back adder

A great visit out west with marvelous friends. We chewed the fat and hopped the fence, barbecued salmon on a cedar plank, then walked that plank with Salty and 160 oysters. A good time had by all.

this peace...

All work done (for now) and the proverbial weight has risen. Decided to head out west to visit good friends--after class tomorrow the Poods and I shall hit the snowy trail. Cold and clear here in Saskatoon tonight, with a bright full moon...wanted to get a snap of it but forgot the camera at home. So tired. Bedbedbedbedbedbedbed. Bed.

TRIFECTA TUESDAYS

So the excitement continues. Bookshelves, dogs, and coffee. Housebounded myself for the past few days, trying to get work done. Reading with joy and amazement about people with real issues, i.e. Egypt, Bahrain, Tunisia, Iran....
Enjoying a new blog, Crasstalk, populated by a lot of Gawker refugees...good post on there today about 2012, brought me back to the mid to late nineties, devouring McKenna's work on the subject...no, seriously man, I liked 2012 before it was cool, haha.
That 2012 movie was fucking ridiculous. O well, guess it's easier to depict a physical cataclysm than it is too show a worldwide upgrade in consciousness.

Alright, Donne's done. Up next, feisty Fitzgerald and humming Hemingway.

HOUSEKEEPING AT NIGHT

Problem.
SOLUTION.
MOTHERFUCKING RESULT.

"We see we saw what did not move"

Thank you Mr. John Donne, now inspire me so I can finish this essay on you.
This is the land of living skies--I used to think that tagline was the cheese, now I think it's the bees knees. Saskatchewan gives excellent sky. Grand and open, you can project yourself into it...in high school I was all about the chrome-grey rolling puffs of clouds, it suited my dark and romantic moods. During the tree-planting years, it became an entity that I had an intimate relationship with. Was it going to rain on me?, scorch me?, yes yes I was the mouse to its snickering cat.

In the U.K. it's a whole different ball game. You're just happy when you can see it.

In the present, I visit the sky with Pooder, at dawn and dusk, and it never lets us down...it brings us up gently before breakfast, and floats us into a pleasant supper.

suplex mah specs

How many times can you set out on the same journey? Sometimes I feel like Scooby-doo and the gang, running past the same animated background, over and over again--and then we catch the monster, and it turns out he's just some twit with a scam...my oz needs a new wizard.

dawn to dusk to dawn

Northwest Saskatoon, just before dawn and walking the dog. I wish I could bottle that hinge of blue between dark and light, and make it my signature scent.
Good study drink--a sprinkle of raw sugar, black coffee, half and half orange brandy and Bailey's. TASTY. Sipped whilst listening to Neon Neon. Good stuff.

sloth and the city

here i am, trying to avoid all the work i have to do. no one and nothing is going to find me, as long as i stay in this closet...
...to hell with that shit. i'm going to fly my brazen colours of laziness right out in the open. deadlines, shmedlines. i've got nothing to be ashamed of...
...and here is my alley, my thinking place, my 'me' space. also, once in a while, i may take a wee tinkle here now and zen.

i don't care what they say...

i'm pretty stoked it's monday.

the devil inside

"It is not in his personal emotions, the emotions provoked by particular events in his life, that the poet is in any way remarkable or interesting. His particular emotions may be simple, or crude, or flat"; T.S. Eliot.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"; Pooder.

woah, there's people out there?

well moving on from barton hollow to dj premier presents year round records-get used to us...'grew up in the streets like everyone else, instead of pushing drugs i push knowledge of self'--cheers KRS!
r. doh...that's some rare shit right there, cudgie.
walking up to buddy colin's place, it was a warm friday night...half a million dollar bridge lights doing their thing.
just drinking a beer, being a legend.
yep, it was nice to get out for once. this bet i have going with myself to limit my social life is...i don't know what it is. i do know i forgot that's it fun to hang out with people. yes, i am a loser.

the hosts, temporarily lost in thought.
you got three guesses; what's in my hand?
the real star of the show. biggest tail on a cat i've ever seen.
party's over, kitty cat.

once again so fast, sunday?

Listening to The Civil Wars, an album called Barton Hollow. Or maybe it's The Civil Wars by Barton Hollow. Either way, not my usual thing, but a nice mellow acoustic ending to the weekend nonetheless...what with the cold weather descending once again...a glass of wine and some plaintive guitar strings my fireplace....

PROCRASTI--NATION

I see you baby, giving me the side-eye.

instead, i fled.

what was that saying, 'you look into the void long enough, the void starts looking into you'? that sentiment could work for anything, i suppose, not just the void (a-void?).
focus your attention on one thing for long enough and you enter its' world, perhaps find yourself confronted with a set of rules that you didn't consciously sign up for. my humble plans for behaviour modification involve becoming aware of where my attention rests--if it's not productive in some sense, i'm outta there, i'm skidaddling, i'm 23 skidoo.