apology not accepted, toddler

i had a dream last night and you were in it

well certainly many people were.



Picture is from the train in the Adirondacks, double exposed with the view from the fire escape at Orchard Street. Thanks to Kris's Holga for the help.

this picture reminds me of said dream i had last night.
i first dreamt i was on some sort of trans-european train journey, (possibly aboard the trans europe express, hard to say) only it was a very odd train with plastic accordion dividers (not unlike those in an RV) that separated blocks of seats. It looked more like a bus on the inside, but i assure it was a train. i was on it with several of my friends and some local teens stole lottery tickets from my backpack while i slept on the train at one point too. It's possible i knew others aboard but never saw them.
Night time train ride. Pleasant but for the brief theft incident, a verbal confrontation with one of the better known dream guests, and a near miss in almost falling out the back of the train and having to be saved.
Ugh.
According to many of the very reliable and fulsome dream-interpretation databases available on the world-wide-interweb, dreaming you are on a train symbolises life's journey and indicates being on track.
i believe this to be a lie. Doesn't really account for the almost falling out, does it?
But shit gets crazier.
Later on in the trans europe train journey however, at one of the stops, we travelled to a zoo (it was still night time and i think it was supposed to be spain) wherein a sketchy man escorted us (at this point a mixed group of friends and strangers)to a bladerunner looking compound. It was a bat cage. This part is hard to describe, so i drew it.


Now i've been dreaming about bats since i was teen, but i think this is my subconscious's first foray into vampire bats. Dream interpretation guides indicate across the board that vampire bats are not a good thing to dream about....quel surprise. The best assessment i encountered was: "to see a vampire bat in your dream represents that a person in your life may be draining your of self-confidence and/or your resources." Now that is promising shit, right? It's especially funny because vampire bats don't even suck your blood, they just give you the wound and then lap up the blood around it, which is somehow even more sinister than sucking.

At any rate, despite the claims of 'on-trackness' once at this bat-cage it became apparent that in the subterranean basement "moat" below it lived a diverse selection of gypsy-type waifs who were forced to sacrifice themselves to feed the vampire bats on a rotating basis, and we were not there to see the bats at all, but to be incorporated into this terrible network of suckers living below it and being shoved in every now and again, roman-cage fight style, to be sucked upon by jerk vampire bats.
and escape ensued, a couple people ended up getting bitten by the bats, and the next thing i knew we were all in a small euro-auto, possibly a peugot, cruising towards the sea. I nearly fell out of the car and scraped my back quite badly.
We reached a beach and then i sat on the dark beach by the water for a while and felt better. I was not bitten by a bat, so that's good.
Eventually i made it back to the train station and got back on, but this leg of the trip it was just me.
just me on a train, bein' on track.

obviously.

one hundred years later

"You're clearly French - you're a child of the croissant."

i legitimately believe i possess a higher-than-average accuracy rate when determining the fullness or emptiness of opaque containers.

i don't understand .php.

trying to establish a concrete framework regarding my beliefs in the supernatural is proving challenging logically, but fruitful ghost-wise.
What does ghost-wise even mean? Wouldn't you like to know.

it is not spring yet here. people talking about spring in "the provinces" is starting to piss me off. i might start calling them "les belle provinces". we get lumped into the igloo and inukshuk shaped catch-all of "the territories" all the time, so screw you guys.


i am going to Spain! Via Germany! We'll see who needs "one big beer" then, Germany...We will see how much broken english-in-a-german-accent i can cram into 24 hours....My prediction?
a lot.

But then i'll get to Spain and i don't have anything against Spanish people so i should be able to kick back, relax, drink some vino tinto, and rock out at the sweet sweet Primavera Festival.
Oh man am i excited. Wavves. Neil Young. Sonic Youth. Wooden Shjips. Ghostface Killah. Ya, that'll do pig, that'll do.
It has been too long since i attended a European music festival. Also i am excited for sun and heat. Plus some overdue Belfast action.
Summer, in the city. For a brief sojourn anyway.


Mostly i have just been this-ing: http://cfyt.ca/

oh ya, web design. feels like the first time.
Probably because it is.
But still, one simply must start somewhere.

you scalded my pet moth by accident

there is nothing quite like listening to a mixed cd called 'art mix: for appreciating, making or critiquing art." while doing art.
how did it get so "good"?

has anyone ever tried/successfully played an intranet version of truth or dare?
i think that would be fun.
when i get good at making websites (sometime between soon and never)i will make a website of that on the intranet and become the famous humorist i am destined to be.

what is the deal with that show "n3mbers"? {sidebar: i hate numbers replacing letters. it is dumb. yes, i am talking to all of you too, s7ven and l4yer cake. unless you are a lol cat or on a halo forum, don't bother.} are they supposed to be a-rab or jewish or latino or like dark slavic or what? ethnicity fail.
to be fair i've never watched a whole episode. i'm sure they get into it at some point.
i keep meaning to-- it has that dr. fleicshman from "northern exposure" in it. i freaking love "northern exposure". "this is why i live here?"
exactly.

i am having a poor go of taking photos lately. i don't know what the story is. it's like the spirit of jazz came and scooped up my mojo. just wearin' me like a glove.
anyway, my pictures suck.
plus i can't figure out what i did last summer to make it like slide film...
i welcome your feedback.

it is awesome to make telephone survey deliverers laugh.
really helps spice up the whole conversation.
i get bored.

kitty-cats look like they are smiling a lot.
except for those ones without hair. they are always frowning.
because they are scary gargoyle cats and i would be sad about being that ugly too.
i think it would feel like petting an elderly person. gross.

in conclusion,
shut up about brooklyn.

more than a spleening

friday the 13th was a day of convergences.
that's the wrong word.
coincidences?
still the wrong word.

happenings.

something is the happening...

i don't know what i would do if M. Night Shyamalan (name pronounced "SHAH-ma-lawn") stopped making movies. who would i make fun of? i guess there's always Arnold Schwarzenegger quoting his famous movie lines in broken english under the auspices of BEING THE GOVERNOR OF CALIFORNIA!!!! so a-barassing.



it kind of makes me hate california and feel shame about contributing to the horrors of this first world hell.

jl: H.P. Lovecraft, would you like to weigh in? hpl: Certainly Jen. Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon. jl: Word.

So now that we've got that out of the way, how about something french?
Ya. French bread.
You may remember me asking way back in november of 08 if i could ever improve my french bread making skills. (http://tiptoeingsanstulips.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-so.html)
well i think maybe i did.
or it just worked out well this time and will never rule again...whatever.

i ate it without even wearing a beret and it still tasted really pretty good.

most of the things i eat are on saucers. little spoons little plates. i could go for a divided dinner setup if stupid yuppies hadn't fetishised bento boxes to such an awkward degree.

summer. comin'. in an abstract sense. need to make a plan.

spring. comin'. in a more tangible way. though it's still -29 so i am finding it hard to imagine, personally. The aptly named Thaw-di-Gras festival happens here in the something of the somewhere. Spleen of the Klondike. That's it. Anyhow i am looking forward to Dawson kicking it live. Lip syncing, tricycle racing, chili cook-offing...oh ya.
Fake spring is weird.
Wrong word.
coincidental?
still the wrong word.

happenings. yes. the shoulder seasons are rich with happenings.
and anxiety. i feel like the spleen of the klondike!

Cave of Spleen
{not located in west dawson beneath dieter's giant slide, n.b.}

some final reflections from aforementioned superstar director,
my friend and yours m. night:

"I'm a master, a virtuoso – they can be handing me the keys to the kingdom and all I can think is, I hope I don't drop the key. "



yes. exactly.

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