Friday, July 23, 2004
jesus, would you just leave already?
Although I will be making an attempt to "write notebooks full of wonder to transcribe upon your return." I do have one more thing to say that I can't leave without doing.I've been thinking about wonder a little lately and before I actually go I am taking a brief break to inadequately describe the sense of wonder I've been feeling lately.
Over the last year I've been given a great many gifts. As strange as those gifts may be to those of you who are nonbloggers, to us I think they are one of the most important things we have. They include open minds brimming with fantastic ideas and wonderful thoughts and endless boundless words of support and understanding. Not like any understanding that exists in the 'real' world. Or at least not in my real world.
The gift of friendship. The kind of friendship that is almost instantly recognizable across countries and miles and borders. Maybe because of those distances and maybe just in spite of them. Friendships that are more powerful and cherished in the deepest part of me for the simple fact of how they came about, how they inspire me to grow and how I know they will endure.
The gift of feedback from those who don't confuse "who" you are with "what" you write, whether they are the same thing or not. And occasionally, the gift of someone who almost effortlessly knows which bits are who you are and what words to pay attention to.
I wrote something in December last year that I saw last night again and that was about some of the things that I had learned ...that sometimes, people you don't know are more important than the people you do. That people you may never meet are still important relationships worth nurturing and effort.
In using this place as a place to learn, about myself and about others, I find myself with a strong support group, a band of 'fans' I don't feel I deserve and people I admire and revere who, strangely enough, don't feel that they deserve that from anyone else. We're a funny little bunch, aren't we?
The last little while has again renewed that faith and that wonder. I think that maybe I have to explain the feeling like exactly that and then stop.
All this is in part an attempt to say something to all of you but it is mostly a weak attempt to describe how I felt about the gift I found in my inbox this morning. In a week of firsts, this really was the first. I'm not going to share it because it wasn't that sort of gift but I cannot let it go by without at least saying that it was the best, most 'eureka', most 'thank you for getting it' kind of gift that finally and fully validated something I've been secretly hoping, without even being able to admit it to myself, that someday someone would come along and do.
I still don't have the words. The only ones I have are these here and maybe all I can do is add that I don't think I will ever be the recipient of something quite so precious again, because once in our lives could very well be too much to ask for.
I, finally am off to finish packing and spend some time drifting along in my innertube on this river of wonder, but I am going to borrow another's words as a final note.
Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts or measure words, but pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.
Dinah Mulock Craik
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Summer Roadtrip Reading List
-list version over there on the right-My strange little book store has all these different 'areas' in it and up until now I've usually stuck with the horror, the fantasy and the suspense.
A couple of months ago I noticed the 'travel' section which led to such books as In A Sunburned Country and that creepy one about the scary bits of London.
Then I found the 'reference' section and got a bit lost in all those lovely sexy words held against their will (I'm sure) in such a structured environment. Although that time I came out with only a Thesaurus because frankly I was a bit disappointed that I did not see any Dictionary of Newfoundland English which eschie had put me in a mind to keep an eye out for.
Well, today I discovered a whole other ROOM!!!! I was beside myself. It was the mysticism, philosophy, cooking books, kid's books, hardcover books (and on) room!
So, here we have the list of the lucky books that will accompany me next week. I'll get the novels out of the way first.
The Man in the Moss by Phil Rickman cause he's brilliant.
No Night is Too Long by Barbara Vine.
Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby to maybe not learn about the game itself but more about the cultural fascination the Brits (et al) have with their football.
The Burning Altar by Frances Gordon
West Wind - a book of poetry by Mary Oliver sent for my birthday by the thoughtful and lovely Pob, which I've been saving for some quiet time.
"In her collection of 40 poems, Pulitzer and National Book Award winner Mary Oliver writes of nature and love and its paradoxical way of remaining a steadfast constant while slowly taking on new shapes and meanings. West Wind echoes Walt Whitman as it laments on the value of being alone in and with nature, while choosing a path all its own."
The Soul's Code by James Hillman, who apparantly was the inspiration for Thomas Moore's 'Care of the Soul'. Which I couldn't get through 10 years ago but this one intrigued me with this...
