spatial awareness and other set backs

bananas have gotten cool lately. maybe this is just in the yukon. more likely this has been the case in the rest of the nation for some time and it is only now catching on here. sweet sweet northern bloc. you giveth and you taketh away. mostly taketh. lousy bloc. to get to my original point though i feel as though these socio-culturally aware stickers, some of which even feature jokes, are the banana growers attempting to distract us from the danger of banana extinction:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/2664373.stm
i am not distracted, banana people. i might have laughed at your LOL bananas and subsequently purchased them, but i've got my eye on you.

if bananas go extinct, i will just have to eat even more monte cristo sandwiches. even more than i already do. is that even possible? get back to me when bananas are extinct and i will let you know.

I spent a very long while preparing my second radio show of the week, which took place earlier this day. it was not even slightly thematically unified, but i did manage to play tusk by fleetwood mac, which is pretty important i feel. i also discussed gay marriage in relation to utah and the sundance film festival and finished with "i can't believe you actually died" by the microphones. i thought it was one of my better productions, exceptttttt i have a really difficult time talking comfortably on the air when there are people in the station though. i guess maybe that will never go away. lots of people today. ruining my flow. cock-blocking my steez. etc. i would like to adopt the role of a gritty reporter so people are scared to come when i'm there. this is the most natural and best solution by far. by far.

In other avoiding working related "news" i have been trying to take a picture of molly's cat two-face (or toof as i like to call her) in order to complete a portrait for molly's christmas present (she already knows about it, so relax). this picture is by no means successful for my drawing, but it does make toof look like a real lady/ghost cat.

the benefit to this weird cloudy winter is that clouds do good things with the sun and the mountains, and that makes the sun going away almost worthwhile. almost not quite.

i have so many things to do that i can't do any of them. i just want to make buttons all the time.


buttons and monte cristos. why i can't i just make that?

stop me if you think you've heard this one before...

i should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

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.

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.