now it's getting late

harvest moon tonight.
it is too overcast here to see it; damn.

today was also our first snow of the season-- hence the overcast sky.

october is the flagship of halloween. i don't know what to dress as yet.


ideas include:

(arranged largest to smallest)

No Jacket Required
(Not Phil Collins. Big difference.)

SATAN


Mac Tonight

So ya. Not too sure yet.

One thing i am sure about though-- i need to get winter boots, stat. In an effort to force myself to act i threw my old ones out. I might just end up wearing shoes with bread bags on them all winter. And that's 'okay'.

Dear media, shut up about super fruit.

Back in the day, the seminal goth rock band Sisters of Mercy made a t-shirt that said "fuck me and marry me young" on it. it is a lyrics from the song "Driven Like the Snow", which is featured on the fabulous album "Floodlands". i have the record.
i have been trying to find it since the internet was invented. if anyone wants to get me the best b-day present ever, steal that shirt from a skinny goth and mail it to me.

Or if you're looking for a gift idea that is less mysterious to acquire but much much more expensive, i want this painting by Kris Knight (weirdly enough he has a painting called "fuck me and marry me young"...hmmm):

i am worth it.


Norwegian crispbreads, German cheese, and Yukon tomatoes-- here's to living in a first world hell!

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.

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.

favouritism

my bike. for the time being. it makes me really happy.
yesterday i downloaded EVERYTHING joy division has ever released.
So susequently i went for one hell of a joy division bke ride today.
I love joy division. It is so morose. Reminds me of myself at 15.
I made a pretty sweet "film" in media studies 20 that featured "Trainsmission" as its soundtrack.
Apparently at 26 not much has changed.
Self-pity and bad dreams.
Lst night i had a pretty elaborate Louis Riel dream. Hard to explain, but pretty involved.
Not nearly as unpleasant as the one about the minks from the mink farm all in my car and dying and killing each other. It was especially creepy because it was set at a real place, an actual abadonded mink farm in Furdale (really what it's called) that i used to drive past to my house outside of Saskatoon. Anyway, there was a big watch tower for spotting foxes and coyotes that were trying to stealz the minks, and the whole property was lined with tall spruce trees, all the same size. Very eerie looking. I wish i had a picture. (Un)fortunately, my brain still has a picture, so i dreamt it was still an active fur farm and i was going there to save the minks. I had an old mustard yellow ford falcon, and i was loading them all in the car but they were going berserk (as they would i'm sure) and clawing and scratching and screaming. It was pretty unpleasant.
Maybe i feel repressed guilt for using mink oil.

Surfin' Bird is a pretty unusual song.

i have no nice things to say. except that i have an adult bed now (aside from the accoutrements) and i am pretty happy wit dat.
I never have things to say. most of my conversations are with myself or arguments.
i bet that's a bad sign.
Good bed though.





And because i couldn't think of anything nice to say, here is something nice to see.

My aforementioned Green-Shanty:



Cucumber


Tomatoes


Lobelia


Nasturtiums (sp?)


Tomatoes


Brussel Sprouts and Cabbages


Zucchini

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.

sleeping hard or hardly sleeping?

It turns out that sleeping longer isn't necessarily the answer at all.
I had extra sinister dreams all sweet 6 hours of my last night's sleep as well.
I won't go into elaborate details because the situations and subjects are either so wildly obscure that i don't know how i'd break it down or so awkwardly literal that i don't want to break it down.
I will tell you that i'm going to "sleep" with both eyes open tonight.

It is windy as an apocalypse here today. Despite the perilous bluster, i put the sweetpeas in the ground outside today. They are going to climb up a rusty bed headboard Molly and I got from the dump. I will of course spam this blog with a massive backlog of pictures of this and other garden/life related subject matter upon the return of my camera which is, according to the "good" "people" at Nikon waiting for a part. This does mean that they are going to fix it for me, which is sweet. Not having a camera is a real draggggg.

I realised today that in the next six days i will be driving to whitehorse twice and back to dawson one of those times....1,767 kilometres.
I'm also gearing up for a wacky car/van/bus zig zag on my way home...i'm in your BCs, stealin yer best place on earthz.
I haven't had a good long haul bus trip in a while though, and i think in order to balance karmic flow, i am due. Also it really strengthens one's disdain for humanity, which i feel is important to keep up on. Otherwise i might get too sweet.
[i don't actually believe in karmic flow. it may or may not even be a real term. -ed.]
Saskatoon in June eh? Haven't known that in quite a while. It better be nice out, but most likely it will be windy in a similar fashion to Dawson.

My mouth is raw from citrus. Lemons and strawberries all the time. There are worse ways to get a sore mouth, but then there are better ones too.

I'm pretty sure i just saw the third Horseman ride by...i hope the greenshanty doesn't blow down.

Without a camera, web-based images are all i have to offer...

Got the absolute best dump score today: light-up plastic Mary (avec baby jesus) and Joseph(?) as well as a penguin in a bowtie. I'm not sure if Mary and Joseph met up with the penguin in Antarctica or if maybe the penguin was on a pilgrimage to the holy lands...Regardless they all met up at the Dawson City dump and now they're mine.

Also added to the roster is another copy of the world famous Ungame, which is a non-competitive game designed to facilitate meaningful emotion conversation between its players...Get out the MDMA.

All the plants are in the ground. I want to show you, but i can't.
I think it looks pretty damned sharp.

Doing a google image search for "gardens" really yields some results that look nothing like my garden:

You know what?
I just like Captain Beefheart so much.

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.

the time of the season

a few weeks into unemployment.
doesn't feel as leisurely as i initially anticipated, but that is satisfactory.

it is busier and more intense here in the summer than i remember.
some have suggested i feel this resistance to summetime foolery because
i'm getting older. that is true, of course.
everyone's getting older. i just don't think i'm getting more mature.
more intolerant, maybe.

garden patch gets tilled tomorrow.
Steve and i are going to whip up a greenhouse component around the garden too.
for the tomatoes, which are my favourite to eat/smell/grow.
i grow better tomatoes than any other thing i grow, though i do have high hopes
for the brussel sprouts and beans this summer; new editions to my repertoire.

If Nikon ever fixes my bust-ed (sh)camera, i can take garden photos to really flush this
babbling out. For posterity i guess. Ya that's the one.

[i hope i spelled repetoire right. i'm on holiday though, so whooooo cares.]

{i love experimenting wit brackets}

i'm going to go ride some bicycle and listen to some Zombies.

It's the time of the season, afterall.