"Hillman discusses character and calling, introducing an "acorn theory" that claims that "each life is formed by its unique image, an image that is the essence of that life and calls it to a destiny." James Hillman presents an alternative, existential viewpoint that who we become as adults is predetermined before our birth, in the same way that the genetic code of a colossal oak rests within that tiny acorn. Borrowing the language of Plato's Myth of Ur, Hillman suggests that this imaginary sense of our lives or callings drives each of us like a personal daimon or force. Without succumbing to oversimplification or wishful thinking, Hillman challenges the reductive "parental fallacy" - the contention that our early experience with our parents determines our selves and our futures. The daimon, he says, pulls us up out of mere conditioning to have a fate. In this brilliant, absorbing work, Hillman dares us to believe that we are each meant to be here; that we are needed by the world around us. "
Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puffs -*A Low Culture Manifesto by Chuck Klosterman, who had me almost from the get go...
...the first book in history to examine breakfast cereal, reality television, tribute bands, Internet porn, serial killers, and the Dixie Chicks. Whether deconstructing 'Saved by the Bell' episodes or the artistic legacy of Billy Joel, the symbolic importance of the 'Empire Strikes Back'... Chuck will make you think, he'll make you laugh, and he'll drive you insane - usually all at once. As Klosterman realizes late at night, in the moment before he falls asleep, "In and of itself, nothing really matters. What matters is that nothing is ever -in and of itself-."
Twin Souls by P. Joudry & M. Pressman
Ever since I saw a movie years ago that was based on this idea and did some reading on it, it's been an enduring question and a source of curiosity for me. From Plato's story of Hermaphrodite who was split in two, eternally fated to search ceaselessly for its other half to the theories of soul attraction. The idea that every soul awaits it's completion and that every life tends toward that. That it is the motive from which all motives spring.
Which could end up being quite a nasty scrap with Mr. Hillman and his 'acorn' theory up there and the 'other half' theory down here. Should make for some lively page turning.
Regardless, I'll come out the other side with a few more little beliefs and some different points of view to add to my vault. After all, it took three years or so of reading about different religions to come up with one of my own. Part of that story is here and to this day it remains one of my favorite posts. Regardless, my core belief system - which includes my religion (no seperation between church and state here, nosiree) is something I own, something that changes as I learn and think and something that will never work for anyone else. Because, you see, I don't think it should - for the simple fact that there is no one else like me in all the world.
And no one else like you.
And I think sometimes we all forget that.
I'm off bright and early Saturday morning and won't have time tomorrow to say goodbye - I've snuck in a post or two that are new below in case you're really lonely without me. *snort* And there's even a little listy over on the left of a few of the ones that mean something important to me or that are favorites for some reason...
Have a great few days, I'll see you all soon, whether it's from the west coast (later, dude) or home again on the prairies (howdy, li'l cowpoke).
*mwah*
more bits
Because I just blew 40 minutes discussing books with someone who majored in religious studies in uni and is, of all things, our Newfie bartender at the 'ol Trap and Gill, I am way behind. Before I'm outta here for the night there's two, maybe three things....Neil - your emails are bouncing back. I'm worried. Where the hell are you?
Vancouver: Issued 4.00 PM PDT Thursday 22 July 2004
Tonight .. Clear. Windy near the coast this evening. Low 18.
Friday .. Sunny. High 27 except 34 inland. UV index 8 or very high.
Saturday .. Sunny. Low 18. High 31.
Sunday .. Sunny. Low 18. High 27.
Book shopping today. We should know by now how happy that makes me. I'll post a vacation reading list over to the right before I go.
Oh, going on vacation Saturday morning. Since no one offered to guest blog, you're all just gonna have to suck it up unless I happen upon some internet access. All writing will be in my notebook and will be selectively posted after I get home. Maybe a voice post but don't count on it.
Chris - Pretty much the only instance in the last couple years where I haven't done what I promised someone I would. And now I've gone and done it twice. I love you, girlie and one of the sweetest sounds in my life is hearing you're little 'Merkin voice say it too. I don't know how you put up with me.
