit of mental being is that I'm really grateful that I can have just pure laughs and not feel like a idiot when I'm talking to c-man kurosh (which is apparently how it should be right?). The rap song is from a duo in vancouver, http://sickvicious.com/ listen to number 7, it's my favorite.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WELCOME BACK TYSON-TAIS -TOI

Every Saint Gets a Paid Vacation

Listening to indie rap. What a novelty! 

Right now I feel like I am forty and yet I am still sitting on the floor with the remnants of my sandwich dinner a twelve page syllabus for this seminar that looks pretty labour intensive. I guess my life has not gone as far as I thought it would in four decades. 

In my Renaissance class there is a Philosophy grade student named Matt who sits in sometimes. He has a prominent under bite. 

While sitting at a booth for UNICEF trying to encourage peppy first years to sign my sheet of paper I caught a glimpse of a guy I met in Mexico two years ago. I also saw a girl that I sat beside for two classes in first year Italian, though I can still remember her name and where she is from. 

I often wonder how other people deal with situations like that. You remember some one, you know exactly where from and yet its been so long that you feel weird about saying hi...

Today in my laundry room I found a bag of empty beer cans and one of those caps with the spinning wings attached to the top, helicopter style. Needless to say that I wore it for a while. The chinstrap was surprisingly loose.

I think what I need is some fresh air. Maybe fresh water. I miss the summer already. 

Sorry to be a downer. Not even sure if this is making sense. 

As a household we are making a concentrated effort to not be negative, to be pleasantly surprised at all times. Today I was pleasantly surprised when... 

I was invited over for birthday cake and batman cartoons for tomorrow evening.

Gonna have to prop my eyelids up with toothpicks if I'm going to finish this reading.

Muscle and Flow

Hi girls.

Sat through 3 classes. Learned a Suffi poem that is not at all relevent to THIS situation but can be found on a princesses tombstone from 1584 in deep South East Asia. I wrote it in my notebook.
Listen. Verily the world is perishable, the world is not everlasting. Verily the world is like a web woven by a spider.
I like this a lot- even if it is a bit defeatist. At the same time it is...comforting. Don't worry because some overweight guy in a ball cap is gonna put his foot through your world anyday now... It's a HUGE day.
I'm in a weird mood because I spent the last 40 minutes talking to my strongest most fearsome friend who was crying his eyes out over lost love and broken hearts. It is difficult to relate as I have only ever learned of heartache through pop songs and romantic tragedies. One day a tall man with a well groomed mustache and a gentle french accent will sweep me away by the pelvis. He will leave me soon after with a heart in tatters and a mysterious smell in my house.
On a less sexual note, the painter of our house (now purple, pics to follow one day) gave me his card today after we got to talking.
This is he: http://www.brushflow.com/
Which is funny because the last artist I met was named Steve also.

Also funny is this story that Alan told us today in class. He said he was in this Italian cultural center in Montreal that was built when Mussolini was everyone's fav. On the walls were non-figural symbols for fascism. He went across the street and through this little park with trees (drew a map on the blackboard) and on the ceiling of the copola there was, on one side, Mussolini and his minions who were smiling at, on the other side, the pope and his cardinals. A little bit horrified, Alan goes across the street and to some coffee shop to cool down. On the walls there were pictures of Mussolini and his bros looking all glorious and propped up by rampant propaganda. Anyway.
Mussolini was Time Magazine's Man of the Year in 1934.