On the Fast Track Cull-de-Sac

So I have a quick funny story from my day: today I lent this girl in the Mac Cafe $0.25 to put milk and sugar in her coffee- because apparently now it costs money. The manager there is a cross between Albrecht Durer (the perfectionist) and Hitler (the Nazi)--> side note: wouldn't it be unfortunate to have the last name Hitler? Like as a distant confused descendant of the Man?

Anyway this guy was like "I usually turn a blind eye, but..."

And I was like "Here."

And She was like "oh thanks so much, maybe I will see you around on campus or something...."

And so this evening I was in core yoga (big mistake, my legs are still feeling it) and while trying to keep my balance while simultaneously squatting, stretching and falling sideways I glanced in the mirror and there is the girl, in the back of the class, perfect form. And later she hands me the mat cleaner without a second glance, making real brief eye contact. Funny how I remember her but she doesn't remember me, and here I was feeling all proud and good about my money sharing.

I miss cake.

I wanted to bitch about how minimalist ideas are sometimes contracdictory. I wanted to talk about how the sky tonight is such a light color of any sky colors the night time can bring to the table.

But I won't, I'm too 'laxed to write anything long and thought provoke. My fingers are dry and stiff as I'm writing this.

The Kids Just Want to be Left on the Outside

Hey. I've got a bit of a two day headache going down. Not complaining or anything though, I'm still basking in the after glow of the trip. Plus a friend in class today said she could almost certainly get me a job at the Maltwood art gallery on campus for the summer. This would only be about ten bucks an hour putting radio-tags (I think that's what they are called) onto archive materials but can you imagine? One of the reasons I was iffy about staying in Vic was that I would probably not be able to get a job that would contribute to my future career. TADAA!

Anyways been trying to make a playlist for my group of seven- the ones that went to New York- someone had a bright idea that we should all exchange music, which is cool but expensive if it involves burning 6 seperate cds. I'mma have to go to the bookstore and pick up some blank discs.

Also realized about 30 minutes ago that the paper I have to write for my film class is required to be WAY more involved than I was planning on making it. We're talking 4 print sources, at least. How in tarnation am I supposed to find ANY sources on Bollywood film in our white bread university library...hmmmm?

Anecdote: this girl stood up in front of our Emily Carr class today and starts talking about this SexPositive magazine that she and her friend were starting up, which is cool and all, but I honestly have nothing to add in- I need to work on my sexploits. Anyway at the end of her spiel she mentions a contest to determine the name of the magazine and my prof (who is probably in her mid sixies, tiny and so so smiley all of the time, with shaky hands and an old fashioned attitude, I thought) makes this sweeping motion with her hand and goes: "Was Emily Carr a virgin?" and then quieter, "let's hope not." I have to admit that I cackled. The girl in front of me laughed until she cried, seriously. Please do not make me visualize this cutesy old woman doing the nasty- you can call me immature all you like.

The picture at the top was taken in the Metropolitan Museum- right next to Northwest Indigenous art section, this uberwhite boy in our group claimed to be an expert Kwakwaka-wakh carver, surprinsing the rest of us. You never know with people eh? Life has taught me this.

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.