Anakana Schofield

October 11, 2010

In the garden, one armed digging, with a small implement. Removed some of the patchwork of blighted tomatoes which had dropped into the soil And hark! The soil, 4 years later and a chip shop of rubble churned up, is finally looking like soil of some sincerity. Had a rummage and found teeny, ickle potatoes as Helen said I would. The much doted upon arugula plant looks happy and certain in there. I have ambitions to be a winter gardener, but  since I cannot ever recall the code to the communal shed it’s a challenge.

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October 10, 2010

1.22am. A moment when I wish night was day. An unusual weather event is taking place at this hour, an uneven windstorm. The gusts come intermittently and they blow in shapes like big old beer bellies. A bellows kind of bluster. Short blasts. 2 to 3 seconds and then give way. Inbetween there is a strange hum in the air. The wind is not cold. It’s 13 degrees and fresh. It smells like Mayo wind, except Mayo wind would never pause for prayer or thought or inhale the way this one does. There is a howl off it, which again is rare for urban Vancouver wind. Naturally I stuck my head out the window to examine and partake and noted no one else has their head out there at this hour. But if they did, they’d have seen black cloud barrelling North, yes North. Normally the clouds travel West when I look at them from this angle.  Single taxis travel the street but you could list everything in the fridge and cupboards aloud in the time that lapses between them.

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October 9, 2010

Made in Japan (detail)

Jeremy Isao Speier

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October 9, 2010

Made in Japan

 

 

Made in Japan

Jeremy Isao Speier

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October 9, 2010

I continue to be impressed by Francis Boldereff’s correspondence to Charles Olson in the collection A Modern Correspondence. Olsen has yet to make any impression, partly because he has so few letters in it so far and what he has are the succinct variety.

I am reading the book aloud to my partner, who patiently listens and we confer on Francis. Neither of either of us is particularly interested in Olson. It’s more a case of who is this woman?

Frances, I understand, was a typesetter and children’s librarian.

The book was edited by Ralph Maud and Sharon Thesen. It came into my possession the best way, found it discarded on the side of the road. Tripping over it literature. Or it rose up to greet me lit.

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October 8, 2010

Nerfing up the vernacular

Myself and the small male are today festooned in the language of modification. Nerf gun modification. It’s a serious business involving my limited carpentry tools. “Yeah,” says he, taking off up the stairs with me bloody gluten free crackers in tow, “Don’t worry I’m just doing a simple air restrictor mod.” (The vernacular acquired via youtube is fantastic when uttered in all seriousness, incl on the telephone to grandma)

Righty-o.

Hours later, roars, “I need you to hold these very important pieces together, get up here.” Never before have I been this useful!!

I’m encouraging this dabbling since it will lead to visits to the plumbing shop and have a bit of a penchant for the plumbing shop. I especially like having chats to one older man behind the counter. The younger plumbing types are monosyllabic and do not get excited about my greenhouse experiment.

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October 8, 2010

I tell ya Betty, I am on yer trail.

A good green cardigan after a fine pink hat.

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October 8, 2010

Gloria Greenfield Vancouver Women’s Bookstore

In the course of my research on Betty Lambert’s novel Crossings I learned about Gloria Greenfield, here’s a link to a profile about her work, activism and legacy.

Gloria Greenfield arrived in Vancouver, British Columbia, in 1972, near the beginning of the second wave of feminism. She shared little of her past with anyone, but threw herself into the present. One of Gloria’s first activities was to found, with actor Nora D. Randall, the Vancouver Women’s Bookstore, only the second or third one in all of North America. Many people doubted that the bookstore could survive: the view at the time was that men wrote all the good books and women had little of value to say anyway. But survive it did, often with Gloria running it alone, believing that the store could make it, never taking any pay

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October 8, 2010

I can confirm, for anyone with the curtains still closed, that it is raining. Tire (tyre?) raising rain we have.

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October 8, 2010

And look what I just tripped over. The list I was looking for in my previous post. What do you think of these titles?

 

A list of titles currently available in the entire collection may be found at: http://www.canadianelectroniclibrary.ca/collateral/BCBooksOnline.xls

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