that when i lived in TO I had pictures of BC on my electronic devices
and living in BC, I have pictures of TO.
monday evening I was walking along just being cool, when I came across this supremely drunk dude—classic wino type—holding a way expensive camera, trying to take pictures of this youngish guy (who seemed about equally as clueless as me). drunk dude told me to stop and stand 1 metre behind the young guy. He had no idea how to use the camera but he kept saying how fucking amazing the pictures were, and something about how this is fucking life. Then he’d miss the ‘take picture’ button and say he wasn’t that drunk. Then he directed us to get on our knees and we obliged– at that point I started point I started asking if we were in a modern day version of The Magic Christian – except instead of money, the fame is the golden egg.- have a camera? Take my picture! or maybe it was about being passive- how much can we get a stranger to do if we just tell them to do it.
It was a strange thing.
Went tubing down the river yesterday. God I love the summer
oh, in the coffee shop on the way to the river there was a sign in the womens washroom:
Tarot Card Reader on premises tuesday-friday.
The font was one of those faux eastern types from MSWord98
another one for the 'only in bc' files
went to vanc last weekend. mainland two weeks in a row- I'm on a roll. the usual:
missed the ferry. both ways. sigh. yam fries and amazing view made up for it. so finally got there. drinks, walks, drinks, scammed drinks from a charity event (woops), then Eliz! next morning she made Dave and I the most amazing breakfast, better than any brunch joint- plus she MADE the jam. I swear to god I should have married her when I had the chance.
Tuesday Head and Bytron and I went to a special opening reception of the new museum exhibit- Treasures from the Royal British Museum (thanks head!). stuffed ourselves with the free food first, which in retrospect was not the best idea as I was doing the stiff legged fart walk through the whole crowded thing. You've never seen a byzantine painting of jesus and mary until you've seen it while holding in a hummous fart. Intense concentration
New font game to play! Deep Font Challenge
possibly even more fun than this font game
unrelated: there was a letter to the editor in the local paper from a woman who said that life is too dull and sad these days and during times of death, or birth or marriage etc... instead of donating money to charities we should go back to the classic tradition of giving flowers, so that we may have a brighter day in these tough times. That she felt strongly enough to write a letter to the editor is what really got me.
Well i do say! two references to the newspaper in a week. Its almost as if printed media is still relevant or something! kidding. but seriously, how much front page coverage on the national curling championships do we really need.
oh the curling championships. They went on for ages! it was held in Victoria. Again. You'd think thousands of retirees- gaggles of permed women, matching couples- would make a real impact on the town, but actually things pretty much looked the same.
i remember when snow used to make me feel all excited fluttery in my stomach.
Toronto changed that. and yes talking about how I hate toronto winters is one of my favorite topics.
this actually looks pretty great:
I wonder what these do:
went to vanc for the weekend. it involved:
-shmooze meeting
-hanging with D
-fabulous music
-dance dance dancing
-a hot water bottle placed at the foot of my bed (!)
-high walks with Amy, E and litte mitzie (who is getting so grown up I can't even believe it)
-65th birthday dinner. gifts included a plaster wind in the willows badger and chocolate covered ginger. what else eh?
oh, and for everyone on the west coast: BC ferries now offers yam fries!! they get two thumbs up, way up.
in the local paper: some farmer found the skull of one of his sheep- it had two bullet holes in it. So he has put a curse on whoever did it. the curse, verbatim:
"God, Allah, or the deity that guards animals infests this culprit's armpits with the fleas and ticks of a thousand camels".
it's really the equal opportunity part of the curse that makes it so distinctly victoria.
so the holiday week has been lovely. visits with old time pals. the snow is finally disappearing... today is a perfectly grey, wet, windy west coast winter day.
My days have been filled with job hunting, watching Weeds with my mother, drawing, etc etc. It's lovely, but I'm itching for the next thing.
so in toronto, when i wasn't at the library, most of my posts were made from this desk:
These days, this is generally where the magic happens:
Amy returns to Van tomorrow. This afternoon we are going to smoke a joint and go to the museum. well alright.
this man has so much more vitamin D than me right now
from benjamin roi
video games with headre and byron yesterday. Our evening was cut short by this never ending snow storm.
all plans cancelled today until further ntoice. So Im housesitting, unemployed and out of weed. the day is full of (limited) possibility.
The west coast had better remind me of its charms pretty quick.
-foot number six found washed up on shore. drugs I'd guess.
-found by a woman collecting stones for an art project.
For Lunch and Dinner for the past two days I have been making a variation of my favorite sandwich. stacked precisely in this order:
toasted walnut bread
avocado
cucumber
salt and pepper (big chunks freshly cracked)
tomato
basil
jalepeño havarti
toasted walnut bread.
I think of it as Hornby Sandwich (Heather, our feta wraps officially go by 'The Hornby Wrap')
Then it sits in my bag ready for lunch, and it's still crispy but a little soggy just the way I like it.
I tend to eat the same thing for weeks on end- my eating forecast has plenty of hornby sandwiches and honey shreddies on the horizon. I also desperately need to stock up on some tallboys.
And that, dear friends, is what I am eating.
you know those things in magazines where they compare two people or things based on a bunch of categories and who wins for each? huh? ya know? well I've pretty much been doing that with Toronto and Vancouver for the past 6 years. Here is the latest:
Toronto: epic summer Thunder Storms with heavy rain you can run around in
vs
Vancouver: Grey cold and drizzley, generally with no end in sight
clearly the wins goes to Toronto for this one.
As Alicia and I sat down to our pints on the patio of Ronnie's last night, the downpour began and we all had to run inside. The patio holds about twice as many people as the bar, so it was packed but since we had seats it was just fine with me.
E and crew are in Tofino and I couldn't be more jealous
well the polls are in, and though things could change on a dime I have pretty much decided for sure that I will be staying in Tranna through the fall. All those waiting with bated breath may now exhale. (hed, could you pass that on to Finn?).
not really related: Toronto, even Ontario, is so not central Canada to West Coasters. It's "back East". I've always liked how the west is "out west" and the east is "back east", I feel that it hearkens back to a tradition of pioneering and progress to the West.
Oh geezoh srftgnh. I'm really freaking out trying to decide my ENTIRE future FOREVER. Once I decide where to live there is no turning back and nothing can change the course.
Ok no. But dear lord that doesnt make it easier.
Stay in Toronto or move back to BC in July. for how long. doing what. when to travel. well, asap. eek.
When I am listening to M.I.A., leaving TO doesn't seem like an option.
Johnny Cash, on the other hand, makes Vic seem reasonable.
I m supposed to decide by friday!!!!
