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Thursday, October 15th, 2009

Subject:fire! fire!
Time:7:12 am.
Mood: tired.
A few weeks back we lit the first fire at the new house. This is very exciting for me. I love the smell and the burning:

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That is all.
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Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

Subject:Still not so sure about this house thing...
Time:3:26 pm.
So I'm standing on my porch this morning, having a cigarette and admiring my choppy, overgrown front lawn, thinking - I wish the weedwhacker was working so I can trim around that little maple tree - and then I wondered if it was planted too close to the house and whether the roots would eventually be detrimental for the foundation, or whether it was far enough away that it would eventually cover the front of the house in shade (we face east) which would be really nice when we re-do the wrap-around porch.

Then it occured to me that I'm planning to be around to see the outcome. Which freaks me the fuck out, just a little.
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Thursday, June 18th, 2009

Subject:done done and done
Time:8:40 pm.
envelope2 open keyring
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Monday, June 8th, 2009

Time:7:21 pm.
DSCN7167
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Saturday, June 6th, 2009

Subject:Almost official...
Time:6:48 am.
Mood: surprised.
Well.

Due to some recent changes/upsets/life-crap it seems as though I've become a homeowner. I'll say "almost" because there is always the possibility the deal will go horribly wrong before I get the keys; so far, the fates have been merciful but I don't want to tempt them with another opportunity to have a chuckle at my expense.

But yeah. A fucking homeowner. A home without wheels, even.

I won't go on and on about it until I *do* have the keys, but for now here are some pictures...

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Sunday, February 22nd, 2009

Subject:elegy
Time:2:35 am.
she died just off pleasant drive near napanee

been swapping off for almost a week

but that morning it was just me.

she'd stripped off her diaper and clothes

and stopped rubbing her breasts in discomfort

her last words unintelligible days before.

they came in after sunrise to clean her

i asked them to cover her, open-backed hospital gown

from the look on her face, thought i'd fucked up somehow

paused too long, i tried to explain - they're coming today.

he had been so ashamed of her nakedness

the comfort sought from her nipples and breasts

she thought i was protecting my dignity, not his.

kept quiet and took the moment to smoke

got back as they finished, nearly choked seeing

the victorian high-necked laced-trimmed nightdress

instead of the breezy near-naked calming green shift.

wheezing worse after being turned, they said fluid filling her chest

called during their breakfast said now. get here now. and they left

put down the handset.

she jogged thru the door said now. come with me now. and i left

think there were three of them standing there.

apologized for the horrible gown, told her they were on their way now

just ten more minutes, please.

then no more wheezing, a few caught breaths in her chest

my face to her ear, made sure the last words she heard were

you are loved

you're not alone

even if they weren't all true.
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Saturday, November 29th, 2008

Subject:killing time
Time:1:16 am.
yanked from [info]nighthawk21:

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneylandworld
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sung a solo
cont'd )
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Friday, October 10th, 2008

Subject:all car no frills
Time:6:37 pm.
Mood: ecstatic.
it's OFFICIAL.

the keys are in my hand and my mini is in the driveway.

holy crap.
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Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

Subject:holy crap
Time:2:07 am.
Mood: ecstatic.
until it's in my driveway I won't quite believe it, but...today I became the proud owner of my first mini.

I am a Mini Owner!


it's being dropped off today or tomorrow.

it looks like this:

78mini1000_a

holy crap.

i've started a blog to document the whole freakin experience. if you're interested, it's here:

http://621aok.blogspot.com/
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Sunday, September 14th, 2008

Subject:aunt zanne
Time:12:09 am.
Mood: pleased.
holy crap i have a niece!!

