part time faculty indeed

Raining all day.
Tried to take pictures that show how misty-cloudy-middle earth it is, but i can't really do it justice. Rain is hard to photograph. Or not, and i haven't figured it out. Could be either.
Rainy days are an excellent excuse to do nothing.
Most things are an excellent excuse to do nothing, really. Especially when one is as gainfully unemployed as i am.
Despite a very uncharacteristic (but more common this summer) Dawson downpour, i managed to install some blinds in the radio station and check out the new record shelves Jim built and Pat painted. They look so sharp. Front loader style, for much easier and quicker record searching.
It will be a spectacular advantage in djing with vinyl, which i very much dig.

This past 7 day chunk has been a funtimes week. Lots of sunshines and cocktails and even some bbqing and canoeing. I fucking love canoeing.















and cocktails.









In other unemployment related news, i have been trying to better acquaint myself with the sights and services of summertime Dawson.
I got to catch annnnn 'istoric presentation by this feisty northern poet just the other day:



And photograph the real guy's pretty excellently appointed cabin.







I think Robert Service's bed might be nicer than mine.



I dreamt last night that the Microphones song "I Felt Your Shape"was going to be used in a movie that i didn't like the sounds of and was subsequently crushed.
I think it might be the most beautiful song in the world. It's less than two minutes long, and it makes me cry everytime i listen to it. Really. As lame as that might be. As i was saying to Aaron Burnie only yesterday, "feelings are boring, kissing is awesome".
But feelings are bossy and ubiquitous.
Always clogging up the instruments with their crud.
Eating up RAM power.
Smelling up the fridge.
I think i will do like Milli Vanilli [Frank Farian] before me and blame it on the rain.

they only let him slip away, out of kindness i suppose

Back to Dodgeball City.

I think perhaps the lesson is Don't Leave Dawson.
I don't know. I don't have enough RAM to process the whole experience just yet, but i will work on providing a more fulsome recap of all the wonderous things the urban horn-of-plenty had to offer (and steal) from me.

So perhaps you'll recall me whining about not have a camera on account of breaking it; Yes? If so, you've been paying good attention to this blog. If not, for shame. It was a really important traumatic event and i tried to share it with you and you just turned away.
Regardless of your commitment (or lack thereof) to my babbling, i sent the busted camera back to Nikon, and then they sent me a brand new camera. I am very excited. This means today i will be hosting a sexy photoshoot with my garden and then maybe it will seem like my life has a small measure of purpose and direction. Maybe. I'm pretty excited about its progress. Not quite as excited about the weeds, but you'll see those too.

Also i am in this mix cd exchange that's been pretty fun and right before i left i sent out my june edition of the cd and this is what is was like:

1. Dirge Death in Vegas

2.Collect the Diamonds Q and not U

3.Lila Engel (Lilac Angel) Neu!

4.I’ve Been Riding with the Ghost Songs:Ohia

5.Bloodflow Smog

6.Spanish Dance Troupe Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci

7.Saturday Little Wings

8.Melody Day Caribou

9.I Felt Your Shape The Microphones

10.Am I Demon Bonnie “Prince” Billy

11.Hot Burrito #1 Flying Burrito Brothers

12.Badge Eric Clapton

13.Don’t Let Me Down The Beatles

14.I Wanna Be Your Dog The Stooges

15.Pretty Baby Entrance

16.Fire in My Heart Super Furry Animals

17.Stay Loose Belle and Sebastian

I made "fancy" packaging for it and every-ting. I was satisfied with the end product, which i described in an interview to Forbes magazine as "romantic, in a creepy way".

just like me.

i have a sock tan.