Does anyone know where to get small strips of bamboo? I have some, but I’m wondering if I have enough to make a gaggle of lanterns.
I realized the other day just how far away I have become from the person I used to be. The other day, I had a momentary flash – I’m older now, I have now hung up my underwear to dry in the bathroom.
M’love and I went out yesterday. We went to the Flea Market. A red warehouse full of things that weren’t interesting enough to ask after. A sad sorry look at our consumer culture. He walked away with music, Lina Lovitch, and a Gowan, as self amusement. I staggered away with a gothic monstrosity. Pedestal, painted silver, with three gargoyles. Speak Evil, Hear Evil, See Evil. 50c = 3 pounds worth of clay and silver paint.
This week I houseclean. It’s difficult with no hot water, and things tend to pile up. Still, there are things to hang up, and things to be put on shelves, and things to be organized to leave the house. Sold, bartered, tossed. Whichever seems best. Already there is a box in the livingroom fll of barbie dolls and toys. Fantasy books that were left on my doorstep and comicbooks dirt cheap.
Unexpected people are planning on appearing at the party this weekend. Drifting into people on Commercial Drive. My ghodmum, and her boy.
Unusual gifts, these people.
“I’m not a fig plucker, but a fig pluckers son, and we’ll all plck figs until the fig plucking’s done”.
We also ran into a David Bloom, and an Andrew, of The Hill and Biffy Perdu. I walked away from thier concert last night with a tiny pin, and an e-mail address of someone named Black. I should tend to my collection of people without names. They are fading away from me like dreams into morning.
Last night, someone stared at me from thier car as I stood at the busstop. He sparked conversation between me and my love. “I don’t like being in the company of people who wonder if my lipstick matches thier cock”, then I took satisfaction in naming names.
IT IS TIME TO HAVE A PARTY!
Saturday, the 26th from 2pm onwards @ my place
– e-mail me for my addy & directions if you don’t have them
BYO : bathingsuit, towels, friends, meatthings, (we’ll cook), & booze if you really want any.
Why : We’ve got a 6 ft. Kiddie pool and, (temporarily), a really good BBQ, (it’s Rays), and because it’s summer and we should have at least ONE party dammit!
Disclaimer: I am fully aware that Illuminaries was somewhat pathetic last year. I had, in fact, completely forgotten it’s existance. It took a wonderful poet of a tomato-thief gentleman to remind me of the fun. Silly me. I apparently make more of an impression on people than I am aware of. So!
Illuminaires!! Come one! Come all! See weaving serpents, birds in flight, planets in orbit, schools of fish, and creatures of the imagination, glowing and shimmering with music, fire sculptures, torch choreography and a fireworks finale…
Join us July 26, 2003.
Added bonus – I have all the materials we’ll need to make our own little lanterns
I am fully aware that Illuminaries was somewhat pathetic last year. I had, in fact, completely forgotten it’s existance. It took a wonderful poet of a tomato-thief gentleman to remind me. Silly me. I apparently make more of an impression on people than I am aware of. So!
Illuminaires!! Come one! Come all! See weaving serpents, birds in flight, planets in orbit, schools of fish, and creatures of the imagination, glowing and shimmering with music, fire sculptures, torch choreography and a fireworks finale… Join us July 26, 2003.
We’ll go from the pool party to the park!
Added bonus – I have all the materials we’ll need to make our own little lanterns, (excepting tealights. If anyone knows a good, cheap place to buy a bag of them, either tell me or bring them).
“Back in my day, we had it all set up. You lined up when you died, and you’d answer for your evil deeds and for your good deeds, and if your evil deeds outweighed a feather, we’d feed your soul and your heart to Ammet, the Eater of Souls.”
“He must have eaten a lot of people.”
“Not as many as you’d think. It was a really heavy feather. We had it made special. You had to be pretty damn evil to tip the scales on that baby.”
excerpt from American Gods by Neil Gaimen
When: the weekend of the 25th – either Friday or Saturday. Whichever is better for the most people. So tell me when!
