July 18, 2010
Well the trouble with inspecting the garden in the dark is …. the beans I had so triumphed afore aren’t quite as dandy as last night. A woman passed my plot today and said, “your beans should be much bigger by now”. However we’re small people and maybe small people can co-exist happily with small beans.
On the other hand my beetroot….
My v first beetroot…. was worth parting the soil and retrieving. Pin up beetroot!
July 18, 2010
Yesterday I found a book called Cabbagetown — a documentary by Juan Butler. It was the words documentary that made me curious I saw them on the spine, it was on the top shelf of a book exchange in a caff and a woman climbed up and got it for me. It’s a book about an area of Toronto called Cabbagetown. A memoir of that place I think. A noisy book. I’m only starting reading it in between snips of a booklet on the history of the miners strike in Cumberland, BC.
July 18, 2010
Bean og triumph
The beans are now bean ‘og’ s. The third planting has made it to the first floor leaves without having their heads chomped off them.
Victory is sweet, quoth she.
July 18, 2010
Disaster zone
I must officially declare the building of the Greenhouse a week later a disaster zone.
I’ve tried every combination of clips and arranging and still, it is a sad dip of an affair.
The following have been visited in the pursuit of Greenhouse rising: Hardware shop x 2, plumbing shop, 2 everything shops. I have tried plastic glue, hair clips, alligator clips (or spring clamps), bulldog clips. Total cost is soaring. Seriously daft undertaking. But invigorating none the less!
July 16, 2010
Lit criticism I
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(Small person literary criticism of email)
July 16, 2010
Inspiring night at Not Sent Letters with admirable contributions. Especially enjoyed interacting with Charlene Vickers exhibit Vagabond Vestige (or Vestige Vagabond). Highlights including dusting arms with her fringy spoons, delighting in Maria’s stuffed beads that were close to bead boxing gloves … but the yellow walkman and “being an effective Ojibwe eavesdropper tape: lesson 15, The Weather, sentence two “he needs an enema” spawned a gaggle and giggle from the curious once we discovered it.
There was an interesting array of artists/writers and performers working with media, text, music, film, objects: a welcome relief from the sniffy “peacocking” that can prevail at Vancouver-dry art events, where the flag poles have no give in them.