Tuesday, December 20, 2005
So I may end up buying myself one of these in a couple of months..... a 72 Volkswagen fastback. It's my old roomie Travis'es car....or more like, a car he bought 3 years ago that I have been envious of since then. It's been living at Captain frank's house since then. Now travis has his third broken bone and no money. The other day I asked about the car as I saw it lovingly resting between the GMC flatbed pickup and the Judy the sailboat in franks yard, and frank told me I should buy her. I think i'll call her Olga. or Ingrid. or maybe it's a boy, and His name is Holgar. my brother gave her the once over today, and said it was in exellent condition, exept that he wouldn't trust it as far as he could throw it until we can take her for a test drive. I have always a classic car, I can't associate myself wwiht new cars, I don't like em. I mean, SHe's going to be a pain in the butt, but what a sexy pain. oh sexy little classic car, I will be the hippest hipster in hipsterville vancouver with this number. and the hippest hippy with my hippymobile hipping it to hip events in the Downtown east side so skidders can steal my cool VW hubcaps.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
on a lighter note, now that I have pissed away my morning,....while I was pissing it away enjoying my cozy bed, I had this really gothic dream, that my brother Brian had dug out this warren for my guinea pigs in my parents back yard, where they had these dirt tunnels and little caves all in this sandy bank...one of the tunnels came out inside our old playhouse that's full of rats now, (and also the head from the giant rabbit sculpture I made in 3rd year at emily carr). you could open the door on theplay house, and Hedwig and Billy were playing in there. I was worried that the pigs would escape and get lost because there was only about 5 cm of chicken wire as a fence around the warren....then I noticed we had one of those wire fences across the back of the yard, like the fences you would use to keep deer off your property.....but there was a brown hare stuck in the fence! I ran up to the bunny and it was all emaciated and dying, but still alive, and I was so sad, the poor bunny was stuck on the fence with a long wire stuck through his mouth like a fish hook. I tried to pull the bunny away from the fence, but the wires were so tight around his neck that I was worried I would choke it trying to pull it out...I managed to extract this wire that was about 5 inches long from inside it's mouth, and gently pulled the bunny away from the fence. "the bunny I have to take it to the vet!!" I screamed to brian. it was huge and heavy pale brown hare, all grizzled. I had a black and red tool box, so I put the bunny in there to take it to the vet, and I felt the bunny was safe in the box, I was happy because I felt that the bunny could get better just by feeling secure inside the tool box. I woke up before I could go to the vet. I felt so intensly that I needed to take he bunny to the vet that I tried to go back to sleep and take it there....maybe that is why I slept so late.
I got up and petted my guinea pigs. that dream was sad but not as sad as the one where I was choking a white weasle to death in my mom's back yard. I have a lot of traumatic dreams about animals in that yard. what the hell. I wonder what freud would say?
okay now I am going to unplug the internet...I swear. I'm doing it.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
So today I was making one of many cups of tea to fuel my typing binge....and I saw the following little fellow poke his nose out of the element of my stove. little brownie the mousie. right beside me. he came up and snacked on bits of chili stuck to my stove top. I felt like a true graduate student then, with the vermin snacking on my filthy stove top as I lived off nothing but tea and chili. fortunately I had my trusty camera handy and managed to snap this picture of her. if you look carefully into the depths of my stove you can see her little eyes shining out among the charred rigatoni.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
work work work work work
so I have a goal to finish one whole essay tonight so I can start, and complete the other essay ( the not so hard one) tommorow night. they are both due on friday. then I can start to think about the unit plan I also have to do for next week. Im thinking anime....a whole unit based on anime and manga, and I could get colin to come in and teach the kids animation.....we could make zotropes of inuyasha or somthing. my ubc group has often complained that that's all the kids are drawing these days is anime,...even when they're doing something like life drawing. I should tell them stories about back in the day in the 1980s when only total social reject geeks liked anime. I remember when I was between the ages of 8 and 10 my geeky bro and his ubergeek pal watched AKIRA in our livingroom late at night...I watched it with them and it freakin' scared me to death, when tetsuo expaned into that lumpy organ baby thing...*shudder*. they were hip, akira is like, ...the consumate anime. I wish I could show it in the class...to show some quality shit. maybe I could just bring in clippings from my collection of akira books. not the real books...I have 6 and they were 50-80 dollarrs apeice. I iwish I had ten seconds to clean my floors instead of wasting time doing this.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
I haven't actually taught any classes yet, thats next week...there's a lot of beuocracy and a lot of checks and balances, and a whole lot of feeling like evertyone is sttaring you down and analysing your every ttiny gesture. there's no room for personalities there. you have to take your personality and teach it to behave just like you'd teacha a student how to act.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
hedwig and billy are just the cutest little critty crits I did ever did see....even when their rolling in their own urine and such.