Where: my place – e-mail me for my addy & directions if you don’t have them
Why : We’ve got a 6 ft. Kidde pool and, (temporarily), a really good BBQ, (it’s Rays), and because it’s summer and we should have at least ONE party dammit!
BYO : bathingsuit, friends, meatthings, (we’ll cook), and booze if you really want any.
So remember! Tell me which you’d rather! Friday or Saturday!
I’m tallying the preferences before I send out invites!
M’Love and I finally had some time off to be together. Both shows have gone out the door and farther, to the Winnipeggy Fringe. Thank the ghods they’ve left!
Saturday was declared a no-demands zone. None at all, about anything. Music was made and plans were set in malleable flesh.
Stone was not welcome. It had been rude at the door.
We wended our way to the shops eventually, needing some things not in the house. Dallying became pastime and treasures were found in unlikely places.
We brought home
a found bag of pictureframes, golden and red with silver,
(so many we haven’t the pictures yet to fill them)
a cooking pot, brown glass and welcomed
a box of plastic boxes, spelling doomsandwiches and middle-age,
(next we’ll crave children, to go with the tupperware)
cards with questions, Vancouver related
(“Socrates drank it and died – we named a street after it. Which one?)
another game, this of pool, with cues the size to eat rice with
(the balls are tiny and surprisingly dense)
a costume, of red shimmer – full skirted and beautiful – for love lingering
The sari I am thinking to wear till it falls, dead, in shreds at my feet, like skin, discarded.
My friends are releasing thier new mockumentary “The Sasquatch Hunter” Tuesday evening at Pacific Cinematheque. Thats July 15th. Doors open at 7:00 PM and the screening starts at 7:30. The screening is private, but please bring as many guests as you would like. There will be a charge of $4 at the door, and there will be a reception with a bar (cheap $) before and after the show.
There have also been arrangements made to continue festivities at Panama Jack’s across the street.
Please wear a costume or come full-on formal—we’re playing up the “Premiere” thing.
Sasquatch sighting on Howe Street !!!!!
News last month that the inimitable Sasquatch had raised his shaggy head on the Island in Duncan is small potatoes in comparison to his next appearance.
The buzz about Vancouver is that he will actually be IN TOWN for the premiere screening this Tuesday night of the new blockbuster documentary “The Sasquatch Hunter”, starring Tim von Boetticher, Peter Gross, and Elle von Boetticher. Sasquatch played a small, yet integral role in the production, and the producers had to grease a lot of wheels to make his participation possible. But their perseverance paid off in what the insiders are claiming may be this season’s repeat of the Blair Witch phenomenon.
“The Sasquatch Hunter” is a documentary/comedy that details the story of a redneck self-proclaimed Sasquatch expert and his loopy, spaced out wife (June) as they explore the darkest reaches of the Pacific rain forest in search of the elusive Sasquatch or “Big Foot”.
The Sasquatch Hunter, with his wife in tow, finds numerous clues leading him to believe a real Sasquatch is close at hand. Believing he can lure the Sasquatch into a trap by using musical instruments, he prepares a series of encounters only to be foiled each time. However, as the couple descend deeper and deeper into the forest on their quest, June undergoes a psychedelic ‘vision’ that changes their situation and sets the stage for a surprise ending that will have you fit to be tied, provided you are already
loosely tied to begin with.
“The Sasquatch Hunter” is the first production of Bee Movie Productions (www.beemovie.com) and the result of the collective, slightly deranged efforts of film makers Tim and Elle Von Boetticher and Peter Gross. It was filmed entirely on location in the Pacific Northwest rain forest (Lions Bay) and features a series of kooky and unexpected characters such as “The world’s most unsuccessful Bono Impersonator” and the highly eccentric
Elbonian film maker “Jost Von Dyke”. “The Sasquatch Hunter” is a
light-hearted comedy that will leave you wanting more, partly because it’s short.