CLAWED BY THE SEA, N.S. seems a province clutched in its whimsy- soaking humidity, thunder, cold rain, rolls of fog; a sunny day has a touch of grace about it. On their days off, my sister, her school friend J., C. and I piled into a rental, and sped out the city limits through Shubenacadie towards Truro where C. had an errand. But our destination ( Read more... )

My last couple days before my flight was spent not with familiars, but with a fingerfull of new faces- my high school friend A.'s cousin sitting across from me with his crown of red curls at the Dockers Diner on Powell & Victoria which I had wanted to try- Foundation with the girl who took over my shifts at work, and later dancing at Shine. I ( Read more... )

Last.fm profileBecause I should be more trivial, seriously. I do consider music one of my few, true indulgences- lo-fi, freak-folk, noise, albert ayler, japanese garage bands, the masters of the click and static, the inbred Vancouver indie families- they have all have to be taken seriously ( Read more... )

IT IS SNOWING AT UBC and the ground looks like it's covered with white mold. I'm in my work clothes, which make me look like a drone. You know, the ubiquitous uniform of the urban soldier. The high school girl in the plaid skirt at the bus stop was doing leg stretches, to rid herself of the invisible handles only she could see, or the last of her ( Read more... )

I never knew that Murakami is a jazz fan. Of course, I don't know for sure, but I suspect it. In the background of his characters' actions, there's always some Albert Ayler or Bill Evans tune playing. No one listens to Albert Ayler unless they've been introduced. The introduction may be proper or improper. Anyway, all the constant jazz references ( Read more... )

How brave Spinoza was! He turned from his Hebrew teachers, bringing upon himself threats of violence from the community he left, to explore the Biblical texts in a novel way. I've been incredibly thrilled by his writings ( Read more... )

The double birthdays of my parents'- yesterday my dad, tomorrow my mother's. We're going next door to Coast for dinner; we hope they won't make too much fuss over us. This morning I bought a torte from the fantastic Fratelli's on the Drive. I want to try out every cafe there. I wonder continually at having grocery co-ops, bookstores with politics ( Read more... )

Despite the absence of phone and internet, paradoxically I feel more connected than usual. End of Aug. migrations took the rest of my small, close flock of girlfriends from my program at university away, and my friendslist reflects the relocation of many permanant and temporary Vancouver inhabitants. On this site, in this season, I feel like the ( Read more... )

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the livejournal site is improving itself out of my range of technological capture. My browser is not displaying the page to individual entries, so I can't post comments. please don't think me surly or unsocial. (can posting and commenting on blogs even be considered 'social' activities ( Read more... )