Sunday, June 28, 2009

"Say fuck you and don't give a shit about what anyone thinks because you're great."

"Say fuck you and don't give a shit about what anyone thinks because you're great."

This is the first thing I have recorded in a very long time. Sloppy. Too much? Not enough? Title based off of a topical conversation with the convenience store clerk, when he raised his eyebrows high in the middle as if with two tiny lengths of fishing wire and asked, "Why, on the TV, does no one cry for Michael Jackson?" His glassy eyes enough told me he'd lost faith in humanity. I responded with "I don't know, I didn't know him." I didn't; what else can I say?

Friday, June 26, 2009

Bear Survey 2009

"One year I had a young female bear and cub go through a fence that was working very well. I killed her she had no weight the poor thing was not getting near enough food."

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

DIY Home Improvement Projects

Bat-proofing:





This method of bat-proofing is so effective that the bat did not escape from the ceiling into my bedroom, but instead into the bedroom I had chosen as a refuge on the main floor (worried that a furry rabid flood of 700 would come spilling from the garbage bags after I heard them scratching up there I thought I might be safer elsewhere). It squirmed and then popped out from under a dresser, and then was swooping around the room while I panicked under my covers. I called for Suzanne who, in a leather jacket and with a broom in hand, saved me from the darn thing.

I am trying to remain calm.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

hiding in the ceiling


If bats were really my spirit animal I think they'd try to stress me out less.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Ongoing project

Strengths:
  • eating pancakes
  • eating (generally)
  • heavy sleeper
  • tall
  • drawing hands
  • freckles
  • drinking beers
Weaknesses:
  • sense of direction
  • tiny head
  • loud sleeper
  • memory
  • mild adult acne
  • monolingual
  • poorly read
Also:
  • the movement of matter and who or what is in me and who maybe has my skin sitting in their alveoli (from Latin alveolus, "little cavity"; the ones that look like microscopic grapes) or does it just pass right on through and out the nostrils again?
  • the woman at the clinic remembered me, the rabies girl. i have less hair now and i had forgotten that already, the 'before'.
  • sometimes my heart gets in such a fit about the impossibility of waking up early (see two previous lists) that i can't fall asleep.
  • hey that's my blood.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

damn americans

A little longing doesn't do very much at all except make yuh heartsick.



Poll question: can we be held accountable for our [in]actions while subconscious?

My coworker's neighbour

I saw the flies with my very own eyes that settled speckled on the lower-left side of the window. Facing their bellies was a man who must have been breaking down for two weeks on, like the car in his backyard except he was likely without the green flames racing up his side.