Wishinsky? Has to be a nom de plume.

Hey you guys. I'm procrastinating in the biggest way imaginable right now, term papers are coming out the ying-yang. Not in a literal sense, but close enough. I just carried a towering stack of books down from the third floor of the library, sat down at a computer beside a fellow examining complicated equations with the heading 'Bond Quotations'. He very obviously peered over at my subject matter.

Today I had the worst tutorial in awhile. It is not an exaggeration to say that everyone was stupid and said stupid things and had stupid thoughts; yours truly was not an exception. Fucked up big time on a few very basic facts. And then this guy in the corner asked what I thought 'the lowest point in Canadian history is' (the advent of residential schools was on the table). And I blurted out the Acadian expulsion, which is pretty odd, because it isn't a subject that I've really studied and it also happened pre-Confederation. The fellow who asked is in poli sci, has a huge mustache dark mustache although he is blond, and constantly refers to his girlfriend as 'the old lady'. Sexy (not).

Any thoughts on the subject?

Did some blog back reading as well. Glad to hear that things are going well, Chez. Laughed at the 'badass' comment about the token fighter who has entered our group, E. Hopefully we will be hanging out tomorrow before he heads out to Thailand. It is nice in a way; cool to spend time with an awesome fellow, but school+life is so busy that it's a good thing to be able to focus more exclusively on that for the next month or so.

I want a sandwich, but you and I are going out for dinner in a few hours, E. Hurry up, 6 o'clock.

cave crickets.

Back on the homefront. I will lay down the highlights of the road trip here for you to see and read. Sarah Chezick we missed you dearly.
Let me just check on the soup.

Ok.

So we stayed at Brett's parents' vacant house Friday night and Laura found this pin of Brett as a tyke in a box on the counter. It was promptly pinned to her sweater and remained there for the rest of the trip. Brett was significantly cuter and also blonde as a small child. At one point I was wearing it in the Dive Shop, talking to the mayor of Tahsis and she was like "Nice pin, is that your son?" Made me think if I ever have children I am going to have them immortalized on a lapel pin too. Because its hilarious.

Nothing all that eventful happened on the way up, except that they let me drive for the last hour of the trip. Which is highly irresponsible because a) I have not a shred of license to my name and b) it was one of the sketchiest roads I have ever been on. Funny that the only times I ever drive are on really terrible back-roads with hairpin turns out the yinyang. And we ate half-cooked pizza for dinner the night before so my stomach was creating little innard mutants and moaning about things.

Next day some of us went to the Remembrance Day Service and shivered in the slushy rain while some chubby cadet lisped out "Flanderds Fieldth." It was nice though, every one there clearly knew each other. The pastor of the Christian Church was wearing a fanny pack to hold up his sweat pants and kept wandering up to the MC to ask him questions and make comments.

That afternoon we all got head to toe covered in mud and snow up in the Upana caves. Laura's boy drove back down the mountain in the snow and we nearly crashed into the side of a cliff. Actually everyone in the car admitted afterwards that they had resigned themselves to it, that they were making plans for towing etc. Not that there is cell service up there. We survived though.

Made it home fine to play Egyptian Massacre and drink beers.  

I thought for a minute that that picture was of this building

A-1 Architect, Sam Maclure

Why not right.

I don't think moving to Detroit would be a good thing. Whenever I talk about the dream of moving to Detroit  everyone shuts me down and tells me that it's a stupid thing. There is no jobs there, there is a lot of frustrated  angry young people and a lot of poverty. The police department actually advised not to visit the city. On the plus side, there is amazing art deco and Victorian buildings/houses. Cyrus actually said he either saw a fight going on or there was a stabbing in the outlet mall he was at. But honestly, there is a certain appeal it.  And in my stomach and the vibes from my gut, still a plausible choice of living. Why not right.

EDIT* Cyrus said it was definitely a stabbing.

Detroit: It's Gonna Happen.

I may or may not be sitting at home drinking beer and crying with relief. I wish this was an exaggeration.