In having the kiwi's and the Aussies here and trying to figure out what the hell they're saying I've seriously neglected my heritage. I realized on the way home tonight that I have not said, let alone THOUGHT, pants in ages (if blogger's not working it's 'brunching' on Feb 14 - I'm not referring to the cartoon but something in the text and I can't find the original post on that one, damn). Honestly, by the middle of 2006, I'll have so much slang that I'll have invented a new language. Then even less people will understand me. And that, my friends, will make me a linguist. A cunning one. So, here, Newfie, Brit and Aussie (written phonetically just cause it makes more sense and I think I got it all right).
Gwan b'ye, yer 'avin' me on, that's bloddy pants innit, ya wank'ah.
Lord t'undering jay-sus, ya yob, ya'r just too random for me.
My god, must go eat some mad cow, kick in the latent Albertan again. And if anyone got the joke up there, you are SO getting a present.
lyric at post:
..there is
something exciting about leaving everything behind..
EDIT:
snippet blitz so I can get to something resembling a concentrated approach to the mess on my desk
"I think everything's going to be fine. You just have to be a little more optimistic.""THAT? Coming from you? There must be a new definition of irony that I've not seen yet."
You think the people at work have noticed I've been a little snarly for months? *snort*
Best line of the week: And I'm this close to faking my own death and hiding in the woods.
Just cause I have to pull this one out every once in a while. If you haven't seen Blit Wizbot do "I Will Survive", I suggest you go here posthaste and forthwith to download it. Classic.
Couple hours on the phone with my oldest friend t'other night. Sometimes it's a bit gross to hear about what happened to who, but apparantly some guy I dated for a week in high school is now a crack addict with no teeth. Somehow I think I saw that coming when I ran into him 8 years ago and he was proud he'd just gotten out of jail for robbing the local Payless Gas. Even more telling than the robbery was the fact that he didn't go outside of his own neighborhood nor disguise himself to do it. *sigh*
Dreaming of the island....I walk on. The forest creatures follow this invader of their world, keeping just out of sight. Some watchful, some indifferent. I wonder idly if they would protect this place if I meant to cause it harm. An en masse attack, the inhabitants suspending their own prejudice and fear of one another long enough to subdue the evil intruder?
I feel their eyes upon me and sense their passage as they keep pace with me.
Oh and the new CD I burned for the trek across the mountains - the only one - can't be arsed right now to put in the time to do another.
28 Days - What's the Deal
Barney Bentall- - Come Back to Me
Butterfly Boucher - Another White Dash
Cat Stevens - Wild World
Dido - White Flag
Eddie Rabbit - Love a Rainy Night
The Waifs - London Still
Everclear - Amphetimine
Gangajang - This is Australia
GooGoo Dolls - Name
Headstones - Cubically Contained
Hunters & Collectors - Holy Grail
Zebra - John Butler Trio
Living End - Save the Day
RamJam - Black Betty
Sara McLaughlin - Song for a Winter's Night
Tricky - Excess
The Waifs - Lighthouse
Wide Mouth Mason - Change
The Irish Descendants - Barrett's Privateers
In a Canadian Broadcast Standards Council Ontario Regional Panel decision to the complaint that the Headstones lyrics for the above song played at 8:10 pm on CFNY-FM contained the words "bastards" and "fuckers" the response in part included this gem: "the programming codes administered by the CBSC clarify that 'the broadcaster's programming responsibility does not extend to questions of good taste.' Go Canada. *snort*
lyric at post:
..I could be asleep boy, or I could be awake
I could be alive and be the walking dead..
lyric at edit:
..I believe in different reasons
I believe in breath through seasons
I believe when snow flakes fall
I believe in buildings tall..
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Mother Goose is a nasty bitch
I was digging about in my storage on a grey and drippy morning a few weeks ago searching in vain for a curling iron I've hung onto through at least 10 years of a brush cut, finally having to acquiesce to the nagging suspicion I really did toss it last year, thinking I would never grow the hairs again. Which of course only reinforces my conviction that when you throw things out, that's when you need them.But I did come across my "Mother Goose Treasury" which according to the bookplate, I acquired in 1978. Bringing it back inside and flipping idly through the pages, I wonder if Mother was English/Scot/Irish as there seems quite a lot of references to places and phrases over 'there'. (and yes, I realize they weren't written all by one woman named Mother Goose). Examples you say? (as the old boss said the other day - you could TELL me things, but why should I BELIEVE you without proof? Which might be why she's my old boss) Anyways, examples... 'The Kilkenny Cats' / misty moor / half a farthing candle.
