I decided today I’d take a small drive to Canmore for something to do – and to somewhat appreciate the unfall-like weather we’ve been having. It was almost warm enough that I could crack out my summer dresses that I got for – what – summer? But not quite. I still dressed up tho – tights/ heels/ skirt. It’s a new side of me – this whole dressing up/ wearing decent clothes, etc.
So the last couple of days, my car has had a funk to it. Not a cool, “Parliament” type funk, but a smell. Kind of like old rabbit.
So last night I cleaned it out – and this morning – still stinky. I couldn’t figure it out. So I just ignored it.
I drove up to Canmore- lovely drive, not too much traffic, and I found myself on the main drag in a rocks and crystals store. Actually – you may not know that I took a level 1 Reiki class last weekend, and it was amazing. The leader of the course was brilliant and had a sense of humour, which I adore. I’d like to do more with that part of my life – but I’m not putting too much pressure on it right now. So, this rock and crystal shop was great – I found a few things I was looking for (and a few I wasn’t!), went and bought a green tea latte, and then drove home to Calgary. I decided I needed some food from Amaranth (local ‘health food’ store, sells lots of gluten-free stuff).
So, it was getting a bit cold, so I tried to turn on the heat.
My car pulled a Linda Blair. It started spewing green liquid from the heater.
And in other news – Forest Lawn Reprasent! (Yes, that is a hula dancer, and you are seeing the sign through my cracked windshield. I’m nothing if not consistent).
I spent most of my day today driving in Kananaskis country and taking pictures of rocks – then spent some time bugging the crap out of my folks. Really a perfect day all things considered.
The revolution will come from ignoring the others out of existence.
~William S. Burroughs
Thank you, useless Google filter in my spam mailbox. How did you know that everytime I go in there, I start thinking of jellied meat? Delicious.
My boss recently gave us at work a copy of the book, “The Narcissism Epidemic: Living in the Age of Entitlement” by Twenge, the same bright bulb that authored “Generation Me”. The vernacular popularized by this psychologist has now been utilized to inform working/ evaluation practices in dealing with adults around my age group, as well as now informing pedagogical responses to curricula.
My first response, without delving too deeply into this book, was bullshit. First off, any book that jumps to the conclusion of calling something that is ultimately as unprovable as an “epidemic” has flawed methodology. More than an interpretation of one generation’s responses to social, economic or cultural stimuli, the book merely sets out the writers’ bias and lack of rigorous methodology within their own studies. Continue reading
Neil: *Had* to bring the big rocket, didn’t you?
Bill: What? I got a big rocket. What am I supposed to do? Cut it in half?
Episode 7, Freaks and Geeks…
Okay, this is my favourite LP cover of this *set* that I’ve uploaded… actually I really should stop using the word “favourite” so much, the word is starting to lose meaning. Let’s say, I think it is hilarious, and leave it at that.
I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.
Bill Watterson (creator of the comic Calvin and Hobbes)
I haven’t quite unraveled this LP cover yet – but whether the baby looks like it just finished off a pack of cigs, or whether the look on the dude’s face is the creepiest ever, I think this LP is one of the cheesiest/ worst planned PR moves ever. I think it even trumps the Maple Leaf Greatest Hits album.
I’ve uploaded a few more pictures of the LPs- I think this has to be my favourite album cover ever.
There are some days when I think I’m going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.
This is a new feature – people I like. I like a lot of people, but for this installment, I will focus on a very very crazy person that lives in Washington State and goes by many names. Some call her Bubba. Some call her mmmmmmmmmmonkeyspud. Others call her “Ugly Baby”, or perhaps, “Barter Sauce” or some, more boring people, call her Rosalie.
Dear Rosalie is a crafter and a conservator of the strange. She likes to put things in plastic that really shouldn’t be captured together. Her Shower Art pieces remind me of what happens to poor insects in sap over thousands of years – her pieces are like the Amber of art for the shower world. I’ve exposed many of my friends/ enemies/ others to her work, and usually it illicits a fairly positive response. Nothing like being told to “buy milk whore” by a small piece of art on your mirror, or “Pick up the towel or I’ll bite your face off” by a cut-out leopard stuck to your shower door.
How Can you argue with Jerk It? Really? How Can you? Try.
Rosalie also runs an art ‘system’ of recycling the strangest pieces of art that can be found – the deal is that you send a piece in, you get one traded back. I guess if you wanted to, you could send that back when you were bored, and then perhaps get something else. Honestly, it confuses me a bit, but not in a bad way. The whole grouping of the weirdest pieces are off to Sacramento for an installation, where Rosalie is also hoping for a bit of help $$ wise through Kickstarter: http://bit.ly/cAi2g2.
When I didn’t interview Rosalie, I asked her how she started. She didn’t answer. Instead I was pointed towards her blog, and I was able to answer some of my own questions. Her blog is here, and you can find links to her etsy site, and a few other sites as well —> http://ilikepretty.blogspot.com/
So Rosalie. Someone I like. She’s very strange, and, somewhat like Lady Tar Tar in a meat dress, she stands out. In a good way? I guess that remains to be seen?
I didn’t know they came in strawberry flavour, or in such great small packs, but the bunny fruit were very good. Not at all meaty.
An interesting talk from David Byrne – Architecture and Music – how space influences sound. I wish he could have talked about this for a lot longer….
Or, I am that painting elephant of being awesome.
Beautiful view from my condo this morning.