Tuesday, August 26, 2008





i assume that dreaming about the hills being white and sky being black with northern lights can only indicate that winter's unsexy devil grasp is coming to get me.
it can be so hard and cold like ice.
on the plus side of wintertime, people leave. usually these people are relatively unpleasant hippies who begin to freeze "like gorillas" as soon as the temperature drops below zero.
Is this too real for you?
Obviously.
The northern lights are also pretty note-worthy, and they are already starting to rock the night scene (not just in my dreams, but in the actual sky).
I am a massive fan of this aurora borealis forecast site from the University of Alaska Fairbanks:
http://www.gedds.alaska.edu/AuroraForecast/
I don't know how helpful it is if you're not in "the north", but at least you can get an idea of how sweet the lights might be for me. Next saturday the 6th is predicted to be quite the night.
I predict nuch smoking and staring.

Until then, more making a syllabus in dim grey afternoon light. Not nearly as whimsical.

Trying to write my own bio in the third person is making me feel insane.
I am now accepting tenders for My Academic Bio.
Please send submissions to: jennifer.laliberte@gmail.com
The chosen bio will be featured on my werk's website.
And i'll buy you a beer sometime.
(but i'd do that anyway)

Geddy and Wilbur playing together is one of my favourite spectacles.
I mean, who's the owner, right?

Thursday, August 21, 2008

and you know that's not all

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soon i have to go back to the working.
i just don't know if am ready.
i want to go on holiday already.
i'm sure it will be an enjoyable year, i just want to have an angry baby fit about it, fairly internally, for the next two weeks or so.

It was nice outside all the day yesterday and all the day (sofar) today.
Almost like it's summer or some shit.
The light is all different and cool, or fresh, as the french are fond of saying.
fresh indeed.

Why would 'spud' ever have emerged to replace 'potato'?
why?
it makes my heart beat fast but not in a good way.

i have never met a successful five year plan.
i have never met a Samoan (sp?).



it is going to be rough no matter what.



la lune:



for us by us.





all for jen.

etc.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens

Maybe i would like to get into the postal industry...i am a big fan of mail.
if you can be a fan of mail.
fan mail?
at any rate, i'd like to be involved in mail somehow. Choosing "Canadian" "Celebrities" to go on stamps would be a good gig. I figure that's the paint namer of the mail biz.
I love the Canadians in Hollywood stamps. Very random choices. Last series had John Candy though. Bam! Canada Post hits the mark.

There is currently an opportunity to be the postmaster (or mistress fuck. if they have to put everything in two languages you'd think they could be gender safe too) in the town of Plum Coulee, Manitoba...
The Town of Plum Coulee was one of the first original settlements established in South Central Manitoba. The town lies on the western edge of the sprawling Red River Valley. The flood plain has some of the most productive clay loam soils on the prairie as a result of numerous prehistoric inundations and Glacial Lake Agassiz. Today the flat prairie landscape surrounding Plum Coulee extends as far as the eye can see with a beautiful patchwork mosaic of green and golden fields. Plum Coulee is just a short drive from the Provincial Capital, Winnipeg. The population of Plum Coulee is approximately 750. http://www.townofplumcoulee.com/
Perhaps this post as aVolume Counter in Sherbrooke. That would probably be very satisfyingly benign. But also in Quebec. So not ideal.
On this day i am arbitrarily irritated by people who self-identify as not eating "red" meat. I put red in quotation marks because the definition shifts depending upon which turd is saying it.
The whole concept smacks of blaming wheat for everything bad ever.
Wheat's not such a bad guy. He's been partying wit us for thousands of years. Don't kick him out now.
Disco dayz wrapping (and rapping; g unit!!! Whitehorse reprazent!) up. I hope perhaps this weekend's visitors can ride hippies home. That would really be like getting two birds stoned.
I almost forgot:

i did not get into a disco dayz fight or get sold into serfdom.
i did however, tip in the mighty klodike river. it is quite the rocky guy.
also cold too. and burling. but in the end altogether pleasant.

Luckily my disgusting bruises gave my Zeus costume a little edge.
And when Zeus and the Ayatollah get together, edges are required.

Friday, August 15, 2008

art, discovery, discovering art, fire artwalk with me, softball



Oh ya disco dayz. So many"hunks" in town.
And additionally every artist that ever came out of Whitehorse.
All here together. Practising art. Playing ball and bat games (i never remember if this tournament is slow pitch and the labour day one is fastball or the other way around).
CFYT was on the ArtWalk last night...perhaps we represent sound art?
We put some attractive album displays up also.
We did not, however, have the wine or snacks that have come to be expected by artfans.
I think pride was the only thing we stood to gain from a massive turnout and quite frankly i feel pride is over rated.
Obviously.

Tonight is a trifecta of bdays featuring Jenna, Freddy, and Veronica...it is also the birthday of the dearly departed Napoleon Bonaparte and thusly the party is themed after dictators in a broader sense. I feel as though i've come up with a prettttttty good one in that i think i will be the only person dressed as said dictator and the costume will be easier than trying to make myself look like an asian man. Why are so many dictators asian men? Oh ya, right....


Freddy is dressing as Napoleon. Should be pretty sweet. Though i do feel as though he's
squandering his dark and swarthy a little...Someone better dress up as the Ayatollah. Chris Chin I'm looking in your direction.


I have to make creme brulee and butter tarts. Additionally i am about 40 minutes late for Whitehouse Cabins. I have to lightly housekeep and then finish painting the electric truck. It is John Deer green. Very in-your-face.