Briar Marie Catherine, born Sat Sept 13 at 4:45pm, 6lbs 1 oz

(how awesome is it that her middle initials make her, Briar "MC" Vickery?)
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Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

Subject:oh what a beautiful morning...
Time:9:18 pm.
Mood: anxious.
aside from huge spiders invading my home and the news of monthly hydro bills that exceed rent - you know what's my favourite way to start the day? meeting neighbours for the first time after backing into their audi.
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Sunday, August 17th, 2008

Subject:i never thought it would happen....
Time:10:05 pm.
tonight i ordered a grilled chicken with bacon and cheese from harvey's. when they asked what i would like on it i answered, "nothing, just plain pls."

I unwrapped my sandwich when i got to work and there was only bacon.

i actually got fast food TOO PLAIN.

i suspect the condiment gods are relishing this moment.
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Saturday, August 2nd, 2008

Subject:i should stop browsing fstdt
Time:2:43 pm.
i took a call from a woman last night who wanted to know how to use her call-waiting on her new phone. (i work for a warranty company and the line she called into has nothing to do with teaching ppl how to use their phone services.) at the end of the call - after explaining i wasn't a tech, i told her to try hitting the button marked "flash" when she hears the call waiting beep - she got a little chatty and asked where i was; i told her canada. then yadda yadda typical questions from older, southern, american lady yadda yadda and then she asked if we had a lot of catholics here.

?

"i'm not really sure, ma'am. i think we're mostly atheists up here. i mean we're very multicultural and there are a lot of different religions, but the general consensus is pretty much atheist."

i have no idea what prompted me to say it, but i somehow managed to deliver it sincerely and without offending her (she had said she was christian.) she was a little surprised - but she was still pretty happy about figuring out her call waiting. she told me to have a really good night and she'd be wishing blessings upon me.
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Monday, July 28th, 2008

Subject:i feel pretty
Time:12:49 am.
Mood: impressed.
[info]muffin_von_chub gives good head.

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Sunday, July 6th, 2008

Subject:i come from those who swallow their roles whole
Time:4:23 am.
we were sitting at the edge of the lake at a plastic picnic table, watching a father and his kids coming in from a fishing trip. they threw their catches back in and we watched as the fish swam back out to deeper waters, the family dog chasing them until called. beautiful blue sky and crisp breeze.

i finished my smoke and went to butt it out in one of the grooves between the slats of the table top. i noticed a large see-thru wing poking out so i grabbed it gently with two fingers and pulled. it was a dead dragonfly. it was huge and that gorgeous bright blue; striped and shimmering. i placed it on the table and looked at it, pointed out its beauty to my gramma. the eyes seemed so big, the segments distinct and the colour! i picked it up again and moved it into the light for her. i was thinking it would be nice to photograph, maybe get some macro shots, told her that too and then mentioned i didn't think i had anything to put it in to save it on the drive home.

as i held it in my palm she slapped at my hand, knocking it back onto the table. before i could stop her (this 86 yr old woman i pushed around in a wheelchair,) she roughly picked it up, took two or three steps to the water's edge, and flung it out into the lake.
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Saturday, June 21st, 2008

Subject:born and b(read) in the briar patch
Time:7:08 am.
Mood: nostalgic.
my brother and his wife are having a baby (girl) in september. they've chosen the name Briar. i really really like it (which surprises me actually because i usually think "original" kid's names are ridiculous sounding/looking.) when i first heard the name, it immediately brought up memories of my grandad and the books i loved as a kid.

my grandad used to read to us from a big 70s Golden Book of uncle remus/bre'r rabbit stories. one of my favourites was the story about the tar baby. bre'r rabbit tricked bre'r fox into letting him go by begging him not to throw him in the briar patch, which bre'r fox of course does and then realizes rabbits are quite at home in briar patches.

