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|Wednesday, September 13th, 2006|
|dancing on my knees
I have a research assignment to do on the seal hunt - specifically the harp seal hunt of the Atlantic. It's interesting when you've deliberately avoided a cause-du-jour like this for a significant period of time, and then suddenly you read a few reports and you feel suddenly VERY interested - and not even from a moralistic standpoint, but a comparative one. I think the moral standpoint is easy enough to take even if you haven't read any of the info surrounding this ageless, endless monster-debate.
Read a few studies from various organizations, all conducted by veterinarians, and you see the subtle nit-picking and data skepticism going on the the back rooms. I like when grownups pit their info and strategies against each other, especially in scientific reports - an area I'm relatively inexperienced in. It's like a nature-geek version of the dozens (there were a lot of rap references on House last night..) I think if I fuck up this journalism thing, I'm going to go into research. It's almost more fun.
After thinking that no one would ever send me things, because I haven't sent out any things, and feeling kind of forlorn about that, I received the graphic bloodwork
of Mr. J. Bursach yesterday to my great delight and surprise! I flipped through it during HOUSE shuddering with laughter. I've never known someone whose artwork makes my brain whorl. That's right - WHORL. It's even more than "whirl." True talent, there, and I'm very excited to see what's coming next from him.
I find I'm VERY LOUD when Eric is working at the bar and I'm alone doing homework all crazy. I drink on average about 6 coffees a day now, so when I come home, I really need to rabble-rouse and I'm too poor to go out and do this with, you know, actual people.I'm pretty sure that if my neighbours weren't on crystal meth, they'd think I was conducting exorcisms nightly with all the braying that's been going on.
When I'm not doing schoolwork, cooking or braying, I'm dancing to Duchess Says
in preparation for their October jaunt to Halifax. An electro band with a religion that seems to center around...a budgie. This is something to get behind.
|Tuesday, August 29th, 2006|
so tired. seriously.
seas of weary eyes around me. i fell asleep on the couch in the lounge. I have an assignment due tomorrow and friday. i'm happy to be back in school, don't get me wrong, but this schedule is beating the shit out of me. it's all fun times but i feel like i could sleep for the rest of my life. lisa and eric cooked me delightful vegan foods last night. hi, new mom and dad....
|Friday, August 25th, 2006|
Well okay, I started a new journal that will be all about Halifax and doing things in Halifax and going to journalism school....in Halifax. My mom is going to start reading it. Add if you like! I can't promise it will always be exciting, but it will no doubt possess equal amounts of SCABROUS COMMENTS and WHIMSY.http://langtimenosee.livejournal.com/
add if you so desire. Current Mood: flippant
|Friday, August 18th, 2006|
|those who were hung hang out here
First: My icon.
Second: Halifax is just swell. Get it? Swell(s)? Like waves? Oh yes, I DID.
Third: I live near an intersection where criminals used to be hanged.
Fourth: I am alone a LOT, except when Geordie takes me to improv comedy shows. I LOVE IT.
Fifth: School is great, really really great. Worries = unfounded. Silly, even. I was really cynical about it and then all the cynicism melted like that lipstick that was in my jeans when I put them in the washer.
Sixth: Eric and I each have our OWN ROOMS. My room has a BALCONY.
Seventh: When the Rolling Stones come to play the Commons, I will be able to hear it from THE BALCONY.
Eighth: The bars are open so late. So, so late.
81/2 (oooh): My apartment looks like a run down bordello! it is populated by baby gangster rappers, a drug dealing son of a landlord, a woman with her children, and whores I'm sure! It's such a mess. It's like that apartment in the movie SINGLES except everyone is pregnant or stoned in some capacity.
Ninth: On my walk to school, I pass the most beautiful graveyard I have ever seen.
Tenth: At least once a day, I pass someone who makes eye contact and SMILES AT ME. This is a really big thing. This is my favorite thing.
Eleventh: Everyone smokes here and no one apologizes.
Twelfth: There is always a breeze. There are beaches everywhere. You can walk to them.
Thirteenth: I told a couple people today that for the first time in a year, I feel like I have peace of mind. My whole body has exhaled.
Fourteenth: I miss you all a lot. But Meghan's coming today. I'm going to take her to a restaurant that serves free food. Brendan is coming on Monday. We're going to drink. I will post some pictures that will no doubt be sloppy, unfocused, and full of pores, and you will see what I mean.
I don't have much Internet right now but starting next week those who requested email/letter correspondence shall have it, BY GOD.
OVER AND OOT. Current Mood: i am robotting
|Thursday, August 10th, 2006|
That David Fono, he is one wonderful human being.
