Author: foxtongue

Last night was a laughing adventure. At eleven o’clock it is decided that we have a quest, and after a quick, futile call to Marc, we set out the door. Man Bites Dog, New Rose Hotel, & Things to do in Denver When You’re Dead.

Eleven sees Gavin and I pouring into Ians car and cutting through downtown to Black Dog. Closed, so onwards to Videomatica in Kits. Closed. Oak and 16, there’s a Blockbusters. They’ve got Things to do in Denver. We run from there to the Rogers, who has nothing, then back to ask if they would call the outlet on Main street. They’ve nothing in, so onwards to 41st and Fraser we go. At this point we’re in a hurry. I just pop out to try the door. Video Outlet is closed. Rogers at 49th & Victoria, however is not. They call the downtown and put a hold on Man Bites Dog for us. The time is now 11:45. We have 15 minutes to get to Davie & Denman from Victoria & 49th.

and we do it.

Laughing.

Ian and Gavin don’t know the city, so I’m in front and giving split second driving directions. We go down Victoria to Kingsway and swing through, just catching the light. We’re boxed in so “damn! Anti-Destination League! Quick – turn right! Here! This is Clark – we’ll hit the viaduct!” I don’t know how many laws we broke, but we passed two cop cars at certainly illegal speeds while running not one, but two red lights. Then we drove through a park.

At Davie it turns out we’re at the wrong one. Luck has it the staff member we talked to was friendly. “No! Don’t waste time! You have seven minutes! It’s a trap! Run!” We make it. Barely. Three people who simply cannot run, full tilt halfway down Davie Street. Five minutes to midnight.

Ian caught people coming out, and so slipped in. Nick of time all around. Then they weren’t going to give it to us because Ian and I didn’t have photo ID to match our accounts. Gavin is more organized than we are though, so all our effort paid off. No New Rose Hotel, but we’re not exactly caring at that point. The fact we weren’t dead and we had two out of three was pretty damned impressive.

I’m too tired now to haul large chunks of wood around and put the screws in. Pity.

You! All who are to be calling me, please do so sometime.

Harry Potter was an actual movie. I was pleasantly impressed. The director was an extremely good call.

I want someone to call me after midnight, say hello and make me smile.

Your face, I can’t remember it properly, and that makes me feel somehow lost. We had years together – where are you?

Tomorrow is a job interview. I have a suspician it’s a formality.

Mishka – come visit. I have a shower big enough for two again. I’ll hum sad little guitar solos for us to soap up to.

I don’t know what I can save you from, but of course I’ll try.

No – still no clue what he’s angry about. You think I’ve asked?  Stop asking me and start asking them.

Anyone know a cheap place to get VCRs? Doesn’t have to be good, just something to watch movies on that won’t eat the tapes.

Joe’s at five =   and Kurt Vonnegut. Almost all the books that Lidd stole when he went to the island with my library.

Coffee & Cigarettes. Please don’t have me throw you over to go with someone else. I think it would be perfect to see it with you. We’re both “seen too many movies” “no such thing as too many”.

Pam last night was interesting. Wierd to see someone again after not. So many scars, deary. You have to quit.

Shane! Toast!

Who the heck labeled the box of my hardcover books, “bathroom stuff”?? *suspects Jeff*

My birthday carrot from Aiden has been found, but it’s been trashed. Looks like it was run over. There’s a cachet in walking into a dry cleaners and asking them to clean my antique velvet carrot, but then again….

The little elephant needs to be painted. Like, yesterday.

Tuesday afternoon and the cable is up and running. I am now connected to my world. It is brilliant sun outside, but it can wait. It’s peeking inside, and that’s good enough while I catch up on everyone. I’m lying clothed in water from the shower that I braved without a shower curtain. I think I did all right, no new lakes, and the sun is all the more sweet for it. I’m tired and drowsy and glad that I’m dripping wet. Ian and I were up until seven. We have pretty much finalized the move from Adrians. Two loads, one of books and fabric and feathers and paintings, the other of computer and my fish. I love that my essentials simply aren’t.  The only thing forgotten are my crows wings, left behind in the freezer. I suppose I’ll pick them up in a few days, when I hit Superstore for my pictographs.

