Still Life with Baby Sized Blisters.

well I'm back. With an new found appreciation for Kandinski and Franz Mark, and the discovery of Balthus and Egon Shiele... and a new found taste for Klimt's semi-pornographic pencil sketches. And a suitcase full of art books. New York changed me man, and it's all down to the commentary of a certain anarchist-pacifist professor and his shared wisdom. That is definetly a place that I will visit often, money at this point has become a side note. I need to see art, even it requires pan handling on the subway on the way to the Met. Funny:people often lump New York with Paris as far as atmosphere and content. I could agree less. The people of Paris are actually cold and unfriendly, while in New York this is a myth. The only rude guy we saw was clearly nuts and sketching rappers in his giant notebook on the subway.

I have no idea how I am going to write a paper about local history at this point. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York

what controls the tide

The title was just in the saved memory, so I used it.

Today has been a long, but living long day. Went to bed late, woke up early, fixed the internet, ate an apple and chocolate bar, watched the lovebirds make bagels, eat them, dance, watch the snow fall numerous times, nothing ever sticking and talking a special german boy.
Now i'm just bored shitless and wondering... what is there to do next? I could clean.
...............OH MORTIMER GUESS WHAT. last night i got the most exciting text of my life, from k-town in l-town saying, while on her flight over the lands to nova scotia, there was a man on the plane. A man known as Mr. Joel Plaskett... guess who will have a signatune signature, (just joking, it's really just an plain old signature) in the mail, at her house? in the coming never specifide weeks? Moi hoi.
How's new york going? Did you take your phone? I can't remember if you did.
Either case, have some music you don't really enjoy, hope you brought all your hipster clothes.
I hear it's cold. BEST TIME TO SHOW IT OFF.

Bring it

One hour. That's all, and soon I will be on my way to the province's interior. I didn't expect to be doing this till next week, so it's a little bit of a shock. These are the things I'm looking forward to:

• wearing wool socks
• food in general
• not having to pay for anything
• coming back to a warm house
• wood stoves
• my family

And possibly the coolest thing of all: MY OLD DOGS WILL BE THERE!! Eric is bringing the whole crew up to race.

I hope The Big Apple is everything you hoped it would be, Ems. And I'll see you after Reading Break, Sarah. You should come over and meet my rabbit some time for a little bit of pre-bonding before the summer.

even if it is not true

I realize I should not be writing this. I should be writing my essay regarding the lost sense of community within the education system once it was formally institutionalized. However I am too jumpy at the moment. Also I am having doubts about the thesis statement now... and Laura wants me to make a broader statement regarding the state of education in Canada but how the crap can I do that in 5 pages, Laura? Either way Jordan (the prof) is gonna tilt his head back and look at me down his considerable schnoz and perhaps make an uninterested murmuring noise.

BUT.

at 5:00 pm ish tomorrow I will be cabbing it to the West Side YMCA with a bunch of like-minded if exhausted fellow art nerds. THIS is why I cannot properly write. Also I will internet-less for the nest week, which seems strange but I doubt I will even notice.

Hoi Hoi! Comtemporary Art

This is me trying to pack- I have been doing laps. I made my brother a birthday CD to waste time (his birthday is not for another two weeks) Weird thing though, every big trip I take is right before his birthday. Last time I was in Frankfurt international airport buying him souvenirs for places I didn't even go to. HA

Anyway I'm getting revved to see some Edward Hopper and some Gustave Klimt. If I die of happiness (or terrorist bombing) let it stand- you may divide my belongings among yourselves. I guess Shark can have what piddle money I have left to get some world traveling in... I know she wants to.

to hit the land!

Today was nice in the aspect of what my dinner was, just bread and tea.
Today was also nice in the aspect that b-town muller and I went for a nice walk, and got hit and surrounded by waves. We walked by through beacon hill park, freezing, because from head to toe, ice cubes were present and forming.

Tonight, I just went on a slight cleaning spritz and tomorrow I see my family. Thats another nice aspect. Mostly because I forever feel lost, and confused, and they are a wonderful base.

Pleasure spiked with Pain

Just wrote 800 words in under an hour. No need to applaud. Also wrote a postcard, a letter,three long emails, scattered in-class notes and one or two comments on Facebook. My little fingers are exhausted.

Laura I have both of those varieties of maps. You can have to one of the world, I plan on keeping my Canada one though. You may look at it if you wish.

Just watched 'Earth' by Deepa Mehta in my diasporic film class. That movie made me so tense I am still pulling yoga stretch moves to help my shoulders out. I cannot even believe this world we live in sometimes.

Had a meeting about New York today, can you say 4 days? Told two people where I was going, one of them gushed the other one looked down his nose at me and told me he marks student's papers in NY all the time, I should have no problem writing my paper. HA.

Also picked up a copy of the local undergraduate review this afternoon. Some of that prose made me gag. I hate to be a snob, but if I can't grasp what you mean in the first paragraph, I'm not going to make an effort. Also on the topic of being a snob: the painting at the top is by Emily Carr. She was born in a snowstorm in 1871 about 20 minutes walking from where I am sitting right now. She did the painting 3 years before she died, when she was making the craziest collapsed-foreground, chaotic swirl paintings. I guess she got sick of doing things like she was told to do things. Who can blame her?

We were sitting with our backs against the world, sayin' things that we thought would never hurt, oh who would have thought it would end up like this

Ohhh, The Script. How happy am I that I found your album in the bottom of a bargain bin for $2.99? Very, very happy.

This painting is by Gerardo Dottori. I don't know anything about him and this is basically an attempt to make myself look smart. But it's kinda cool, dontcha think?

Speaking of maps, I desperately need a small map of Canada and a larger map of the world, the first one for me to write all over and the second one for me to admire.

Prospects are looking good for this Yukon job. Here's hoping this coming summer is spent on the tundra under the Midnight Sun.

Quick Map of Israel.

Right now, that's just exactly what I am doing- drawing a quick map, for personal reference, of Israel. Just because i'm reading this cookbook, focusing on modern foods and cuisine in that lovely country (The foods of Israel Today, By Joan Nathan) and the book,is a cookbook, like I said, but also.. a story/history book, with alot of interviews and bits of cool and useful information and random paragraphs about it works over yonder.

It's cool though so far, a common theme in the first 20 pages has been just explaining that over the last 60 so years, the country it self, is new, but also, after ww2 and other problems, Jews from all over were flocking to their homeland, and there isn't really a consistent cuisine to say, of the sort.

Which is cool, I'm all into learning about a country discovering/re-discovering new bits of his or her self.

I also got a Lebanese and Turkish cookbook. Both look promising. Actually, in the Lebanese one, there was this milk pudding recipe, using rose and orange blossom water as flavorings, "Mouhallabia", and cardamom coffee, served sweet, and both just remind me of Montreal, and billeting, and sitting outside when it was sunny, enjoying the goodlife, either it be on the back porch, instantly remembering the typical back alley ways, or in the park, during lunch hour at work. Both good times. That week actually, while I was enjoying this, I also saw Corinne Bailey Rae. Shit man.