Que la bonté et l'amour vous accompagne au plaisir de vous lire.

Some boy from Algeria just finished a letter with that written to me. I thought it was beautiful in my hungover self at this exact moment in time. not even hungover though, just clear headed with a touch of a ache.

I need a shower, fresh fruit and some water. All are too far from me at this exact moment in time. i woke up early and finished a book- like i knew i would. I brought that magazine that you gave to me  for my birthday last year and read through half of it.

I found a new favorite painting, this is it:

Gustave Cailletbotte, floor scrapers.

ps, mortimer, your writting toooooooooooo much. its nice though, it's like a short quick story to read. 

Just a Polite Little Brain Jog

Remember Muray?

Remember Tissot?

Remember Derain?

This is Post-War Blues

Just realized.We are one of the first generations in a while without a war to fight. I refuse to count the war on "terror." Or military aid.
Do you think that maybe Bush created that war to feel like he did Good, his father had the Gulf War, Bush II's gotta have his own hobby.
I'm in a hella-theoretical "our generation" discussion mood. Last night I went to Atmonic Vaudville and drank several pitchers of beer, talked for hours afterward about what we need to do to create inspiration within the apathetic artists of "our generation."
HOW CAN ART EVER BE CONSIDERED A HOBBY??? ( a lot of the time). I hate that word. It implies that you really enjoy doing something but you are too afraid/ uninspired to actually focus on it. Like "yeah Bob's a banker but he sure likes his little photography hobby." Bob should quit his fucking job, set up a dark room, and do what he loves, the asshole. And you know that no artist leans on their elbow and remembers those days as a kid when he was so good at banking... why didn't he pursue that?
How many people do you know who are truly amazing at something they do maybe sometimes if they have spare time. I hereby declare that it is required that you acknowledge what you are good at, and go from there.
Society (I'm saying it) has imbued this fear in us to try and make it on our own, with our ideas. "Life's not worth living unless you're sure to make it through," hey Dan Mangan??
Maybe I'm just on a high of people asking me my opinion and then listening to the answer. I'm so used to being over-riden by someone else breaking in to talk about diving, about marine life, about MLA format. (to use earlier yesterday afternoon as an example. Try to explain to a group of people about Javanese traditional shadow puppetry and somehow that's a segue back to science)
"I'm ambitious, when giving up"
Dan Mangan can be the soundtrack to my life, ay.

Do something for me today,ok? Today tell someone about an idea you had. Could be a dream, could be a story you invented, could be school related for all I care.
And write it in the comments below, please. I'm feeling bossy today. Best/most interesting/ original/ well thought out/ grammatically correct answer (also known as, chosen randomly) will recieve a mixed CD from yours truly. I'm serious. I want discussion.

so my parents had me, to the disgust of the prostitutes.

Clearly I was not in my right mind yesterday. I apoligize.
Had tea with Zoe today. She said that the history of art is essentially social history, and that anyone studying it who hadn't figured it out yet (directly, the PhD student standing in for our prof today, who seemed to be complete moron) probably never would. We went on to make fun of just plain history majors (sorry Laur), namely the types who wear polo shirts tucked into their khakis and running shoes for every occaison, just in case.

Went to a Tourism Victoria mixer at Darcy's pub this evening. The four of us from Marketa's sat in a dark corner and gossiped while everyone around us made important business contacts. Occaisionally flagging down the waitresses who brought us unlimited free drinks and sliders. Needless to say I got a little tipsy. The one person I did have a conversation with that I didn't know already was this guy named Michael who is the director of Madrona gallery. Trust my luck that the one person who comes crashing into the seat next to me with a handful of pizza had a degree in what I was doing and was right and willing to discuss the profs of the program and all that shit. He gave me a flyer for an opening of
"Contemporary North: Drawings from Cape Dorset" on Nov.5. Didn't get a chance to finish the conversation though, this woman from Vic Events Center came nosing in, gushing about how his wife always makes him the BEST TIES OH MY GOD. I did learn that fall and spring are the busiest times for art galleries... hm.
What else did I learn today? oh yeah!
So you've probably heard of what in the late 19th and early 20th century people/doctors were calling "hysteria"in women: stress and symptoms like flushed cheeks and fainting spells and all that fun stuff. So these women would go to the doctor to get treated for hysteria and GUESS WHAT? The doctors would give them an orgasm. No joke. It was not considered "sexual" even, as long as there was no penetration. This is how the dildo emerged. The dildo was not even considered a sexual item, it just made the doctor's job easier. Anyway I guess people started to figure it out and someone put a dildo in a porno in the 20s so they had to stop the "satisfaction" going on at the MD's.
Friend of mine is taking the History of Sexuality. This whole story is directly taken from a book called O: the intimate history of the orgasm by Jonathan Margolis. Amazon, thinks this book is great.

Those are caribou

His jacket looks like something George would wear.

Listening to "Blue Ridge Mountain", by Fleet Foxes. Not bad, not bad. The apartment smells much better since yours truly made a trek to the dumpster outside.

