hoi hoi hoi hoi.

laaaaast Niiiiiight (she said) I went to see the Great Lake Swimmers play at Alix Goolden Hall, which by the way is the nicest venue hevah, and have thusly decided that Tony Dekker should come live with me. You just can't get the same sound when that shit is recorded. Another place where I enter a state of transendental bliss. No matter how crap my day was, seeing live music (good live music) just makes me beyond happy. I got them to sign my CD and the lead singer wrote "T. Dekker vs. his songs" which stirkes me as a weird thing to enscribe a CD with but there we go. Best not to question genius.

Also in good news I saw Zoola yesterday and it was nice. We talked for a bit. She is going to Calgary this weekend for her grandmothers birthdday (i think) so she can smashed and naked in Alberta before she comes back to BC to get smashed and naked for her own birthday. I also met her friend Cat who she talks about constantly and I was not pleasantly surprised. For one thing, I met her on the bus where she and her friends had been talking about clothes for about twenty minutes- I was making fun of them in my head basically the whole time while keeping an eye on this guy sitting across from me (backwards) who looked like he was going to me sick. Anyway this Cat character was going to see the Fiddle and the Drum, which is cool I guess.

so I took a moment out of studying for my Asian Religions midterm on hinduism to bring you that really exciting story. what is interesting about sanskrit is that a lot of the words sound like parts of english words. And apparently this isn't a coincidence. Ages and ages ago we were all related. Which means we still are :)

(I started this post yesterday night...)

Mortimer, Miss Mortimer. Even though I'm talking to you on msn right now (off and on) and talking to GPM (good looking Persian man), I'll start writing this post. I'm going to start off and say "Sorry for not mailing you a letter back yet" I haven't got anything good to say, at all. Everything good i have, i usually tell you on msn. Maybe I'll start ignoring you, but that wouldn't work out in the end.

Any who:

I made croissants today, well, rolled the butter into the pre=fermented, chilled dough, let it cool, then roll it out again, and then cooled it again and then yet again rolled it out and then baked it, then figuring out it had a bit too much butter for the butter to flour ratio, thus, well the finished product looked nice,but alot of the butter, that could of been saved for something else, melted onto the pan, then to the bottom of the stove, creating little fires. Next time? Less butter.

I also went snooping through ffffound, and found this marvelous home. This apartment in lovely humlegarden, Stockholm (obviously Europe). Just think Mortimer, if this were our new house. I don't really agree with the pure white furniture, among other things.

But isnt it wonderful? heres the link to the thing-http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/9/view/5991/tham-videgard-hansson-arkitekts-apartment-at-humlegarden-stockholm.html

I'm Here

So what's the big urgency? just because instead of writing yesterday I went down to beach late at night and howled Disney tunes to the star-lit sky, which later turned into old standards (I believe 'Cry Me A River' was in there at some point)

And today I went and found the public library, which was mind blowing after what I am used to in Peetown with endless amounts of Danielle Steele and Clive Kussler. Not that there's anything wrong with those... It's just the sight of so many poetry books in a row brought on this Great Calm. Like that time that I was really stressed out and went to wander through the stacks at the uni library. Instant cure I tell you.

What else did you want to know? It's okay if you have a gig, I may have to show up with roses and or chocolate like a proper Valentine. And it might me nice to see those old friends. Also I have not seen Zoola lately and I can't really decide if I even want to- I think I do.

And tonight I am running TWO MILES. which isn't actually that far. But still. I mean two miles sounds pretty impressive. Gotta milk this for what its worth.

And it turns out the secret reason why I don't like tofu is because it makes me feel sick. Especially when accompanied by sexual innuendoes, as it was. Not to mention tartar sauce. There's a reason why its named after hell

Mortimer

Guess what? Today, i've finally put off my procratination and started making croissants, i specifically bought two pounds of butter the other weekend, while at the super store in nanaimo (because they were 3.58 $ a pound, which is amazing, because here in parksville they are 5 dollars average) and they've been sitting there, waiting for my lawful, baking fingers.

It starts out with this pre-fermenting goop of flour, milk and yeast, which i had out sitting on the counter for a couple hours, and just recentlyi put it in the fridge, so i can deal with it later on tonight (after work).

I also have been eating bowls of borsht all day and have descided that while i'm living with my katima family down yonder,wherever, ill suggest that we make it once and a while, because of it's awesome goodness, vegetables and apparently we live off each of us for food, 5.50 a day, meaning this could be a awesome choice.

How's your day going? Talked to Zoola at all? I havent at all. Talked to tyson, apparently he had to go to the dentist today (how exciting).

Mortimer oh Mortimer, where are you? Turns out I might have a gig on valentines day, so you might have to prolong your hot date for a bit more, (knox, show at 6) and meet me up laterz.

What else... aaaaah nothing at all, my hands are covered in scratches, at least 6 that are easily counted and I know for a fact, that i don't know where they came from, thus another page in the book of mystery.