Anyways, it struck me once again how absolutely nasty and brutal these nursery rhymes are. Did Mother hate all children? Did Mother want to instill in us a sense of the larger world of injustice and cruelty beyond our bouncing toes and narrow world view 30 years before we were quite ready for it? Did someone end up lynching Mother in an effort to just. shut. her. up.?
I just found one called 'See-Saw' and it's second verse goes....
Sold her bed and lay upon straw;
Was not she a dirty slut
To sell her bed and lie in the dirt.
My god, it's not our parents / society's fault we're all fucked up. It's Mother Goose! Okay, I can admit that maybe 'slut' meant something different a 100 years ago but do you think we could update here?
I could go on but, for once, I won't, as time is growing short and I must away...
Along with my own Mother's fabulous impression of the rat in Charlotte's Web talking with his mouth full of the egg case, this was my favorite thing as a wee tyke....
Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly,
With my little eye,
I saw him die.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
With my little dish,
I caught his blood.
Who'll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
With my thread and needle,
I'll make the shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
With my pick and shovel,
I'll dig his grave.
Who'll be the parson?
I, said the Rook,
With my little book,
I'll be the parson.
Who'll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If it's not in the dark,
I'll be the clerk.
Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
If it's not through the night,
I'll carry the coffin.
Who'll bear the pall?
We, said the Wren,
Both the cock and the hen,
We'll bear the pall.
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
As he sat on a bush,
I'll sing a psalm.
Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull,
So Cock Robin, farewell.
All the birds of the air,
Fell a-sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
Right, then, who's up for a little therapy?
instant relaxation techniques
Buying your third pair of sunglasses in a week.I went to get a haircut this morning. And after the trauma of leaving the barbershop in March, I've come to like my little girlie hairdresser. On the weekend she broke her thumb. In three places. Had to have surgery. Playing softball. I'm thinking there's got to be better cover stories than that. Anyways, little girlie number two cut my hair. Did a good job too - although I have to say the head massage is better with 'ol thumbless. But now I have to go through that 'phase' again.
Oh wait, it's been in a 'phase' since March when I decided to grow it. Never mind.
Anyways, back in the office.... oh wait, no office stories.
Too bad. It was a good one. I'm not telling that story...I'm trying to tell this one - - -
Then I get this message on my line.... you know, one of those ominous mean ones...
We are calling for .... and you must call us back immediately at this number, in regards to an urgent business matter, while quoting this number and if you don't we're coming over later to trash your car."
I thought, aha! I don't have a car! Suckers. Then I remembered that on Friday - I will. So I called them back.
Turns out my PREVIOUS jerkoff cell phone provider (who I actually was with for 8 or 9 years even though I didn't really look that up at the time - I just yelled random numbers at them) and all that awful GRIEF I went through with them had sent my bill to a nasty collection agency. Which if you've known me for a while you will understand how absolutely fast this makes me go from giggly cute jenny to raging 'where's that goddamned baseball bat' mode.
I think for a sec, tell the guy to wait, go get my bill cause you know, I keep it close to my heart. I sit back down, take a couple deep breaths and ....
Yes, I do have my final bill in my hand, yes, it does say -final bill-. When was it due, you ask? Oh wait, let me check that. JULY 17.
Yes, I am such an irresponsible and despicable human being that my cell phone provider forwarded my file to a collection agency 2.5 business days after my bill was due.
Assholes.
Oh and because I haven't mentioned who they were because I think it's rude to slag companies unless they really deserve it....
ROGERS AT&T
ROGERS AT&T
ROGERS AT&T
ROGERS AT&T
ooh, that felt pretty good.
I'm getting out of the office now so I can go home and ignore the computer and actually maybe get some of the 8 million things done that I must do.
lyric at post:
..in the evening when the moon is shining marigold
that's when time draws a line down to your very soul..