For some reason (and we can blame this on Society or some other deity) I care more about American politics than about Canadian. Maybe I should just saddle up and move to Detroit. I have spent the past 6 + months ignoring the news in fear, people. The extent of election coverage I paid attention to before tonight was the Borowitz report.

This parody sums up why there is a Little Red Book squished into my bookshelf. What the fuck is wrong with sharing, Mittens?

Was Alright

Just cleaned out my desk. It took all day. I was a little perturbed to uncover that 80% of the productivity crippling clutter was blank pieces of looseleaf.
Want to know something weird? I didn't know what "looseleaf" was until high school. The term I mean. I was aware that there were lined pieces of paper in the world but French Immersion had denied me the proper terminology.

Anyhow.

Going to sneak into Cloud Atlas with Marketa in a bit. Real mature, right? Even more illegal activities with my boss.  Afterwards we will eat marinated raw fish and she will continue to pity me for being man-less (like Gunless, but different). Then we will talk about art and invariably become depressed. After a few bottles of sake I will walk home in the dark, lock myself in my room and break into the pre-stashed left over Halloween candy. Funny how the most inspiring conversations also usually make me want to hide under my bed. Robert Hughes would have known what I mean.

Remember Dave Brubeck?

Happy Birthday Keats.

Glad to hear ideas are bouncing. Chez-whiz. 

I had some things but they got absorbed back into my throbbing body. 

The government wants to take all my money. 

Edward Hopper, Girl at Sewing Machine

I like the warmth of this picture. Makes me think of early morning, early loving, jobs to do, stay in pjs all day.  My hair is frizzy? Who cares,I'm just going to sew all day and look out the window.

You made this page look slightly classy/emo/grunge.

My feet are still damp from my daily run outside to let the rabbit out and pick various herbs for da morning breakfast. It's funny. The yard is slowly becoming winterized and for the week, spooky. Within the hour, I'll be outside with my grandmother hanging up faux spider webs and later buying pumpkins. I love buying pumpkins and carving them.

Two updates! I'll tell you a bit about what maddy was saying.  Honestly, i knew nothing about the hostel thing. But during a dog walk with her yesterday, she did explain the ideal about it. It sounds cool. But I really don't know how it will happen. I think she is going to try and go back to the land we were talking about for that potential community garden that we initially started the discussion with.  I brought up that I had similar thoughts about the potential. Because we do live in such a tourist heavy region in the summer months (young people could just stop on the way up island) and the place could be a big side of relief in the winter, where we could really provide super affordable single bedding for.. the homeless/bedless.  We could be blessing a the nights where it actually snow! or the rains are too hard. So we joked that maybe I could start a sister hostel here in parksville. I don't know how I'd do it, but I really like the ideal of providing I guess a telephone that people could use, hot showers, some hot coffee/tea/toast along with their bed with clean linens to that. Just a place of relief. I really don't know if Parksville already provides something similar to that. I know the salvation army provides emergency beds in case of horrible weather. But I also know it's hard to find people who manage that system. Finding people who can stay all night and "look after" who is staying there.

That being said, I've been thinking about another plot that has been vacant for years and could easily be turned into a green space. I just need to figure out who owns it and then... I don't know from there. Figure out grants, figure out people who could help me build it from the ground up. I know my family would be really into it. I keep meaning going to the city, or knocking on doors to figure it out, but I feel really out of place doing so.  But I want to do it, and I think I will. Maybe even this week. Who knows. Then I could go from there.

I've also volunteered to help Maddy with looking up grants and filling out grants for this green program starting up at KSS. It's grass roots right now, and they're looking for anyone/everyone to help. I don't really know what I could offer, but I really want to know the grant process and actually know how to use it as an advantage.

That's it though.
Oh and Rachel Anthony might be throwing a "frenchie" dinner at christmas. I saw her friday night while Forrest/Carm/Jasmine/ and I were enjoying hot chocolate to waste time. Rachel is now working as a waitress at lefties and she's just as beautiful and loving as ever. I got three hugs from the girl. I get hugs everytime I see her.  Awwww yeahh.

Can't wait to see you guys and happy halloween!