I'm gonna miss him I am, as he travels all over the world. Godspeed young Foyes. Current Mood: sad
|Sunday, August 6th, 2006|
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
And I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love
I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion
I accept and I collect upon by body
The memories of your devotion.
|Tuesday, July 25th, 2006|
|i don't know what i can save you from
me: okay david! this word is "pride." what's the beginning sound of pride?
him: uhhhhh P?
me: *draws a giant P on the marker-board*
him: P is a female letter! I must wipe them all away!
him: Some letters are female and some are male
me: oh interesting. which are which? because i've never, you know, thought of that
him: i'll show you
he draws a P and an L on the markerboard
him: (points at the P and says) clearly a female.
me: and the L?
him: clearly, male.
(he is six years old)
me: (raises arms in celebratory expression) that is great!!!
him: I can see your armpits. I could touch them, if you want.
me: I don't want that! Current Mood: sad films, pills
|Sunday, July 23rd, 2006|
This past weekend I attended the celebration of Lucille Lang's life in Montreal. The Langs mourn their dead with clean good tequila, imported Guatemalan rum, imported Guatemalan cousins and joke-filled eulogies (my dad's job.) I drank my dad under the table and then literally was
under the table, trying to sing "Le Vie En Rose" (but forgot most of the words) butting my head on knees and studying pantlegs. Saved my favorite aunt from the drunken advances of a Japanese steak chef. Stole a picture of my nana showing some leg, something she did conspicuously often, and well.
I'm leaving for Halifax in two weeks...what the clot??? Where'd all the time go? Anyway if you want to "hang out" leave a comment or email or call me, or better yet come up and visit me up on the squid-jiggin ground next year.
Also, I REALLY want to start letter correspondence. Email/livejournal has made me a fat and lazy writer. I know a few people who are quite interested. If you're interested, send me your mailing address in Toronto and I'll even send you a letter before I leave. Very quaint.
I will also be in Montreal for the Sallot/Warren birthspectaculars, and also for most of the AUGUST long weekend, so if anyone wants to come along, your company would be welcomed and appreciated. I'll ask this a la Gabe - does anyone know someone driving down this Friday? By any chance? Current Mood: my student is here!
|Tuesday, July 18th, 2006|
|Monday, July 17th, 2006|
|Friday, July 14th, 2006|
|i almost think i would like to be friends with mary gaitskill
...except that I would probably be very intimidated by her and not talk around her much of the time. I am becoming more enamored with her writing style as I read more of her - her writing is cold and isolating but very vital at the same time...does that make sense? Probably not. Anyway, she seems to be a very quietly formidable woman. There aren't too many like her around these days.
"Mighty Mouse was my first crush. I thought Mighty Mouse was really virile. And he was. He was always saving some helpless female. I remember one cartoon in which he was saving a female mouse that had been hypnotized by a villain and she was singing in a high voice, "Don't You Remember Sweet Alice," and the villain had placed her on a conveyor belt that was heading toward a buzzsaw. Mighty Mouse came along at the last minute and rescued her and carried her off, still singing. I just thought that was so erotic! And I was probably like eight."
- Mary Gaitskill
. Current Mood: boozy and woozy
|Wednesday, July 12th, 2006|
|girl, choo really gaw me going
I know everyone here is way too cool to watch Rockstar:SUPERNOVA, but it means you probably missed gems like this:
20 %Dandi Wind + 50% um, Shakira + some goth + no sense of pitch + broken English + an bizarrely electronic arrangement of the Kinks =
FANTASTIC Current Mood: chuckling
I really wonder about people who don't get insomnia. I wonder how wonderful their lives must be that they get to enjoy the pleasure of a holistic dreamless sleep every night. I know some people who have never had a single night of tossing and turning and worrying and sweating and horror and wakefulness. You confound me. I don't really understand you. Current Mood: hideous
|Monday, July 10th, 2006|
|papa um mow mow papa um mowmowmow
+ I got a little cut-happy this weekend! Scissors, dead skin and cloth everywhere! Four new outfits and some sadly-too-short bangs are the result. NO PICTURES, PLEASE.
+My dad is getting a colonoscopy...talk about shits and giggles...HECH HECH. It is hilarious until I realize I am going to need one, eventually...
+Found an apartment in Halifax. Or rather, Ayrique did. It is beautiful, sexy and cheap. It comes with a huge red bordello-lookin couch that the occupants are giving to us FOR FREE. The generosity of some people! Really baffles and chastens me!
+While at the zoo, I learned that the binomial name of a Llama is Llama Glama Glama.....I was delighted
+I think thereès gonna be a picnic tomorrow....hope it doesnèt rain.
+The more tired you get, the more the entire world seems like a trifle. A big dopey joke. Reading LiveJournal becomes a big knee-slapping experience. It is actually quite comforting.
+Oh and my keyboard changed to french, which is why I have abandoned all contractions at the moment. All my apostrophes are è and all my question marks are É!! How do I fix this nowÉÉÉ Please help!