(when i was in grade four one of our teachers also read the same book to our classes. but i was disappointed in her rendition as it didn't sound anything like my grandad's reading. of course my canadian teacher didn't have the added english accent while reading the "southern dialect," so it never sounded like the "real" uncle remus to me.)

this is the book and some page scans - in one, the text is readable and you can see the "dialect" it was written in:
http://www.animationarchive.org/2007/01/illustration-uncle-remus-stories-1949.html

i thought it might be nice to get a copy of the same book to read to my future niece but 30 years later the disney book, (and original "Song of the South" disney movie,) has slipped into obscurity because of the connections to slavery and racism. i was a little disappointed as the stories themselves, minus the controversial uncle remus character, existed long before a southern white man recorded them and disney animated them. being able to find and/or afford a copy of the book isn't likely now.

then i remembered - when i discovered ebay a number of years ago i found a copy of the bre'r rabbit stories written by enid blyton, the british author of the "famous five" books i also loved as a kid. i bought it because it combined two distinct memories for me - my grandad and my love of enid blyton books (which are also obviously racist/classist/un-pc 30 years later.) it happens to be one of only two purchases i've made on ebay and i completely forgot i had it until i was looking up the uncle remus book. i found it among my other put-away things and i've put it aside for when/if "Briar" arrives - i find myself really looking forward to reading the stories to her.

and i'm totally going to torment the kid by calling her briar (bre'r) rabbit.
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Thursday, June 19th, 2008

Time:2:49 am.
for jimsen:

http://www.liveatc.net/

live air traffic control broadcasts in usa.
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Thursday, June 12th, 2008

Subject:go with the floe
Time:9:03 am.
"...an isolated group of Yupik-speaking Inuits near the Bering Strait had a term (kunlangeta) they used to describe “a man who … repeatedly lies and cheats and steals things and … takes sexual advantage of many women—someone who does not pay attention to reprimands and who is always being brought to the elders for punishment.” When Murphy asked an Inuit what the group would typically do with a kunlangeta, he replied, “Somebody would have pushed him off the ice when nobody else was looking.”


http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?id=what-psychopath-means
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Sunday, May 25th, 2008

Subject:update
Time:4:54 am.
got a call this week from the psychologist i've been waiting to see - have an appt in a few weeks.

i'm both hesitant and expectant. this psychologist is a prof at U of O and teaches human sexuality. she specializes, in her psychology practise, in incest - particularly father/daughter. i've googled her and read a few excerpts from papers, studies and books she's published; any mention of asexuality that i've found is in the context of disorder - something the aged, disabled, damaged and especially female population is labeled/burdened with. asexuality is equated with invisibility, unattractiveness and dysfunction.

i worry that she won't be understanding because, as someone who studies human sexuality, she won't be able to accept the absence of it. i'm worried she'll insist i can or should change. i'm worried that i'll find even the most educated and open-minded psychologist will still consider me "irreparably damaged."

i'm hoping, as someone who teaches and actively researches/publishes about human sexuality, she will have information and experiences with asexuality that i lack. i'm hoping to find someone who has some inkling of the grief and isolation, someone who is capable of even trying to understand, capable of listening without being dismissive. i'm hoping she's talked to other people with the same problems who have successfully found acceptance or alternatives.

i also hope she can tell me i'm not asexual. that there's some way to fix this. that i can become something more akin to human.

she charges much more than i can reasonably afford right now. however, a couple of times in the past year my father has offered to help in any way he can, so i've asked him for money towards this. thankfully, he's agreed to help and hasn't yet put any stipulations on his financial support. (this is the man who bought me shoes on a weekend visit then deducted it from the child support payment he gave to my mum the next month. this is the man who told me he'd rather spend my life insurance money on my funeral, should i die, than give it to me when i needed it for university.) his help, along with the minimal amount my work benefits cover for psychological treatment, should make it feasible to have an appt once a month for at least six months. also, by the time i get to see her i'll have been on meds for almost 8 weeks - if they help enough i might not need to "self-medicate" as often and that will also free up some resources for continued therapy.

she mentioned on the phone that she conducts appointments in a sound-proof room. not sure why, but i find this comforting.
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Friday, April 18th, 2008

Time:1:37 pm.
i keep meaning to update. let's see if this one sticks.

last week i picked up a keyboard from value village for 5 bux. i picked it up because i was pretty sure it was similar to the one [info]twiin has - a "clicky" keyboard he got a while ago but has since lost a couple key-covers for. if the model number was right, he could have it. if not, at the very least, he could replace the lost tops.

