June 14, 2011
No bingo II & III
All day I have been trying to find out some information about leads and projectors and many, many hours later I am none the wiser. It could require three possible leads. Hmm this is the plug n play age, but it’s not. We’re also swimming in information until you’re looking for something and suddenly search terms are crucial.
We also have instant communication, that’s not so instant.
I am trying to recall how we found out things before we had all this. I guess we phoned somebody up. Or there was only one kind of plug to worry about.
On Saturday I was at the library and desperate for the title of a journal. Google via the librarian produced no useful information and we were flummoxed. Finally I had to search my old sent email box and eh voila there it was. I had written to someone asking about the journal and they had not replied!
June 14, 2011
Well whatever Roberto Luongo may be experiencing I sincerely regret the double shot of wheat grass an hour ago.
Presently I am thinking thoughts about Roger Federer.
Had a lovely chat with an Ethiopian woman walking up the hill (from the unfortunate wheat grass infusion) she told me all would be well because she’d prayed for Luongo. She declared to the traffic that he wasn’t support by his players during that other match. As she left she repeated I prayed for him. V moving. Never mind the goals, he’s a lucky man to have this woman’s prayers and sympathy.
If that wheat grass keeps me from the tumbling mats tonight I shall lose all faith in the power of greens. Gurgle, gurgle, you need the stomach of a bovine to digest it.
June 13, 2011
Today some funny things:
A handle fell off my cup.
I had to bandage my arm. (unrelated)
I walked along the street carrying an open box of salt and the Prime Minister’s radio address from January 5th, 1935. (Would that be Bennett?).
I salted the garden to repel the ballooning & polyamorous community of slugs and forgot I had not watered it.
I read part of a book about neuroscience and the brain and found it boring. This is a first. I never find the brain boring.
Today was the first time I looked forward to a day where I do not have to think about 1935. I’ve decided next Tuesday I will absolutely not think about 1935.
June 13, 2011
Tensing with G.
To read Gertrude Stein only for tense is a funny thing to do, for you see what’s in her, on her and at her. Go and do it. And now. And then.
To have read Gertrude Stein only for tense was a funny thing to do, for I see what’s in her, on her, at her. Gone and have done it. And now. And then.
To read Gertrude Stein only for tense was a funny thing to do for I saw what’s in her, on her and was at her. And is beyond. And was beyond in the beyond. And would be and could be and can be.
June 12, 2011
Rereading the Riot Act II Performance Art Cabaret June 15, 2011 @ Waldorf Hotel
Rereading the Riot Act II Performance Art Cabaret
June 11, 2011
I had never previously been alerted to the high population of canoes that inhabit Vancouver and the narrow spots they’re housed in, to note them you need to be walking an alley route.
Tonight on the way home from a lovely dinner (arugula salad from their garden yum, yum, chicken biryani, yumnation) with friends, we enjoyed a cosy walk, mainly through the alleys since one of us was on a skateboard. I was salivating over the odd poly-veggie-house and (gasp) glass greenhouses. The vegetable gardens are firmly installed! At one point my son asked me to tell him a story, it reminded me of the many years where, carless, we walked and walked and walked sometimes 30 blocks(!) and I would tell him stories to keep him moving. Recently we began walking again, it’s a grand way to enjoy a pause and process the old thoughts and tell jokes together and examine the world. Tho’ I must admit I also love to sit in a stationary car when it’s raining and exchange funny stories.
June 10, 2011
A wonderful gloomy light has just rolled in on us. (around 9.31am) turning the world into a bit of a mixing bowl. The comfort of winter in June! I put on my rust coloured shawl (indoors) to celebrate it. I love the diversity in the light lately, this is one advantage of our up and down weather pattern.
June 8, 2011
What’s a sealed bid? Isn’t that an unfortunate turn of phrase given the goods?
More than 25 years have passed since casket grave space was available from Mountain View Cemetery. A process within provincial legislation has enabled the cemetery to acquire a limited number of casket graves for resale. These graves are vacant and available for immediate use. This is a unique and limited opportunity to secure a place in Vancouver’s only cemetery
June 7, 2011
This is a fascinating and disturbing story from a New York Times magazine article from 2006 about a syndrome that sees husbands and sons shutting themselves inside their bedrooms and withdrawing from the world for upto 23 hrs per day for periods of four years +
I had questions about how this effects the body. Would there be muscle wastage? How does the human body adjust to no daylight and what happens to the circadian rhythm? But mainly it’s the small spaces they occupy and their choice to do so, and what is behind it that perturbed me. I also wonder about the stress response/responder. Have our bodies become so accustomed to stress that the response is now over pronounced and extreme. All of this leads me back to light pollution and that wonderful talk I heard at UBC last year by the art critic (from Yale) about, amongst many things, sleep disturbance.