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
practical applications of a good education
I booked the tea leaf reader today. Cause, you know, I'm exactly half my mothers age now. Or she's twice mine. I forget. I thought it would be cool for both of us to go for a birthday present. Of course, maybe not so cool if they tell either of us we're going to die. Isn't there some kind of code that they don't say bad shit? I guess we'll find out. I went a couple years ago and this woman was pretty damn amazing. I mean really..... tea leaves? There has to be some sort of latent freaky talent there. You know, it's not like palm reading or tarot cards, where that's a science or anything.Okay, I'm kidding. But tarot and palm can be learned. Things like tea leaves and aura reading, can't. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Besides, we all know I believe in faeries. What do you expect out of me? Rationality?
Moving right along so I can get to the gallery....
I've been unable to master the Chacos I bought on Canada Day.
Did I really put some effort into it? I must admit that I did not.
...until I spent a day in them at the Stampede with feet that were already 4 days into cowboys boots and some other boots and were fucking killin' me.
Oh, then I put some seeeeeerious work-up-a-sweat effort into it.
Although, again, I have to admit it's hard to do up a seemingly complicated series of straps while you are hopping up and down on one foot in the beer line at the Chuckwagon races.
And if you've already been sweating like a pig for four days (and why do they say that? pigs can't sweat - that's why they like mud). Whatever...you know what I mean.
Okay, maybe they're REALLY not all that complicated. To the rest of the world. Maybe I'm just unable to THINK in the correct sequence of steps. Maybe I'm just a spatially dysfunctional girl.
It's a known fact, ya know. Girls don't think in 3D. Mostly. I read a research paper on it once. And if it were one of my talents, instead of being just a kick ass line programmer able to troubleshoot like a motherf***er, I'd be a circuit designer. But, I have to be able to see it and understand it and it has to make sense to me. And even though I got one of the engineers to tutor me, (sure, it was in a bar and I paid him in beer, but it still counts) I could memorize the formulas and DO it but I didn't understand it fully, and that's not good enough:
It just didn't make SENSE to me. (and don't tell me it does to you - I don't care)
Where was I? Oh, yeah, the sandals....
Maybe it's the fault of the guy in the store who told me that ALL the straps were interconnected that was throwing me off. I'm too trusting.
Cause, you know, once an engineer looks at them and explains that the straps are connected in tandem with each other but not TO each other and as soon as I adjust them with that knowledge firmly in mind....
...THEY FIT LIKE HEAVEN.
I have happy feet.
So, thanks, eh?
I forgot some films this morning and I have a CD somewhere with pre-90's stuff on it. Will update soon and I think I seriously need to do some monkeying around with the whole damn thing, but I've just realized how much I have to get done in three days. Shit. Shit.
Galleries are up. Their permanent link is on the left under "Everywhere".
Man, I'm tired.
But one, I just noticed that Picasa has software and if I just did all this for nothing, I will kill the cat. I mean it. Don't make me.
And two, I'm worried Jeff's had to have his leg cut off. I still can't pick that cloth up out of the sink. Maybe I can pay someone else to do it.
And three, I just can't resist the urge to check my email before I got to bed, can I? Now I don't think I can sleep.
I'm ready for my close up, Mr Demille
--ohhhhh, so that's what they did while I was away.Did I say that out loud? I think I whispered it.
So, I'm reading the solicitation and submission requests this morning and it seems that they're looking for someone to provide firefighting services at two airports in Iraq.
Seriously - do you think anyone's gonna go for it?
Some of the military requests in here make me fear even more for the future of the planet. But I won't go into that, no point in all of us being scared shitless. I'll just throw that burden on the pile underneath my bed and the rest of you can go happily about your business in blissful ignorance.
One question and one only ... what's "coherent radiation equipment"? There's such a thing as "incoherent" radiation equipment? What does it do, panic and start screeching gibberish when it detects danger before breaking down, sobbing quietly and moaning - "its over, its all over, too late, we're doomed"?
I'd recommend making sure you're fully vaccinated though. For everything. Right now. Go on, I'll wait........
Oh, while I'm waiting - pics are back and everything will be up tonight. Just one below, due to the fact that the irony involved is pretty rich.
