but no suitcase.
31.12.09
27.12.09
evidence
december 27th, 2009: 12:47am
victoria is colder than montreal.
(computer is on montreal time)
victoria is colder than montreal.
(computer is on montreal time)
21.12.09
sookephile:
a person who has lived in sooke for an extended period of time, such that they have become a sooke-ite or extreme representation of the town we all pretend not to reside in.
people are weird here.
..like the man we met on the galloping goose trail who told us a story about how he threw a rock out to sea in the middle of winter and his dog went to fetch it. the rock caught on a floating crab trap (or sunk nearby), his dog grabbed the styrofoam marker on the trap in his mouth and started toward shore. unfortunately the styrofoam became lodged in the dog's mouth and the dog began to sink along with the trap. the man watched his dog as it disappeared from view amidst the encroaching waves, then tore off his clothes and dove into the cold sea...
..or the man who shared a story with my mother in a coffee shop that ended with:
santa went to make himself a rum and coke, but someone had finished the rum. suddenly, there was a knock at the door--santa was in a terrible mood--it was an angel. the angel said, "hello santa, i thought you would like this tree for christmas" and santa said, "i'll tell you where you can shove that," and that's how the angel ended up on top of the christmas tree...
...gala and i phoned stephen harper from her cell phone last night while walking along the inner harbour. we asked him to stop logging vancouver island's old growth forests for lumber and stick to second and third growth forests. seemed reasonable.
we also asked him to consider us as he makes decisions that will impact our future. to not forget that it is us and our children, not him, who have to live with the consequences of his rash, momentarily profitable choices in ruling our country. we asked him to call us back when he had a minute. it seemed like a good idea at the time.*
..finally, the first night i arrived back in sooke coincided with the annual fire department's *treat*. every year they decorate the fire engine with christmas lights and drive down the roads in sooke accompanied by santa clause and handing out candy canes. this year, they had an escort truck. it arrived before hand with what looked like santa clause in a body bag stuck to the roof. dad and i were initially disappointed until the rest of the brigade showed up. mum made this video:
*later, he prorogued parliament so i guess we got to him. coward.
people are weird here.
..like the man we met on the galloping goose trail who told us a story about how he threw a rock out to sea in the middle of winter and his dog went to fetch it. the rock caught on a floating crab trap (or sunk nearby), his dog grabbed the styrofoam marker on the trap in his mouth and started toward shore. unfortunately the styrofoam became lodged in the dog's mouth and the dog began to sink along with the trap. the man watched his dog as it disappeared from view amidst the encroaching waves, then tore off his clothes and dove into the cold sea...
..or the man who shared a story with my mother in a coffee shop that ended with:
santa went to make himself a rum and coke, but someone had finished the rum. suddenly, there was a knock at the door--santa was in a terrible mood--it was an angel. the angel said, "hello santa, i thought you would like this tree for christmas" and santa said, "i'll tell you where you can shove that," and that's how the angel ended up on top of the christmas tree...
...gala and i phoned stephen harper from her cell phone last night while walking along the inner harbour. we asked him to stop logging vancouver island's old growth forests for lumber and stick to second and third growth forests. seemed reasonable.
we also asked him to consider us as he makes decisions that will impact our future. to not forget that it is us and our children, not him, who have to live with the consequences of his rash, momentarily profitable choices in ruling our country. we asked him to call us back when he had a minute. it seemed like a good idea at the time.*
..finally, the first night i arrived back in sooke coincided with the annual fire department's *treat*. every year they decorate the fire engine with christmas lights and drive down the roads in sooke accompanied by santa clause and handing out candy canes. this year, they had an escort truck. it arrived before hand with what looked like santa clause in a body bag stuck to the roof. dad and i were initially disappointed until the rest of the brigade showed up. mum made this video:
*later, he prorogued parliament so i guess we got to him. coward.
3.12.09
rfb
rain falls around your shape, cutting patterns in the darkness to keep you dry.
the stars stare as you walk beneath them--
the path you wander, even they can't make light of...
and daisies paint your picture when they dance in the wind,
amid grass tendrils that reach over our heads.
we are the best, at our worst--
making collages from nothing but skin,
and even that we shed, eventually.
xo
the stars stare as you walk beneath them--
the path you wander, even they can't make light of...
and daisies paint your picture when they dance in the wind,
amid grass tendrils that reach over our heads.
we are the best, at our worst--
making collages from nothing but skin,
and even that we shed, eventually.
xo
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