In closing, i dedicate this blog to International Lefthanders Day, which was wednesday august 13th. I have often remarked that if my children aren't left handed, i will be gravely disappointed in them regardless of their other achievments. It's true.
Left handeds are more likely to be crazy and die young though.
So there's that.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

i can also be wrong

Oh i see a darkness.
It is so christ dark outside. Christ dark...that's dark.
And rainy. Always raining. Sounds very beautiful on the tin but other than that its charms are waning.
Additionally, it is quite cold...thanks for nothing la nina or julio or katrina or whatever weathersystem is responsible for stealing our sunshine.
Len warned you not to, man.
They warned you.

But you didn't listen. ------>it's fucking over my christ garden!<------- i fear summer is slipping through my fingertips like sand....or if i was The Sandman in shitty Spiderman 3, summer would be slipping through my sand like stuff.

{when we were waiting at the cinema in beautiful downtown Whitehorse to see Spiderman 3, a carload of brosefs drove by and yelled "losers". it was tough, but fair.}

Speaking of summer slipping through my fingertips/everything slipping through my sand-tips, i guess i have to do some light lesson planning sometime in the near future...or at the very least read comics at work instead of on my porch to begin getting accustomed to the building again.
That's an excellent first step to be sure.
I want to throw a tantrum about it a little for sure. Mildly panic-inducing. I had a terrible university -themed nightmare last night, wherein it was the first day of another year of etudes and i didn't know where any of my classes were and i was late and missing books and there were no left handed desks and everyone was staring with their eyes...blech. First days of anything are utter and complete fucking faggotry if you ask me. I wish that they would just get on with mass distributing those memory erasers from Men in Black (MIB). I would totally buy one.
Sometimes it seems like i only watch shitty movies with black men in them.
This is only somewhat true.
I guess i could have compared my memory-erase fantasy extraordinaire (sp?) to the whitey-heavy Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but it turns out i actually liked MIB better. Straight up. Better "film".


Stop!

Affirmation/Philosophy/Olympic Break:

"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop."

This segment has been brought to you by Confucius via the stupid Olympics.
Isn't going slowly sort of not the point of the olympics?
Maybe i'm missing the true point. Probably.
I know everyone's stoked.
I'm sorry i can't drum up the apt level of enthusiasm forthe ol' Olympiad. I like the winter ones okay.
It's just so much pomp and fakery and kind of crap. I would like to watch UN Olympics. I think that'd be a slice.
Sort of like this, only MORE multicultural:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ur5fGSBsfq8 (oh god please watch this)
Additionally http://en.beijing2008.cn/, "The Official Website of the Beijing 2008 Olympic Games" (catchy) has introduced me to the 2008 Paralympics. September 6-17, hot on the trail of big Olympic. Tickets for the Paralympic events are between 4-7 canadian bucks, whereas you're looking at 125 for some of the "regular" olympic ones. Get thrifty, sports enthusiasts. And while you're at it, get progressive.

I am still exceptionally full from Aurora dinner.
Verrry continental experience.
Much like their website promised, i left "wondering how such quality can be found in a northern gold mining town at the top of the world". Right.

I don't feel to sleeping but i have to keep house and cable tomorrow day.
Bsh.
Though yesterdaywhilst cabling i got to go up to the "headend"....which is essentially a sweetly post-apocalyptic windowless fortress of receivers, satellite dishes, confusing wires etc. up on the dome.
Sweet view up river. I think next time i'll try to bring my camera...perhaps under the guise of taking pictures of the 'site' for cable 'research'.
That's pretty flimsy, i know. Even for me.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

your greys and blues were blonde


CfYT Radio. In tune with progress.
listening to music at the radio station is bitchin'.

am i still allowed to say bitchin'? does it offend feminists? the elderly? surfers?



i love it when my ipod shuffle function results in a musical lineup i would've handpicked for mine own self. it makes me feel like god is giving me the thumbs up from the sky via clouds all over again, presumably because i do so many excellent things.
except i don't do too many excellent things.
i am trying to do a nice thing right now, but i am getting distracted by listening to jams and smoking left-handed cigarettes.
which is pretty nice for me.

Monday, August 4, 2008

screwed some fakes


Godclouds. a sure sign of favour/fury.

August. Not so bad as july so far. Luckily (despite FLQ pressure no doubt) we never adopted that French Revolutionary Calendar [http://windhorst.org/calendar/], or we'd still be stuck in crappy old Thermidor. Thermidor was just too intense. And additionally did very little to live up to its hot hot name.
So fuck it.
Bring on Fructidor and i shall reap what i've sown...
tomato, pea, zucchini, bean and beet wise that is.

All other investments and efforts remain largely fruitless, as is the style of the time.

Light Housekeeping at ye olde Whitehouse Cabins compound is going well. I mostly get to hang out with Jill and make jokes about publics and quench my obsessive-compulsive anxiety through cleaning. Ah sweet repetition and order.
Also i shall soon begin learning the ways of electric car building via monkey helpering in Doug's shop, which should be a sitcom of a time i figure. I will report when i return from the future.

Moosehide Gathering was a slice, lots of good dancing and singing and even hypnotism. You bet. And man do people (including hypnotists) like to say "hypmatize" instead of "hypnotize".
Very frusterating.
The food was delicious beyond belief, the boatrides were fun, and the church is still strange and great. I love moosehide, even if it gives me weird(er) dreams.








Happy surprise b-day to Butt Shore.
The only surprise birthday party i ever attended that was a surprise.
Good surprise.





plus gutting a bag-o-wine like a sacrificial cow for sangria.
there was also a 'cake' involved, but i was too sangria to take photos at that stage...pity(?)
ya bdays.

Uploading cds is too tedious even for me.

But...
High plains drifter: one hell of a song.

so maybe it's worth it.