i checked the model number when i got home and i was right - i had grabbed an ibm model m - although mine was not the coveted 1391401 (the one twiin has) but a UK built 1396790.

it has a big sticker on the back with production dates and inspector initials in ink. it's a 1994 build, but b/c it was made in the UK it has an ibm badge instead of the n. american lexmark or unicomp. it doesn't have the detachable cord but it is equipped with "drainage channels" under the keys - any spilled liquid is directed around the good bits and towards 4 exit holes under the front lip of the board.

after getting thoroughly lost reading about the thing, i plugged it in to try it out. it's extremely satisfying. i got attached to it very quickly - after only a few days i pictured myself at 60, clicking out depressing prosetry about daffodils and depends on my trusty and career-inspiring cherished model m.

needless to say, twiin isn't getting this one.
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Sunday, December 30th, 2007

Time:10:24 am.
Music:orphyx - circuitbreaking.
have a new job. which surprisingly doesn't suck. small place, decent people, sane environment. nice change. that makes home and work (fingers crossed) in a little over a year. i said november, remember?

i've found the less i say the more i learn. so much feels like it's changed. like a zipper it's grafting itself back. or watching the patterns emerge/converge/appear. my words are more my own now so i can't apologize if i'm not being clear.

i don't think i've ever affected so much. can't believe how it seeps through to everything.
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Thursday, November 1st, 2007

Subject:rough week
Time:12:48 am.
it has occurred to me that accusations of being withdrawn, hard to know and repressed have come from people who don't realize the only way they want to be opened up to is sexually.

when the weather stirs like this i think it's me and it is, i guess, as much as anything. all i need is four nails two boards two trees one hammer and just me. they never believe anyhow. end up running with the wrong words regardless; the ones about coaxing flames from unattended embers and backbreaking heights climbed blindly and limber.

they tell me i'm lucky, though. that i'm better off for not knowing; better off silent and powerless. what a relief, she writes cynically, to know you're not worth the effort.
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Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007

Time:11:16 pm.
"satirical" myers-briggs personality types

INTJ: The outside contractor

INTJs are solid, competent personalities who may seem aloof and even arrogant, but who are typically highly skilled in any field which interests them. INTJs are confident in their skills and knowledge, self-assured, and imaginitive; their exceptional problem-solving skills make them ideal architects, auto mechanics, and tools of the evil empire. While it requires the driving will to conquer of an ENTJ to imagine the Death Star and the evil genius of an ENTP to invent its devastating weapons systems, the skill and technical prowess of the INTJ is what makes the whole thing work.

The INTJ sees life as a problem to be solved. For that reason, the INTJ is the person a company brings in from the outside to streamline production processes and identify redundant assets for termination. The INTJ's combination of analyticial problem-solving skills and complete and utter disregard for the morality or consequences of his actions also make him ideal for the job of hatchet man, CIA operative, and helpdesk operator.

RECREATION: INTJs are often baffled by the strange and incomprehensible recreational rituals of other people, such as going to parties, watching television, and having sex. Instead, they prefer to spend their leisure time installing twin missile launchers in their cars to deter tailgaters and playing chess with megalomaniac CEOs of the Tyrell corporation.

COMPATIBILITY: Silly person, INTJs don't have relationships! They may, however build their own friends.

Famous INTJs include J. F. Sebastian and Sgt. Apone.
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Friday, September 28th, 2007

Time:7:31 am.
"And then it happens. The room looks brighter to her. The faces, the big, circular lights overhead, the ceiling—they all seem clearer. Malone asks her how she feels. "I'm really happy," she replies, clearly surprised. "I feel like I could get up and do all sorts of things." But even more telling than her words is the look on her face. For the first time in 20 years, with a halo bolted to her head and two freshly drilled holes in her skull, Hire smiles."

http://www.popsci.com/popsci/science/7fe10fb25fef4110vgnvcm1000004eecbccdrcrd.html
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Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

Time:1:22 am.


