SInking in the Sand

Hey. Just drove Tyson out to Sydney in a land cruiser with open alcohol, sweet potato chips, boobie jokes and two Muellers. That's too much meat for me.
Also Lady Gaga. There is a fine line between ironic "appreciation" and real life enjoyment of terrible techno remixes to terrible songs. Also, have you heard the Rianna [sic] song where she talks about whips and chains?? This is a tad too much for me.
Anyway it was nice to drive out of the city, in a car full of men. I've been spending a lot of time with girlies lately. What I needed was testosterone, wrestling and innuendos. I got all of these things and a pretty nice sunset over Elk Lake. And Russian paratrooper goggles. Perfect for leaning out the window at high speeds.
Was at Zoe's house last night. She named her fighting fish "Scrambles the Death Dealer." I feel like there must me another world in which I could come up with names like that and be confident in announcing them to the world.
Been looking up grad schools too. So far its LA and Toronto. Not sure if I could live in Los Angeles. I mean, could you?
Reading: The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen (great writing! Man, I haven't been this into a book since... Nikolski?)
Listening:
This has been stuck in my head fo evah evah

polynominals!

This week, like I told you, i'm teaching marimba to little ones and mothers with Sir Forrest. It's going as good as you can, when you have impatient little ones, and a deadline *preformance at potluck tomorrow night.

That being said, it's also fun. There this adorable little black girl controling the beast of the bass and her mother on the baritone beside her.

After ever practice, I go to the cafe down the road and have a hot chocolate and do an hour of math. The barista knows that I'm coming for a hot chocolate. The moment I come through the door, she smiles and asks " hot chocolate?" It's great.

The man and I are talking again. Thats really nice too. I finally had an alright nights sleep.

The Water.

Not worth it, baby.
Everyone is rubbing me the wrong way today though. Especially fictional characters.

No one swims in the ocean here- it is too full of human waste. How depressing is that?
If I lived in this house by myself I would run down the hill to this grey body of water (probably in the buff) and splash maniacally head first into the surprisingly warm water, float around a bit, then run back up the hill to lounge in my (probably claw footed) porcelain tub.
Also If I lived in this house the wood would be stacked properly and there would be flowers, goddamn.

oh lame.

He still isn't talking to me. Day ... since friday.

we go hard, cuz we always on the grind (she replies with : oh really?)

Not much to say. The sun has been shinning and the bushes have been exploding with blackberries.So much so that I got to be on top of the garage a couple days ago and be picking them. I was wearing this dress though and just came from DA water. I don't recommend it. My mom made the best blackberry upside down pound cake the other day. It was gone in minutes. And it was gigantic. This weekend is just finishing up some stuff and we are playing at kidsfest tomorrow afternoon.  It's early now, but I think I'm going to finish up a chapter of work and then head down to the beach. Go for a little hike u know? I've been reading Plato's republic lately. 10 pages at a time.

Eating za'atar and dreaming of Beirut trumpets.

Ben Grasso.

Was in a limo with champagne and cuban dance grooves last night. Apparently this is what your boss can do for you when you are turning 22. The birthday girl laughed graciously and allowed everyone to buy her drinks.
Unfortunately champagne is a little sweeter than I'm used to.
This picture of the house? The bottom half is how I am feeling at the moment. Even after my sandwich and cocoa with coconut milk.

seriously, too many hours.

This past weekend was long. It started 8 am Friday morning and didn't end until 8 last night. It included roughly 10 sets of marimba, hot sun and trips to the mainland.   The weekends food source included a bunch of free food, too much pizza, samosas, market berries, stomach sickening ferry french fries and this adorable huge heart shaped sprinkle sugar cookie and london fog dog god.

I swear though, there wasn't enough sleep at times and then waking up sunday morning to take the 830 out nearly killed me. But can I thank the gods for the great weather? Especially for our first "big concert" (harmony arts in  west van). It was in a crazy beautiful location and there was a violin trio that played before us with a young adorable goodlooking guy. He was basically like the canadian version of alexander rybak, but with less ego and a better back story ( he broke his...upper arms skiing and fighting off bears), can I say I have a little celebrity crush? Listen to "Humerus Breakdown" http://r3.ca/0Fxd. All Carmanagh and I could think about was how neat it would be if we could actually properly dance to this music, big 18th century dress included.
We also went to this persian market and I found these gigantic breads Cyrus kept talking about. It's like naan, but no lie, maybe 2 and a half feet long? The boys had to make the point that you could easily make a suit of armor out of the bread. Or at least sleeves.
The day ended with us parking at a funeral home and hitting up dairy queen.

it's real.

Finally got around to seeing Midnight in Paris last night. $2.75 for the nine o'clock showing. Everyone who works at Cinecenta is a writing student, you really have to watch your mouth.
"I wonder if Woody Allen likes Edith Piaf" sighs the boy whimsically as he handed Zoe her popcorn. Whatever.
We talked about Rapid Thigh Motions, the name of her running team, and my consistent hot-air-brain when it comes to art trivia. Like that time that those tourists sat around gushing about some sculptor at the Met that I had never even heard of.
So today I ran to the library (not literally, jeez) and got out a book about "The Revolutionary Decade That Gave the World Impressionism" after that I will read one about the "First American Avant-Garde" and then I will get back to you. After too much time spent in the stacks with cross eyes I skipped over to the much loved  noodle joint for a box of salmon pesto which I ate in the orchard of an old convent down by the bay.
Quote for the day: "In this bitch of a life, you can never be too well armed" -Edouard Manet.
Look how much I am learning already.