the night of the bunny...

I just learned from my lovely friend, Paul David Doucette, that an article for THE TEETH BENEATH was in the Chronicle Herald today. Unfortunately I can't find it online...Can someone send me a copy? I guess there is an interview with Jason and Evan?!

The movie features the bunny costume (or an imitation) and is completely AWESOME.

Kate & Kate, did I ever tell you about the bunny monster movie?

William Kentridge

Today Mike introducted me to William Kentridge.
And now I want to introduce you to William Kentridge.


I really want to see some of his animations...

to my girls from d-town (especially the beautiful Krista)

I hate it when I have news and gossip to tell and you are so far away that it is hard to tell you. The phone just doesn't work, or I just don't know how to explain it in a way that makes it sound exactly how it should (and I don't want to write it here because it just makes me feel strange). I am really happy here. I really love this city. But I really miss my Dartmouth girls. I miss dance parties and red wine, and baby frost.

Sarah, I am so excited to see you!

(Andrew, thanks again for the pictures. I hope you don't mind.)

'i want to hear a poem where ideas kiss similes so deeply that metaphors get jealous...'

How can I be so excited for school one day and the next not want to go at all? Yesterday I wrote my fiber art history midterm and actually enjoyed it. I liked writing about how paisley started in Kashmir, and how the Ottoman empire lost the carpet trade to Persia. I liked writing about changes in art to artifact, and art to commodity. I liked it and it made me happy to be a NERD.

But today I don't even want to go to class. Today all I can think about is why am I still in school working towards this? I've idealized it for so long and worked so hard for it. I'm starting to doubt if I will even enjoy it or if I will even be able to get into the program.

I can't decide if it is too flaky or not. I can't decide if it is actually beneficial, or if I just want to study it because it simply includes two areas that I really enjoy and can't decide between.


School is going to take so long...

I'm not going to go to class tonight even if it means getting a lower mark. I just don't really care today. Tomorrow I'll stop skipping class...

Bluenauts, Argocats, & Tigerbombers.

Because I am so fucking proud...

you should go read this, written by Mr. Black.

your smile is a sweetener, it really makes my day.

I went to Ottawa this past weekend to visit my brother on this 31st birthday, and to see my niece Kira!

It was so nice to see how utterly happy Mike and Colleen are, even if they are completely sleep deprived and go to bed at 10 instead of 2 like they used to.



Here are some pictures that I think are funny...

My brother looks so grown up in this picture. Those other two kids aren't his, but their awesome too. Jenna was their flowergirl last summer and liked to mention that she is going to be Cinderella for Halloween a lot.

I was going to make some comment about being able to see her titties...but she's my niece.

This looks really mean but I think it's really funny. I made them promise that they would bring this costume up to Montreal when they visit next weekend.

All she wanted to do on this crazy super fun mat of awesomeness was try to eat her fist which she couldn't really get to her mouth.



In other news...it's sunny today for the first time in 2 weeks.

And I've been really happy lately. Really.

She-Wolf, 500 BCE (twins, 15th c.)

I have a midterm on Thursday. I feel like I'm in first year all over again. Wait. I am. Fuck.

blood from a sugar cube.

I had a dream last night that someone that I don't like very much died. Apparently she was really sick and I was the only one that didn't know. This morning I feel like shit because I actually dreamed about her, which means I must still think about it from time to time, even while I'm miles and miles away. I want to forget about all of it. It was part of the reason why I was so excited to move here.


I also dreamed about trying on leggings. I was really drunk off red wine last night and fell asleep in my leggings.

If I was in d-town with the girls...

This is where I would be going tomorrow (but not because Martha will be there). People hollow out pumpkins and then ride them like canoes!


I miss apple (& pumpkin) picking. And the scarecrow festival in Chester. Have the leaves turned colour yet?



Look! They're dressed up like cats! (Are they cats?)

this is a fess-up. this is a mile-long island of selfless defeat.

I just had such a great weekend. Montreal was filled with Halifax, which at first made me homesick and anxious. By the Norts show it was definitly comforting.

Popopopopmontreal.

Hilarities until 6:30 am. Dancing, harassing, and poutine in the park.
Someone took a crap in the alley. I won't tell you who but maybe he will, if he has time. There is a funny (ok, creepy) picture there even if he doesn't.

It was nice to have a house full of people.



Today Gerry showed me this. You should watch it. It made me pee my pants.