"The evolutionary patterns of certain gene variants associated with schizophrenia shows that many of these genes have been positively selected over time."
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Saturday, August 4th, 2007

Subject:the pool is almost full
Time:1:27 pm.
Mood: calm.
Music:running water.
new house.  is so awesome.  i no longer care for things like internets and messenger.  only house. 

this is all i offer as an explanation for my continued absence and growing stoicism.
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Tuesday, June 19th, 2007

Subject:update
Time:7:50 am.
been a strange few months starting february i think, but really november. november's when i made decisions gave up the ghost lost my audience and i feel like i've been hiding forever. grew into my mask and shed it fed up with the carapace let's get on with the rest, yes? that was november.

then february and it all comes slinging back like it only just noticed when i let go and seriously this is what it takes would've only taken years ago? but that's how it always goes, no? except for the control the capable and confident except for the inner calm except for november.

long drives in spring getting lost in my sounds, my senses my perceptions, learning what death is - while changing the people around me, consciously like they were directed i swear. ushering out june now and the next's not an end but a bend in direction a different projection spiralling out from november.
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Friday, June 8th, 2007

Subject:no more little red riding-hoodie
Time:7:30 pm.
Mood: drained.
today my gramma died in my arms, my father became my hero and the family i wanted to abandon six months ago came together gracefully and with genuine concern for one another - the first time in the 23 years since my grandad's death.

also, i drove a mini.
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Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007

Subject:prophecy
Time:1:52 pm.
see the thing about feeling better is - eventually you enjoy it.
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Friday, April 27th, 2007

Subject:hate facebook
Time:3:23 am.
art camp 89 - time warp

art camp, 1989. my first year as counsellor. that's me in the middle; we're doing the time warp.

two more )
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Monday, April 23rd, 2007

Subject:things just sound better
Time:6:21 pm.
i used to go to sleep-away camp every summer.

the summer i was ten, i came back from camp and found all my friends had changed somehow. i couldn't figure out just *how*, only that they had. it felt a little weird, i felt out of place. i remember finding myself bored by them and the games i used to love playing, or just finding them emptier somehow. it was a couple weeks before it dawned on me that it wasn't them and the world around us that had changed - it was me. it didn't help me figure out the cause, but it was a surprise to realize my perception could do a 180 like that.
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Monday, April 9th, 2007

Time:4:59 pm.
i can only tell you about telling you. even the echo you wouldn't understand. but you'd know it was an echo. and you'd know your own from mine if you had one. they would converge, you see; no form without friction.
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Thursday, April 5th, 2007

Subject:on the way to grandmother's house...
Time:12:55 pm.
wet paint
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Monday, March 26th, 2007

Subject:for sick roommates everywhere..
Time:11:33 am.
good news today. job ends april 6, not april 20. only two more weeks. AND i booked april 6 off to go to C.O.M.A. LESS than two weeks.
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Friday, March 16th, 2007

Subject:i've changed my mind
Time:9:54 am.
it didn't surprise me that i found my hand around his fingers while they rested on the table, or that i ran my thumb across his index while he wept his apology. it was odd, though, how still his skin seemed. it felt like i used to when he touched me; pliant and unresistant. he didn't move or react, just continued talking while i wondered what kind of person i am that these fingers don't disgust me.

i felt in control. i felt for him.
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Sunday, February 25th, 2007

Subject:point blank
Time:7:32 am.
monday morning at work got an email from uncle saying gramma is in hosptial and has been for two weeks.

monday afternoon, drive to napanee to see gramma. father is waiting and wants to talk. father apologizes over coffee at tim horton's for sexual abuse throughout childhood, shows his 3 month chip from sexual addicts anon, reveals it was dead brother who abused him and would like back into daughter's life if she'll have him. asks daughter not to share this info with her mother.