I should get dressed, but it’s too lovely just to lie here typing, scrolling through art. Ray is coming over any minute now. He’s bringing some boxes, surprise mystery boxes. With the superfast packing with everyone helping, we haven’t the slightest clue as to what’s in most of them. When he gets here, we have to jet over to grab Robin, then come back. I need to re-cut Gavins key and meet him here to give it to him. After the boxes are solved, we’re taking Robin to the yearly Harry Potter.  

Ah-ha. Here’s here now. Time to tie on a shirt. Goodbye.

*sighs* Ray hasn’t answered nor returned any calls yet, but that’s alright. I’m getting things together. Tip-toeing around as to not wake Adrian. I feel lucky that I’m even awake. I was up and too awake until crashing finally somewhere just past 7 this morning. Not packing or anything actually constructive, rather I was suddenly in serious conversation with some people back east. Unexpected conversation. Very. It’s hard to talk about certain things over the internet. Body language and nuance just get lost in the letters. Plus, well – certain topics are just going to keep you up at night, no matter how much sleep is needed.

This is how it started

There is an idea slowly germinating. Tendrils of thought are unfolding into a list for a movie night we simply must have. For a welcome to the neighborhood at my place? I haven’t any gear at the moment – television or media player, but this might change during the week.

Mostly childrens moves, but of the sort that you never hear about anymore. Animation only, perhaps. The Point, The Phantom TollBooth, The Last Unicorn. Perhaps even Yellow Submarine.

Any other suggestions?

I’m thinking dark, should-be-nostaligia but aren’t really. Toss in something near the end that doesn’t quite fit, but should, like Delicatessan.

 

 

It’s just the time for it apparently. I’ve been searching for the only hip-hop I’ve ever truly liked and tonight I found it again. The Disposable Heros of HipHoprisy. I remember when it came out, in.. 1990/1? and I recall clearly how utterly utterly I loved it. In retrospect, I must have been a rather odd eight year old. Listening to it now, I like it even more.

I was floored, utterly floored when I found out a SanFran fellow I knew was the bass on the album they did with William S. Burroughs. Keith MacArthur, wherever the heck he is now, then member of the Will Bernard 4-tet. Not that I even know if they’re still around. I think they’ve moved on to become Motherbug. Why didn’t I just let you give me that disc when I was there. Stupid honour. There’s an urge to throw everything off, slough my plans, things and people, and go track them down. Track all of the people involved and throw them into a studio at gunpoint. “You WILL make more!!”

I didn’t realize how much time spent with those fellows really truly meant to me until tonight. Just moments in time, preserved in the amber glow of being happy in a time I never was. How rare and precious. I’m sitting here with the Heros album sitting at remotely queued and not even paying any attention. All my thoughts are on Canada Day from years ago. Chris, then soundman at the Starfish, in his orange jumpsuit and the clothing label fastners through his ears. Keith sitting out back the house with me trying to explain to me I had a style, even if I didn’t see it yet. Micheal laughing because he knew I needed to see Run Lola Run and it hadn’t arrived in Canada yet. It’s funny that I don’t remember Will at all, except as a man in the background, when really he was the glue. 

Anyhoo – the sun has come up, the sky is pearling gray. I should sleep.

quick lyrics sample

It’s 1 in the morning, so what am I doing? Cleaning out my in-box of course! Of Course! Houseclean before the move. Or something. How improper, beginning a sentence with ‘or’. Following it with sentence fragments. How low my english. Anyhoo *tangent tangent*

I came across an excerpt from a letter in the midst of tossing out old poetry. I love my ghodmum.

Grading hell. Grading hell.Grading hell.Grading hell.

I graded 70 exams yesterday. That means I read seventy answers about the postmodern and poststructuralist positions on the possibility of floating signifiers.
Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh..

My family officially rules.

This Disclosure site is both wonderful and somehow sad for me. I keep seeing all these places that made me smile.

Anyone else here win at pool at the Bovine on Queen? Or laughed when first seeing this place?

so many things

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