cartesian coordinates

summer.

places afar.

sun.

plus les choses.

i aspergersed you not to say that

when the french have landed, you know it's winter.
also everything is closed and it's snowy.

2 french landed at my house last week though. not the quebec kind, the axis of evil kind.
{dear french people,
i know that you might suck at anglais and thus not pick up the subtle humour in my discussion of your contributions to terror, but try not to be offended. i like france quite a bit.}
anyways these "couch surfers" arrived under the guidance of room "mate" M.P. Dater/Faker/Creeper and it was awkward at best and eye-gouging at worst. i am not a fan of stranger house guests. Call me old fashioned, but i think couches are for buds and bros.

the river is still not frozen but it is trying. it sounds like things breaking and snapping in a slow sinister fashion. i like the sound a lot.


some days the sun is bright and lovely for 2 hours or so but most days it is just white-grey sky with vague distant glow light for 2 hours instead. for some reason this year it seems darker and more overwhelming. i have absolutely no idea why.



i am trying to quel my distaste for the darkness by making ever-growing lists of things i want to do in the cities when i am travelling like a real person in real places.
i have not yet been able to prioritize or schedule them, but some highlights include:

1. eat korean food
2. go to natural history museum
3. go to american folk art museum for henry darger exhibit
4. buy expensive pants
5. make a few scenes
6. embarass a few shitty acquaintances with public intoxication
7. yell profanities at sub-par bands
8. drink labatt 50
9. acquire additional tattoos
10. get a perm
11. create elaborate Home Alone 2 Lost in New York photo series wherein i play the role of Kevin Mcallister at some of the film's most memorable landmarks....

oh i am going to be up WAY past my bedtime with this hair-brained project.

here is the thing about having elaborate travel plans is that it can be so hard to plan them.
at my term break i will have all these wee stops and now i don't know where i will/should go for new year's eve. new year's eve is kind of a sham and a liar so it is challenging to plan around it.
i am kind of mostly thinking i want to be in dawson city, land of the midnight no-sun.

hard to say-- you know how it is. there are just so many people i love in all the places.





you know how it is.




i am working on a stupid art project and a new mixed cd project right now-- neither are going terribly well and both are pissing me off and making me feel inferior.....buttttttttttt i will give the maddest of mad props to my ipod for sticking with me regardless of my ill treatment and poor care of it. You see on Tuesdays and Wednesdays (because i don't work til 4) i walk up the dome to the cemetaries to prevent atrophy and insanity and take a couple wintertime photos, looks for the White Lodge, contemplate the tangibility of existence, etc.
Then i slide back to town all the way down crocus bluff on my butt and laugh hysterically and hope no one is around. These epic wintertime journies require headphones obviously, and on my last slide-venture i took an ill-chosen path and ended up topwise-backwards and covered in snow. My ipod was in the snow, but not just lightly, buried entirely. The headphone jack was all jammed with ice and i thought my dayz were numbered. But nothing happened.
So now i can continue fussing over my shitty mixed cd and lament my inferiority long into 2009.

i'll show you a few things about saving daylight

i don't know what i'm doing. how about that?
do you guys ever not know what you're doing? oh ya. cool. that makes me feel waaaaaay better.

in an unrelated story, daylight savings time once again crept up on me like the unwanted pervert it is. at least it got an hour earlier meaning i woke up at 3 instead of 4. very productive day.
a real series of productive days.

halloween essentially renders the week before it and the days after it utterly useless, at least for me. This is likely due to my excessive attachment to halloween and undying devotion to its cause, which ends up gobbling my time and most especially distracts me from anything tangible. this year i was alice in wonderland which made returning to reality even more controversial and challenging.

It is possible, nay probable, that i am still just wandering aimlessly trying to get tips for life and direction from flowers. it is sort of like friday, saturday, and sunday were all just one big weird day together. Maybe halloween should just be spread out to take up a whole weekend to save everyone. Or forsake everyone. One of the two.

the sound of spit in france

hhhhaaaaaacccckkkkkkk puuuuuuuwwwww!

the sound of spit in france, approximately.



do you think if i stayed awake during the entire full-length version of An Inconvenient Truth that maybe just maybe i'll never sleep again?

me too.

the place that i end up better have a dentist, a haberdasher, and at least one real thief.
not like those fake thieves/robbers.
something more classically styled.

did you know i saw a bear swimming in the klondike river yesterday?
first time i ever saw a bear swim in person.
nothing short of magic.
lots of things are nothing short of magic, but not all of those things involve bears, you know.

midnight in the garden of fair to middling

There are these huge ants everywhere right now. really big. Like almost beetle sized. Some have wings, some have lost them but not sorted out a spot yet. Sorting out spots is hard, for ants and for everything here maybe. Maybe not even just here...
i don't even know, i don't even care, it doesn't even matter.
That's what this weblog should really be called.
(I'm not sure if weblog is one word, but i think it ought to be if it isn't.)

I did some really excellent midnight gardening tonight. Well it started at 10:30 pm, which is admittedly not midnight, but since it ended post-midnight i think it is still an apt classification.
Anyhow most things are now in the ground/in pots under the man-made and highly artificial
protection of the poly plastic greenhouse patch. It's fairly undignified for a greenhouse (aesthetically of course...i intend the contents to be top notch), so i was interested to read that greenhouses have a real fancy dan history:

Originally on the estates of the rich, with the growth of the science of botany greenhouses spread to the universities. The French called their first greenhouses orangeries, since they were used to protect orange trees from freezing. As pineapples became popular pineries, or pineapple pits, were built. Experimentation with the design of greenhouses continued during the Seventeenth Century in Europe as technology produced better glass and construction techniques improved. The greenhouse at the Palace of Versailles was an example of their size and elaborateness; it was more than 500 feet long, 42 feet wide, and 45 feet high.\

500 feet long and 42 feet wide and 45 feet high eh Versailles? Fuuuuucccckkkk youuuuuuu.
I'm pretty sure the 12x6x8 wonder structure in our yard is way cooler than yours. And more active in the midnights hours due to our extreme geographic location. Suck on that France.

There is a show on satellite called Mom Show that is teaching its valued 3 am viewers (like me, obviously) how to make bracelets out of the tabs from popcans. And oddly enough discussing the difficulties of being from Ottawa and Quebecois people not respecting potential frenchness.
Now they're talking about personal trainers. Who is the target audience? I have no no no idea.
Not me.