Skoogie is fun and my classmates rule. other than that I have no other news whatsoever unless it is school related...although I did go to a fun partayy at the underwear farm. Brad and the lads moved to main and hastings. there were so many needles on the ground that I had to laugh. it was like a hideous cartoon.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
I know the wedding is long gone, I just want to show everyone this picture. It's me riding in the trunk of Leslie's SUV, babysitting her wedding cake, made lovingly by her sister and maid-of-honour. aww...isn't it nice, whith the pink and the hayacinth flowers on top? aww...
this is the image I would get framed if it was my wedding.....or put on my thankyou cards....of wich, for the amount I have already gotten from leslie, for various things, plus invitations for various things, I would assume there is a lot of card-making that needs to be done to be a bride. not that I am goning to be a bride any time soon.
school takes up too much time. In fact, at the orientation, the dean essentially told us not to bother planning any personal events, such as childbirth, he said, "uh, don't get pregnant, whatever you do...if you're already pregnant, well, you should drop out". he said it humerously, but really, he was serious. it's nothing I haven't already experienced, the workload that its....it's a whole lot of reading, but the readings are written in english, not artspeak. for those of you that don't know what artspeak is, it's a pretentious jargon-laden way of writing down vauge, theoretical, ego-stroking notions that you have to read 6 times with a dictionary beside you, before you can move on to the next sentence. you also have to know everything about philosophy and psycology before you go to art school...and history, and feminisim. I aboslutely abhored doing readings in art school....even on subjects that I was interested in, that stupid Clement Greenberg and his repugnant cronies ruined every academic class for me. obviously the art critique scenesters aren't socialists. education and knowledge are not available to the masses. they seem to only want the ultra-elite intellecual snob to read their writing, which one of my teachers admitted was true. I consider myself to be a well read, intelligent person, but it's a blow to your ego when you realise that there's something seriously mediocher about you. ehrn your teacher looks at you like you are Cleatis the Slack-Jawed Yokel. I blame it on my ADD distracting me every ten minutes from a repetive task (like reading something dry). My personal opinion on artspeak is that it was invented by art critics as a way to make modern art sound usefull and elite, to make it a cartesian, cerebral persuit so the po' people would think that is was something special they were giving their tax money to, when art isn't really providing them whith any service exept something for the priviged and educated to talk about. NOW don't get me wrong. I like talking about art or, I wouldn't be here at all. poor people like art too, and the culturally elite, can keep on writing art theory papers, but I don't want to read them, I don't want to have to talk about my psycologically adolecent artwork using art speak. people that like to read the stuff, I have no problem with them either. I'm just ranting. an I think I might be partially socialist. maybe that's what lead me to become a teacher. You know what? all the kids in my group at school, they feel the same way about clement greenberg. think about that. they want to bring art to cleatis.
when I teach high school art, I am going to make sure my students have a basic understanding of art history before they graduate, because I sure didn't. and I won't make them read art theory unless they want to or are interested in going on to art school. I suppose I should touch on philosophy too. you can explain basic theorys about these things to any kid, and they can go through life knowing that freud said such and such and Descart said this other thing, maybe we'll read those Kant for Dummies, A beginners guide to Marx, and not feel like cleatis the slack-jawed yokel. then, if they want to, they can read the real thing. and I'll be proud.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
So today was my first day of UBC faculty of education. First in the morning I felt literally like it was the holocost, troops of bedraggled, terrified looking young kids all walking in straggly lines to cram onto a stinky bus like cattle then file into an institutional building. but all was well in the end and I made my bag lunch two days in a row now
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Another neighbor of mine, blackie the cat from downstairs, came to our door as usual, and out of curiosity, I opened it just far enough so that Rosie/Casey could look at Blackie and exchange plesantries, but Blackie couldn't get it. rosie was all, "hey, man, what's up?" and blackie swiped at her with her paw. She was like, "this is my turf, you little slut!" this is perfectly normal. Colin was making a big deal about blackie pooing on our stairs yesterday, and I said, "come on, it's not like she was deliberatly trying to smote us,,.....oh, wait, she IS trying to do that," but technically I brought it upon us. she has every right to be pissed, and show her displesure in that catty way. with POo.