finish coffee and return to hospital to rub gramma's feet. gramma acknowledges abuse for the first time saying, "it's about time" that her son apologized. gramma tells the "truth" about why/how she was moved from mother's place years ago (which sparked the last potential court battle between parents and the final rift in communication with father.) asks granddaughter not to share this info with her mother.

drive back to ottawa alone having been up for 24 hrs. take refuge with friends until wednesday.

tuesday, receive notice from work that contract is ending monday instead of april 20. being transferred to high call-volume customer service contract. contract is mon-fri days only. no overnights, no evenings, no shift premiums. rented a snare drum.

wednesday afternoon, drive to north bay to see brother. talk with brother about father.

thursday morning, drive to toronto with brother to meet mother and two aunts at airport. discuss nothing about father. drive back to north bay.

friday, drive home to ottawa and prepare for last weekend of sane working conditions.
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Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

Subject:personal glurge
Time:5:26 pm.
i found his proposal years after he had drawn it. he lived two floors down on the other side of the hall but i can't remember his name or how we met. i think he might have just knocked on my door to borrow paint - he was making something for school.

his living room had lots of orange and we sat on the floor. he showed me his project and i showed him my art supplies. i had a wooden wine box with my grandad's watercolours (my inheritance; his half squeezed tubes i was saving for when my technique was better) and my own everyday supplies. i loaned him the box (explaining about my grandad's paints) and we hung out. he returned everything a few days later and we spent more time together then hung out for the next week or so. (it was a nice change from being targeted by the sharp blonde kid down the hall who never let me pass without being a jerk.)

the next time i needed my supplies, i realized many of my grandad's tubes of paint were flat - including most of an almost new little box of six. i was devastated. and angry. i didn't speak with him again. he was confused the first few times we crossed paths but eventually he ignored me too. by the time it occurred to me he might not have done it on purpose, it was too late to make things right. i let it go. i don't remember when he moved away.

packing my things when it was my turn to move - i was organizing my art supplies, flipping through a small sketchbook i used a couple times then abandoned. halfway through, sandwiched between an inch of blank pages on either side, was a drawing i didn't recognize. two faces - one brown boy and one pink girl. written in black underneath them was, "let's be friends!"
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Sunday, February 4th, 2007

Time:8:25 am.
The eternal gratitude of the Mistress of the Tentacled Oblivion has many, many benefits.

(WonderWomanJune1993"The octopus, known as poulpe in French, pulpo in Spanish, polip in Hungarian, and polypous in Classical Greek, is pluperfectly the essence of pulp. Here you will find hard-to-locate images of science fiction, fantasy, and adventure pulp and comic covers featuring the wily octopus, courtesy of your hostess Francesca Myman."
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Tuesday, January 30th, 2007

Time:3:09 am.
"I start out in my `native language,' and provide a translation, or at least an explanation. Then I discuss how thought, language, communication, interaction, awareness, and personhood are defined by people in general, to the detriment of many people, particularly cognitively disabled people, who don't fit the narrow definitions. Although I'm autistic, this is not an `autism zoo exhibit' or a generalization about all autistic people, but rather a statement about who gets considered a person and who doesn't, what gets considered communication and what doesn't, and on what basis."

http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=4998359028958016786&q=in+my+language

EDIT

here is the filmmaker's blog:

"The driveway to the house I lived in an attachment to, was full of rocks. After dealing with Internet people or the hippie garden or other places that considered people most of the world, I’d go out there and I’d line the rocks up, stack them in piles or towers on my pants, and hold them in my hands. And suddenly it would become very clear I did have a place in the world, and that human society was only a small part of the determination of what that place was or what value it had. The rocks reminded me that humans were arrogant in thinking they were the entire world, and in trying to convince me that they were the whole world and determined my place and worth."

http://ballastexistenz.autistics.org/
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Saturday, January 27th, 2007

Time:12:05 am.
hilarious canadian real estate:

norm fisher - royal lepage, saskatoon.

