TAAOSAM

Thursday, October 20, 2011

you never did come in

Typical around this place: put your bowl of cereal down for 20 seconds and when you pick it up again there's a hairball in it. And the hair isn't yours. Looking up Killam Undergrauate Fellowships for Canadians. Gonna try and go study down South for a semester, if you know what I mean. Thinking about it anyway.
Made the mistake of sticking my thumb in a doorhinge last night. 3 guesses on the colour of the nail. Actually I don't even know what coulour you would call that... Puce? (get it Frenchies?)

	Chet Baker - My Funny Valentine .mp3

	Found at bee mp3 search engine

Anyway. Learnt about an artist today (surprise!) who did performance pieces in which she read to unclaimed bodies of women at the local morgue. And filmed the process. Which makes her sound like a creep so I shall explain.
AHemmmm hem.
In Thailand and other countries in South East Asia there is a text called the Inaow which is read at all (Buddhist) 'funeral' services for the benefit of the dead as much as for the living. The idea being that even though this text is not religious at all it somehow encourages the spirit of the newly dead to move on to the next realm. It is a process of letting go. Not sure if you've heard, but Thailand also has what could be called a... Rampant Sex-Trade problem. So this artist, Araya Rasdjarmrearnsook has entered the morgue of the city in which she lives and there and then performed these so-called 'last rites' for the bodies of women who have been unclaimed by families, by lovers or friends because their sole purpose in life was not to have these attachments, but to have holes into which things could be poked. And she films this and brings the images out to the galleries of posh Europeans who see only a spooky video of a small Thai girl reading in a quiet melodic foreign tongue in an echoing chamber with only a corpse for companion and can leave fealing both spooked and strangely at peace.
Don't say this is disgusting. That is insulting your own intelligence.

ice ice baby.

here, my toes are ready to nearly fall off (almost ready) and i'm trying to snarf down oatmeal. my stomach is sore though. it's horrrrrrible.

yesterday I took a bus to a part of town of nanaimo that i've never ever taken a bus to. south, ya know? carmanagh lives in this neat co-op building thing, and everyone that lives there seems to be really into the occupy movement. I went yesterday, nothing really going. I helped take pictures of this hotel guy giving away free pillows, and then hoolahooped for 10 minutes. the best part of the day was the earl grey marcaron i had.

yumyumyum

i get to go to hornby on sunday (yes!)

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Experimentaling

That was a word from grade seven that somehow meant "experimenting sexually." Don't ask me how that works, I can't remember.
Today I was asked to explain what an art historian is interested in learning and everyone sat quietly and listened. It was like a wet dream but it was dry and I was awake... The fact that my friend's 35 year old ex-con boyfriend laughed out loud at my major this weekend probably negates this but I'mma run with it anyway.
Considering a career as a pseudo-postmodernist ethnomusicologist.
Just kidding.

	Islands - Where There's a Will There's a Whalebone .mp3

	Found at bee mp3 search engine

8:20 already!?

Oh hi there, midterms. I knew you'd show up eventually.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

i'm sitting ontop of the washer.

seriously, I am. Today was a sunday of days. my daily fellowship included jehovah witnesses at my doortstep. it was cold. I wasn't wearing a bra and inside my head I wondered if they really cared. It's always the same guy too who stops by at least once a month, ernie. This Indonesian-dutch old man with a story that always related to the magazines he brought for me. and if i don't answer the door, he asks for me. unconditional love right there.

I peeled 20 pounds of tomatos today. the acidic juices ran down the sides of my arms, forming a puddle on the white tile floor, while assuring me there was this constant burning itch. allergies i guess. I blanched, peeled, chopped and am going to reduce the mess for some down home loving tomato puree. my dreams of becoming an intalian grandmother is coming true before my very eyes. it's like when no one would believe that they would see a black president, and then bam! before our verryy eyes.

marimba meeting tonight was a bust, but more of a hilarious one. though we did all descide that we would potentially go to hornby next weekend and enjoy the outdoor education center, while potentially doing a photoshoot. i like that idea. + carmanagh invited me over sometime this week to eat and work on the coverletters for the presskit. new best friends whaattttt (just joking) it's just nice to hang out with girls i like. who arnt bitches, but good friends. other then that, nothing new. daily update updated.

You peeling potatoes while we sonic alligators making records like we smoking crack, now.

Hey.
Was supposed to go climb a montagne but my body got in the way. So I'm lying on the floor of my room, thinking about how good this weather would be if I could only be IN it. A womb's gotta do what a womb's gotta do.
Last night I was in a terrible mood so I went to Bretts house and we carved pumpkins, drank beer and watched Arnold Schwarzaneggar movies in front of the crackling fireplace. You would not Believe the amount of jokes that started with "I thought I saw you in the pumpkin patch earlier M but it was just..." Signature Saturday afternoon. Tip though: don't watch Predator then try to find your way home through a shortcut in the forest.
Another tip: if you are not paying for heat the oven also works. Learned those from by friends in the 'burbs.
Also overheard this guy on the bus saying that he is getting $1000 a month in disability cheques. Looked fine to me.
Can I just say that I am working AND going to school (which I still can't afford) and waiting desperately on a student loan and this jackass beside me just moved downtown because he is just ROLLING in his disability cheques.

I'm ready to occupy or something.
Last tip: do not brag about your new found wealth on public transport. This ginger ninja will find you.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

frickin' Freida

Been listening to Hot Chip almost nonstop for the past 24 hours. Really helps me get into the Renaissance groove.
Here's a song I like:
Pay attention to the lyrics. They are hilar-ious.
Yesterday I drank 3 coffees and wrote 21 pages, today all I want to do is curl up foetus style and watch the English Patient.
Brett dropped out of school. I feel weird that he hasn't told me yet... found out from this smallish robin that flew by a while ago.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

I kiss the wall of the shower and there lies an imprint of my of the tip of my nose and lips. I draw a quick face around it that resembles a piece of toast, and gigantic hair to add drama. True Story. It really is true Kenny G.

The one weekend that I was actually busy and I didn't get to see you. You You You. Do YOU like my lovely art? I made it for you in celebration of this rap song totally dedicated Kenny g. It's hilarious, I've been fake dancing to it all day.
So how are things? How was your weekend? I completely died saturday night, and sunday and monday were just crazy. In theory I could have hung out with you post 7 on sunday, but I was too... something else/lack of words to even consider calling you up. I hope I didn't break your heart.
Recordings well went. I was grumpy saturday all day, but that's because I woke up at 6, and felt purposeless until after 8 when everyone else was waking up. Cd release party in december. I read half of that 130 year old book though. Trying to compare to to newer versions. I also successfully taught beer-o-mids to the band, and played it a couple times. I felt proud.

Here's the kenny g none stop music video