Some things are better than others

Things that cheer me up… on-line.

To be continued, I’m sure.

We would sooner be kicked than go unnoticed

Just when I think the internet is getting stale…something like this is brought to my attention…

Totally awesome. Thanks Hey Buddy.

Title credit: Glenn Gould, The Idea of North (think I used this already, but don’t care, don’t care, don’t care…)

How do you think he does it?

Back from the west. By far the highlight of the trip was this place:

Note Dr. Dude in the bottom left corner. I logged a lot of time on one of these bad boys, at the Greyhound station in Ottawa, ON. I lived down the street, had roommates who didn’t understand ’shut-up!, i have an essay due in the morning’, so I would have marathon homework sessions at the Greyhound station (open til 4am, then closed for an hour, then open again). Along with Dr. Dude pinball, my favourite Greyhound station boasted a coffee shop, subway, and real (black & white) photo booth, not one of those lame digi-versions.

Enough about my home & native land. This was supposed to be about the geniusness that is Tim Arnold’s Pinball Hall of Fame.

On second thought, I’ll save it for another post. I’m too exhausted to go into the details of just how awesome this place was, in any length, so I will let you wonder.

Teaser: they had a Ted Nugent pinball machine.

I was up all night again, boning up and reading the American dictionary

So, last night, around 4am, I decided to nix my house book and start something new. Stupid stupid stupid.

The house book requires an able ankle and better weather, so I’ll save it til spring.

New book is… loose ends right now. Using some graphic elemants rather then photographs (a first for this one). Trying to find text on the wide web, and probably shouldn’t be doing this. Too much crap out there to weed through.

After talking with my youngest sister last night about the science (Science!) of love/lust/attraction/whatever, I started thinking I wanted to make something about long lost grade school crushes. I file these things in the same neo-romantic category I file mix tapes and the like. But… it’s a problematic area. I’m already trying to avoid cheesiness, but this seems absolutely unavoidable.

We’ll see. Could be crap. I started circling the notion with the hopes that I could plow through it in a few days and have something simple that I like, but I can’t seem to make those simple oneliner books. I guess past crushes are a lot like those catchy oneliner lyrics  that you can’t get outta your head, no matter how simple and resolved they seem.

Think I may just take a toothbrush & pillow into school tonight when I go to print. Probably the only way I’ll make it on time, with my nighthawk status getting more and more ridiculous. Sleep is for suckers. At least thats what I’m telling myself.

Title Credit: The National, Brainy

Just tell ‘em you’re trying to cure a seven-year ache

(see what else your old heart can take.)

Freakin out a little. Just noticed that the thing I’ve been trying to hide is plainly visible to the naked eye*. No more avoidance or self-destructive behaviour. No one has ever gotten ahead with self-destructive behaviour.  I’m not quite ready to give up all vices, just the most terrible ones.
*Literally, and probably metaphorically, but I won’t think about that too much.

Title credit: Seven Year Ache, Wilco covering a Rosanne Cash  song

Give us those nice bright colours. Give us the greens of summers.

(#26. lugubrious)

Title Credit: Kodachrome, Paul Simon

I write down good reasons to freeze to death, in my spiral ring notebook.

Made it over the border, relatively unscathed.

As we sat in the border crossing office, with 100 other sad, tired looking people yesterday, I had to weigh my reasons for living in a country where I am alien.

I missed the hell out of my family and I’m very happy to be home.

I have so so so many photos I want to take, it’s kind of overwhelming. I think I will start with the 24 Things list, to get me on the road, and then go from there.

Bah. I don’t feel like dealin’ with real life stuff just yet.

Better get to sleep so i can get up before noon.

Title credit: Broom People – The Mountain Goats

If not for our first hello we’de never have to say good-bye (C. Gaines)

( Just kidding, it was actually  P. Stanley) And he does sound like he’s channelling Roddie May in the original.  That said, I’m a sucker for the   G. Brooks version.

My book is effin done. My video is as effin done as it is gonna get, and it is still as shitty as i remember, when i exported it at 7am yesterday, from my laptop perch in the seminar room. Ah well,  You can’t be good at everything, and  I am A1 with a hula hoop.

My photos are… up in the lounge. I know I could make better stuff,heck, I know I *have* better stuff just waiting to be printed, but the lack of inspiration from our fearless leader hasn’t made me want to skip another night of sleep. That said, I did pull all nighters for each of my three professors this semester, so I’m not playin favourites. I just don’t feel like printing a lot of expensive wallpaper for the lounge right now.

Only a handful of things left to do. Stuff for the media culture ititiative. Print out some transparencies to put in the ChristmasLightsDad projector. Make some mixes for some of my favourite people. Finish my laundry so I can leave the house in something other than my Team Deb shirt.

Oh, and print up an artist statement for my book/photographs/video.  Here it is:

This work is about making stuff as a distraction from real world issues, both macro and micro. Thank-you for looking.

If only I could get away with that.

Uncle K came up with a rib tickler to add to our Big Tease brainstorm of t-shirt slogans:

(School Acronym on the front)
(on the back)  It’ll do.

What is it about calling someone “Uncle so and so” that insinuates creepiness?  I know it is supposed to be an affectionate nickname, but it has this dark edge to it that I’m not too sure about. Unless Uncle So is actually your uncle. That said, the reverse doesn’t apply to Aunts. Calling someone “Auntie so and so”  doesn’t have any of those creepy undertones.

Ok. I’ve got work to do. If I had the wordpress “space upgrade” I would upload the song that is from. It’s called Kamikiaze Babies by People From Earth and I HIGHly doubt it is anywhere online.

Lucky

Charms & chocolate soy milk for breakfast. At 1:15pm. This has gotten ridiculous. Maybe I should skip the middleman:

Has Lucky gotten creepier over the years, or is it just me?
God, i love the  interweb.

Well, 7 hours have passed since I left school. Hopefully my sinuses won’t punch me in the face for going back so soon.