(he's the jack handey of realtors...)
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Monday, January 8th, 2007

Time:9:38 am.
considering asceticism; it slips in between thick folds of lost thought.
articulated limbs and distinction, high humming tight strumming threaded with sinew
perforated by eye-teeth, pinprick'd portals gripped fast with pinched toes.

it comes and it goes.
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Monday, December 25th, 2006

Time:7:40 am.
"This project was a collaboration with Angelo, an incarcerated artist. He illustrated many incredible inventions made by prisoners to fill needs that the restrictive environment of the prison tries to supress. The inventions cover everything from homemade sex dolls, condoms, salt and peper shakers to chess sets. We collaborated on this project with Angelo for over two years. We had many additional collaborators who made a book, exhibition of re-created inventions and a prison cell possible. This page offers an overview of the project thus far."

PRISONERS' INVENTIONS
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Sunday, December 17th, 2006

Subject:short story
Time:2:17 pm.
i don't remember what was at the bottom, i don't remember what was at the top. i just remember climbing.
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Friday, December 15th, 2006

Subject:never let it fade away
Time:9:48 am.
my grandparents emigrated from England in 1982.

before that there were only canadian christmas airport arrival what have they got for us in their cases mouth watering anticipation of foil wrapped white chocolate week or so of safe horseplay memories - the childhood in wales half a lifetime ago and cross-atlantic flights just a longing to see the intricacies of streets and the matchbox cars that run them disappear from perspective.

seems strange he was only with us for a year or so before he died - i could swear the memories take up more time than that. although '84 has been stretching its affects since.

we spent sunday dinners and Boxing Days with them. M*A*S*H and mahjongg and a mars bar in four equal pieces to share between us - i cut, you choose. when we were allowed to use the little red ghetto blaster my grandad bought for picnics and car rides, simon wanted the chicken dance and i could only stand perry como.

visiting my gramma this week, searching for first-aid bits to cover the nasty scrape she got when she fell in the bathroom, i found the drawer of old cassettes. my grandad's printing on tapes he used to send us instead of letters. and the perry como.

i plugged in her little silver ghetto blaster, stuck the tape in and hit play, and it was still cued to my favourite song.
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Saturday, December 9th, 2006

Time:2:55 am.
not sure why, but these US navy music videos crack me the fuck up:

http://www.glumbert.com/media/pumpit
http://www.glumbert.com/media/heyyanavy
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Saturday, November 18th, 2006

Time:12:34 pm.
"It does not appear to be a concept taken seriously by those who do not experience it."
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Saturday, October 14th, 2006

Time:8:37 am.
"I am a giant squid. I swam up from the briny ocean depths. I have a computer, with a specially-modified tentacle-friendly interface. I have a fast internet connection. I seek to learn about humans and about the world. I have read much on the internet. I have read your wikipedia and your dictionary.com. History sites and askjeeves. There is also a lot of crap.

Yet still, I have many unanswered questions. And you must have questions of me. We have much to learn from one another..."

http://www.squidsquid.com
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Saturday, October 7th, 2006

Time:9:15 am.
they are mostly small moments. maybe it's so with everyone. i write them over and over - little worlds like butterscotch lifesavers. my personal favourite is the hole worn just big enough to fit the tip of my tongue through.

coming like smells before seizures and leaving like seasons, i keep filing them away as retrievable but they're not. the rest is the concrete; the rest will persist, the rest is the irresistible. littering away the good stuff, letting it slide me by, thinking i can pick up the trail again later - i am mistaken.
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Monday, October 2nd, 2006

Time:9:48 am.
"The University of Wisconsin Medical School have an online video series that shows a dissection of a human body, including special sections on the brain and spinal cord, all expertly narrated by the professors in the department."
-http://www.mindhacks.com/blog/2006/09/brain_dissection_vid.html

dissection in 27 parts!
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Sunday, September 24th, 2006

Time:6:07 am.
i'm curious. if you're comfortable with humouring me, i'd appreciate your opinions/thoughts on sexual arousal/attraction.

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