+Nick Cave is a genius, but you knew that already. Current Mood: delirious
|Wednesday, July 5th, 2006|
This weekend was resplendent with a glowy Catherine, chocolate croissants, wet underthings and copious amounts of pot. I remember now why I don't smoke it very often. Three days later and I still feel/smell like Nick Nolte.
It did make a certain film whose name I dare not speak tolerable and...welll...okay....very
On Sunday morning I woke in darkness, kissed a sleeping, Afro-ed Cato, stole out to Union Station and literally ran into Eric, who had come for a very hastily-booked visit. The past three days have confirmed it: we are tourist trash. We went to a baseball game, and the next day we went to the zoo. But the zoo was great. The seals made me swoon. I only saw one terrifying animal penis, the zebra's. It was large and totally black and unexpected. The surprise appearance of animal genitals at the zoo always makes me feel completely useless and confused. My high school English teacher wrote a poem about the experience. He really encapsulates the terror and impotence of seeing a giant whale penis in an underground aquarium....with your children....( Why We Go To ZoosCollapse ) Current Mood: cetaceous booty?
|Thursday, June 29th, 2006|
|help me, my comic book friends!
I'm looking for a REALLY GOOD serial-style webcomic. I used to read that one...I forget what it was called...where these weird people ran a video-game store and all the women were drawn really sexy, like anime, but it was really topical and funny.
The more irreverent the better.
Anyone? Anyone? Current Mood: blousy
|Tuesday, June 27th, 2006|
|Monday, June 26th, 2006|
I feel like my entire life consists of me telling myself I can't afford things and then waffling and buying them anyway. I keep mumbling these words to myself like a mantra, and then ignoring them. Everyone does this but you really have no idea how far I've gone. I hope I never have to do a 12-step program, because it would be embarrassing.
This weekend I purchased this even though comic books are so expensive, and a lot of beer, even though it made me silly and pinch a lot of bums. However, it was worth it to see good friends and have a little more Julie Doucet in my life. People think Julie Doucet is really grotesque, but those people don't really understand how grotesque women truly are. Periods are scary, you men! So are babies, abortions, and penises! The female life is a confluence of tools and goo and only Julie Doucet understands. I think it might be a Quebec thing too.
speaking of Quebec, my parents are going away there for the whole week. I remember when I used to take advantage of the occasion and have big terrible parties whereupon I would wake up the next morning on the floor with my dog drunk, the stereo missing, and people admitting they had bum-sex in my bed. My brothers would invite their skid friends over and they would throw up in the backyard, steal my smokes, and accuse me of being gay (not always in that order I suppose.) Oh the days. I kind of miss it. If you all lived closer I'd invite you over for a barbeque and a sleepover. I've got all these damn Lick's Nature Burgers and I think I'm going to have to eat them all by myself. I am also barely working at the moment as half my students have cut out for the summer...I have decided I need to use the time productively. There are
-babies to be watched
-bicycles to repair (yes! I'm going to teach myself how to fix a bicycle!)
-A Confederation of Dunces needs to be concluded (I've been chewing on this for more than two weeks now)
-after seeing the voluptuous bassist from Erase Errata do fantastic things last night, I think I'm going to give my Peavey another shot, amplessly.
What do you think? Are there other things that need to be done? "I'M WASTING MY LIFE"!!!! Current Mood: peppy
|Thursday, June 22nd, 2006|
|ow! my skin!: a cautionary tale
Sorry, I'm really obsessed with my sunburn. It is definitely the worst one I have ever had in my life. I made my mom put aloe on it tonight and HALF MY SKIN CAME OFF MY BACK. It's like when you're a kid and peeling glue off your hands, except it's....flesh. Always wear your sunscreen, kiddies, especially if you have paper-thin half Aryan skin, or you might end up looking like this:
EWWW AUGGHHGHGHGHGHG! See how it is so many of the different colours? Thank God no one has occasion to see me naked ever again practically!
me: whaddaya gonna do? it's a motherfucker.
see my ambivalent expression? at least THAT hasn't peeled off, yet. Current Mood: ill advised tinkering with cam
|Tuesday, June 20th, 2006|
|jams run free
No more Bonnaroo pictures - mine are all terrible. Photography is not my area. Hold onto your genre.
I have an article on the first two days
up at Chart and there will be another one on Day 3 and 4 tomorrow.
edit: My travelling companion Jason actually has some decent pictures in a Yahoo album
(hope that's ok, Jlaw!) They give you a pretty good sense of what the entire experience was like, right down to the giant Jesus statue rising out of the ground around Toledo, Ohio. The USA is not the place for me. I'm violently opposed to civic/national pride but I still breathed a tremendous sigh of relief when we crossed back over the border. Current Mood: sniffy