Slow Sunday

(photo from ffffound.com)

Andre and I vowed several times to be Internet free this weekend, but we're finding it impossible! We constantly go back and forth on whether or not to cancel our Internet. I think we have been a teensy bit more mindful this weekend though and I haven't been on the facebook thing at all. I also got a lot of other nice things accomplished like cooking and baking and going to 7 West with friends.

Tonight I made this recipe for chana masala- adapted from a sweet little Orangette recipe. At first I thought it wasn't flavourful and Indian-foodish enough, but after it cooled a bit I was very happy with it. I recommend.

Now I'm waiting for my banana bread from Veganomicon to bake. Our oven takes about 1/3 longer than it should and I even turned the temperature up. Need to buy oven thermometer.

Happy Sunday evening everyone,

I recommend enjoying it with Boards of Canada and a whiskey and coke.

Home Tonight

Making pizza. Now eating pizza actually; pear, brie, onion, prosciutto.

Needing some new music: the new Tegan and Sara, Dead Man's Bones- both need to purchase. I'm also on the lookout for good podcasts. Anyone know of some?

I want to move to Kansas City,
Move to Kansas City;
Move pretty baby
Where the skies are so blue.

COME to Canzine

Will be offering my first ever lil poetry zine TOAST ATTACK.

Voila!



See you there!

Red Letters.

I never read the card you wrote.
I moved away.
floated
downstream.
settled offshore.
shoeboxed it-
locked it-
iced over
and
ended.

Pretended.
Built walls from
straw-
Blew them down.

Set fires.
Rewired
thought waves.
Had
heart worms
embedded,
then
unthreaded.

Regretted/
dreaded
going back.

Just for fun.

Very poorly lit photos of Ripley and Mowat.

Three shots from my first ever vegetable garden. (Three cheers!)

Collards and bright green cherry tomatoes.

VAMOOSE!

From the sketchbook. Ballpoint pen, black marker pen.

Love Coetzee

"In real life all that he can do well it appears, is be miserable. In misery, he is still top of the class. There seems to be no limit to the misery he can attract to himself and endure...Misery is his element. He is at home in misery like a fish in water. If misery were to be abolished, he would not know what to do with himself."

J.M. Coetzee, Youth, 2003.

Oh that.

Been drawing moose again
She says what
He says
Writing dialogue
I've been
trying anyways.
From underneath a cat.
Remember?
That's been me tip-typing.
Oh yes,
Now she can recall it.

12Hours

Wearing men's shoes,
she says relax
and writes lyrics for you to find
all over.

Bans nostalgia
breathes in deep
and says relax again.

Under stars,
It's a countdown.
To a problem
she can't solve
worth brooding over
every second.

Lighten up.

A Writer's Disconnect

Between the Impersonable
in person
and the forthright there.
Fourth right thing that you've
said today.
That they forced you to write down
and asked for you to like.
When your whispered or shy
mumbles were no match
for the OH HI,
Hello.

Who's Who who?

Tonight while on the phone with my mom, I was having a disagreement over the length of a chipmunk's tail. (Don't ask why.)(Also my hypothesis was wrong.)

Trying to prove myself right though, I did a quick Google search for chipmunk's tail (pretty cute search terms) and discovered Hinterland Who's Who.

Apparently their television clips should have been a staple of my childhood, but I can't remember every seeing any of them! Regardless, I'm really happy that the gov of Canada has a website like this. It helps me in my efforts to win disagreements over the dimensions of various wildlife, and I'm pretty excited about using some of the photos as references for drawing.

P.S. Still need to check out the WhoTube.