I just have to go on record as saying that I oppose digital cameras (and those who never put them down) on a decent and clean-living moral basis. Especially when the decency and general citizen 'upstandedness' involved may be mine. By this you can assume that my pictures are all posed. By this you can also assume that other people have pictures that were not.
Just so you know. Opposed. I'll just leave it at that.
(hey, if it's in writing, it must be true, yes?)
*sigh* Tired of waiting. Impatient. Must go have a chai. I'll boycott Starbucks starting tomorrow, I promise.
lyric at post:
..just phoning it in,
just breaking the skin..
Monday, July 19, 2004
cat lovers?
This is the funniest thing I have read in forever. It's really long though. So here's a little bitsy piecey of it.I've just spent freaking HOURS redoing the galleries. I even found a rocking freeware album maker. Except, then.... you realize you should have laid it out completely differently in the very first five minutes and so have to go back and start all over again. So, sorry, I gave up. But it's all ready and good to go to add in the new stuff.
Are ya 'cited?
I was thinking today how much I missed this place and then I realized.... no access in BC next week. Except maybe one day at Lesley's. So, maybe an audio post or two? After the novelty of the first one they get a bit tedious. And PornyBoy is not around to guest blog. Which makes me want to cry (you bastard! *fist shaking in the direction of Scotland*). Which I'm still upset that no one commented on cause I absolutely loved that post. I just can't do it like that boy can, you know?
So, guest blogger. I'm not asking anyone specifically cause this week I'm all about fear of rejection. Anyone feel like coming in here and making shit up?
lyric at post:
..I'm jaded and you're beautiful
I'm deluded and I'm envious of you..
re-addition
I've added some stuff back. There are no changes to the decor per se, one or two little updates.Something I should probably mention - in 100 things I said there was nothing I could think of that I wouldn't eat. I have one now. Vegemite.
brrrr.
I will also never sniff food I have not seen before at 8 am. Again.
It's still too hot here for me to sleep properly (although ending up on the floor last night may have something to do with that) but we just had a thunderstorm. And we already know how I feel about those.
lyric at post:
..between your toes, this is how it goes
down with a beer in my hand ..
Sunday, July 18, 2004
hanging with the homeboy
Because, I'm back. At least every couple days, for now.Although, you know, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. So, you may get the pics of Stampede but you will not be getting the stories. Sorry, man. Although judging by some of the T3's digital pics, I don't remember some of the stories myself. Er....but knowing resourceful T3 - they may end up online.
Maybe that cute little hair tuft below the lip story but...that's probably it.
So, GrandMaster D's visit. Which was totally a couple days past when he should have been here. Regardless, I'm so done with the Stampeding so we hung out on the balcony with a bottle of wine to do our twice yearly 'catching up'.
I haven't actually had those kind of relationships here for the last 10 years, not like our tight group back home. I miss them a lot and actually missed them even more than usual this week just due to the fact that the people around me were a pretty tight little group and because I spent some time describing him to Matt, which always makes you miss your buddies, right? Those relationships that even though you don't spend all your time together, the time you do spend together is full of those (esch I remember somewhere on the old site you had an area that was the 'things you just had to be there for jokes' but for the life of me I can't remember it and it was way the hell wittier). Anyways, those in-jokes. That easiness around each other. That understanding that they know exactly what the hell you're talking about. The things I can tell D that I can't tell you or anyone here for the simple fact that it means nothing without knowing the history of the Jen. No one else has the right or the ability to turn to me and say, "Aw, but fuck, it's not like you have EVER .... remember that time....?"
Like when D walks in and hasn't even taken off his shoes before he mentions the trip and I reply and then he hits right on devil's advocate and I rise right up to the bait. Whereupon he looks over at Cara and says, "See, the thing about Jen is you've got to antagonize her to get her going and make sure she does what she means to just to fucking prove you wrong. That's my job." (not that I agree with that but yanno, it's an example). The little shit.
He's studying to write his pilots licence and flys the little Cessna's so will be out here next month with a plane. I may even let him take me for a ride. I'm not so sure I've forgiven him for one of his last little 'jokes' though. The full story of this road trip is here.