I have come up with a witty Halloween costume, you will laugh and laugh and laugh. I am a genius. Can't wait for this week to be over.

jump on my train, yeah. My little train of thought.

Moose taste good.

Had a coffee at 4. Now I am full of energy  but have got nowhere to direct it AHHAHAH. Everyone's worst nightmare,basically. Too much of a good thing ain't good at all fool.
I want tuna but I am against eating tuna.
Glorious weather today. Laura nearly insulted a feminist on the bus. I was sitting between them. Made pretty fine improptu mac and cheese. Although to be fair it was fusili.
Actually tonight would be a good night for photo running if it wasn't getting dark so fast. You know, running while taking pictures? It's something the cool kids aren't doing but definetely should be.
As I am having difficulty following my own train of thought, gonna go read someone elses, or something.

	Hooded Fang - Land of Giants .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

To be fair I have never heard this song. Good band though.

i can change my face, don't you remember?

SHHH. Don't use my real name! They'll find me!

Not a lot happening. I swear. I have this rager headache and I came home and the heat was turned up in all the rooms and it was sweltering so I am stripped down to the minimal layers of shirt tucked into pants and no socks. Got the most hilarious stare-down from this guy on a bus while walking home. Took Laura out for birthday pie except I am shamefully broke so she paid her own meal.
Wrote about 7 thousand pages of exams today (we're talking 7 short essays, one long in total) and now I'm supposed to read these three articles to discuss tomorrow so that I can suck up to the prof so he'll write me a recomendation but I seriously think it's gonna be an early bedtime instead.
Just found the most disgusting clump of hair stuck to the bottom of my sock. No idea where the flat-mates are. Kat's been running overdrive and Sarah's sick and depressed. The usual.
Had a dream about Race Rocks (the place) and a music festival in the woods, I think Cliff, Marketa's ex, was in it too. And Evan Pepper.

I am reading Hemingway's Moveable Feast as well as this book about Speakeasies and boom and Depression era Detroit (your fave!) so I looked up abandoned mansions on the google and came up with this picture.
Thinking I should be Jane Avril for Hallowe'en... this year I'm gonna put effort in this, I swear.
What are you doing?
This time last year we were making seasonal comfort food and scraping the dry wall dust out of the bathtub. Wish you were here.

	No Kids - For Halloween .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

dang felix.

Happy birthday laura! Hope all things are doing well on this crazy special day. Over here my toes are cold and I fed your rabbit a carrot. I'm sure that little akon the acorn is thinking of you too on this very special day <3 ps.. why didn't you tell me it was your birthday coming up in the last letter you wrote me? I would have replied with a gigantic birthday message back.  Except you didn't. So you got a sub par reply/return to your last letter mailed to me. I mailed it out friday. you'll see it soon in a mail box near you.

Other then that, I think this blog needs a daily update from me. Today is the monday of all monday.s The fire in the fireplace is roaring strong just feet from me, but my toes- like i said are still cold. My house lacks the internet or phone right now. So I'm trying to be productive with my free time and write this in my editing program and I'll update the blog later when I see some connected wi-fi.

Yesterday the band had a photoshoot. We spent a couple hours on little mountain. By the end I was grumpy, cold and my socks were wet. We all decided that we would have a quick practice and then head out for dinner as a team. It was 'mexican food" and dq ice cream.  I owe jasmind(ah) 10$ on the account that i seem to have lost my money card. Someone could be spending billions of my hard earned cash I as speak. I was really happy to hang out with the new guy of the group though (stefan), I think he will be a good potential member of the group.

I made a huge to-do list to get done.  The look of it is daunting.
Emma, what's new with you?

She took a sad song and made it better (sadder)!

I feel like this picture right now, with cold medicine and caffeine fighting it out in my body.

That's a great quote about books, I heartily agree. However, I also took out ten books from the library today concerning the Fraser River Gold Rush, and have yet to experience promised hordes of men flocking to my apartment door. And a Geography degree would be sick (Or dank, I guess...), what'chu talking about?

Today...I exchanged a smile with a stranger on the bus concerning leggings worn by a young male jogger sitting in front of us. The girl and I started snickering, and the guy must have heard us and turned around, catching our embarrassed eyes. Instead of frowning or shaking his head or just plain ignoring us, he started to laugh. It was really great; I love moments like that, when you're reminded that the people surrounding you are people, and potential friends.

Otherwise, nothing is happening. Frances is watching a movie of the space-wars shoot-em-up variety with her boyfriend. He is...well, Ritchie, you will see for yourself soon, I guess.

This cold is kicking my ass.

waiting for the right time to pull it out and put it on the table

This image is from the Rumpus, literary website extraordinaire. Home of the famed "write like a motherfucker" mugs. Here: http://therumpus.net/
Today the new girl at work informed me that although there is a lot of funding available for Masters degrees, if you get one in Geography it will be completely useless. Luckily land masses aren't my thing.
Today I bought 5 books on credit from selling about 15. However I am still not getting laid.
 Learned what the French word foutre means. Won't write it here.