I know nothing of beer Mortimer, so why talk about it? I was thinking about that (me and my connecting with booze) ce soir, while walking down sunrise, and i realized, that when i am in montreal and if i do choose to go out for a drink or meet a hot date or business partners or anything with my new best friends forever, i'll know nothing of to get for a drink. I'll be like " Uhh, wine" and look like a bum doing so. I've heard of a slingapour sling, which is something that sounds sweet, but at the same time, i just might have to order anything that has pineapple in it. Makes sense?

I finished "Eating Animals" a bit ago, so you'll be getting that soon. I also found my birthday cirtificate today, meaning "i'd time" here i come!

I really don't have anything interesting to update you with. Hope you are having one hell of a night.

That Picture Made Me Smile Too

arghhhhh.... never going that long without playing soccer again. Why do my arms hurt? How is that at all related to sprinting? And we didn't even win.

There is my complaint for the day- oh wait, I have another one: why is my neighbour so eager to get me to come kick boxing with her? I can't hit people when I'm not mad at them

Ok good news now: it isn't raining! (although it may as well be- grey as... pavement that's been spit on my a horny teenage boy) And there are still people outside walking around in shorts. AAAAnd I'm going to play billiards on friday, which will inevitably lead to sex in inappropriate locations. Or me winning copious amounts of blackmarket dollars.

Funny Story About Beer and Beowulf: so the other day I wrote as my status that I was sick of Old English (by which I literally meant the old version of the language English) and so when --- commented that I should try Stella Artois, which is a step up, I had literature on the brain and thought the name was vaguely familiar. So when I looked up Stella- who I had envisioned as this renegade Victorian era novilist- I was Very Dissapointed when I realized that the reason this name was familiar was because it was a kind of beer. And so is Old English I guess. And I am dumb... And I should drink more beer

Thanks Mortimer, the picture actually made me smile.

Today is a cleaning day today at my house and i'm figuring out exactly what i need for katimavik. Mostly it's tshirts, bathing suit. Also i'm making dog treats, peanut butter ones and my god, i made the yummiest cup cakes yesterday too... http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2010/01/hot-fudge-sundae-cupcakes/
I say, this is a amazing cup cake recipe, but it only made 8 big cupcakes, still, enough for everyone in my family to have one as a perfecto dessert.

Hope your enjoying the sunny day :)

Wounded Mother I`ll Never See

Shark, if I were there I would give you a ten minute hug. Meanwhile I'm stuck in Victoria. Going to a political rally today to protest Steven Harper's sweaters. Or something like that. And late last night I couldn`t sleep so I went on Omegle, and right in the middle of this convo about British politics with this nice boy from England, he asked me if I was horny. It has never occured to me that Margret Thatcher might turn anyone on, but there we go. Apparently I`m asexual+ immun to that kind of stuff.

I feel the same way about Haiti, man. All I can do at this point is sit behind a bakesale table because at this point I don't even have money to offer.

And the picture above? That's the three of us. Zoola and I on respective ends. Shark in the middle with all her hair piled on top. And some squeez in the background mackin' on that poor little boy. That's totally how you hold a camera anyways Shark. I`ve never understood your one-handed magic

I'm feeling kindof bleh right now.

I feel like swimming, but I also feel like hugging someone for ten minutes straight (which the intention in place, and no awkwardness at all). I also feel sad i guess in general. Ive been exposed to all sorts of media all day, the daily news paper, talk shows, news, radio- all talk of the same thing, the same thing being the shit going down in Haiti and the more i hear it in my ears, the more i wish i could do more then donate money. Maybe i could be a doctor and have already joined Doctors without Borders, or maybe be such a pressence that something can be happened as quickly as possible. All i'm saying is that in theory i rather be donating skills then money, for i such the first will be used better then i could hope. But i can't, so money it may be.

I have to admit, that looks pretty gross

Yes, I am jealous of your homecooked meals (and your collection of eggplants) But I am a little confused by what exactly it is you're eating. And I can't really envision you as a vegetarian, really. There have been too many times when you've been like: "I just feel like goat right now..." and the rest of us have rolled our eyes. Who will take over the position of ecclectic-eater?? And I was flipping through channels the other day and landed on 90210- guess who was referenced?! Jonathan Safran-Fracking-Foer! On pop. TV! So you will understand if everything I write doesn't make sense because I am busy scraping the ooze off the walls.

In other news I ran into Zoola and her friend Jethro (real name- hilarious) and she was in one of her brisk/agressive moods and sat really far away on the bus and didn't talk except to tell me to come see her play- which I have already seen. SO. Not too impressed with her.

Also tonight I had orange-ginger stirfry with extra veggies because the guy making it was nice. Not to mention a-ok looking. (Maybe should go for a job serving stirfrys?)

I have a knitting problem too. I keep adding on stiches by accident without realizing it. What the hell is happening?