During the road trip to Winnipeg the shithole hotel we were staying in had a bathtub that took an hour to fill up so it's running and running and he goes in there to pee or talk to himself or something and when I get up to go in and have my bath there's a paper napkin stuck to the tile above the water that says....
"I peed in your bathwater."
At that point, you just have to have the damn bath, no matter what. Cause you just spent an hour waiting for it and it's -25 outside and all you want to do after spending a day in a peeler bar with your buddies is have.a.bath. And you don't think he did, but you can't totally be sure....
Anyways, back to the planes - we end up in the following conversation....
So, renting a plane, how much is that? Is it fairly reasonable or what?
It used to be $100 but now with tax it's about $125 an hour.
Seriously? It that even worth it?
Flying's fun.
There's a lot of things that are fun that don't cost $125 an hour, dude.
Yeah, but you have to talk to them, take them out on your anniversary, buy them shit...
And that, my friends, is one of the reasons I became the girl I am.
There is a whole bunch of pics actually in the gallery (including that freaking napkin) - you know, the one I took down - but I will do my best to get the whole thing back up this week. The chronicles of the monkey, Spank. Cause there are pics from March with the Monkey and there will be more in a few weeks.
There was a little convo with the female parental unit (I mentioned this a couple weeks ago but then never went into it any further) and my vacation next week may actually have to be a mom visit. Anyways, I've got too much work to do this week so I can't even contemplate what the hell I'm doing on Friday until at least Thursday.
And it's really hot here and although I was absolutely tickled pink to share my space this week I've been unused to doing that with anyone so by extension was looking forward to sleeping tonight in my gorgeous bed. Alone. But now one of my best friends gets the other half. As much as I love him, that sucks. Cause, you know, ewww. With the best friends, it doesn't matter if they're boy or girl, it's like sharing a bed with a brother or sister. Which then involves pajamas just cause it's eww. Did I mention it's hot here? It's 11:30 and it's 26 (82). Jeezus.
Oh but man, he did come up with the best two Canadian classic songs that must not be missed by the boys. Once I download them. And although, as a board member, I could have probably done without him on the balcony yelling,
short ones, curly ones
sticking outside the panty ones,
I've seen ***** ****, man"
That was a parody of some Johnny Cash song but does anyone whatsoever out there remember Maclean and Maclean? And that song, "**"? Oh, god, they were good. One's dead though although (of course) I saw them live when both of them were still alive. (starred out so that people stop fucking googling it and coming here, it annoys the shit out of me)
Oh god, and this Alberta country band, with the 'ol.....
And I don't give a fuck
Got a heater in my truck
And I'm off to the rodeo
It's an allamande left
And allamande right
C'mon you fuckin' dummy
Get your right step right
The rocking thing is that Cara is now travelling in a little better style to as close as an hour or two to her destination. Cause the Greyhound across the country is just nasty. I know - I've done it. And since I worked there, I did it for free, but even then....nasty. D may even be able to hook her up out there.
And on that note, my work here is done.
*mwah* I've missed you guys. Still, we do have a little 'attention to real life and that thing you do that pays you' issues to deal with which I can put off until August..until it's all done, I'll be a little more sporadic than the 'daily a-jen-da". I appreciate the emails and everyone's kind words. If you emailed within the last five days, I've barely had time to check so will get back to you Monday.
Who's been cleaning up in here?
Jeez, go away for a couple days and someone comes in and renovates. Now I don't know how anything works.I'm alive. That's all I got.
And an hour ago, I called my little buddy Derek and he says, "I'm just driving into Banff, I'll be there in two hours. I got 10 days off, want to come for a drive? "
Uh, no. I want to sleep for a week in someplace that has airconditioning. I'ts good to know his sense of advance notice still freaking sucks. He was planning to come through on the way back, when I won't be here.
But I may have just saved our girlie Aussie a long bus ride by handing her off.
And I'll be roadtripping myself in 7 days.
Neil? Check your email. Now.
There'll be pics up at some point this week. Now I have to go shower.
lyric at post:
..dream warm and hard and true in pieces, in colors, in a cloud of awkward blue..
