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Monday, February 9th, 2009
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4:08 pm
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palindrome day; Full Moon + lunar eclipse; saturn-uranus opposition. all of us recovering from intense mercury retrograde - feeling the effects until near the end of this month. aquarian skies. wow.
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| Tuesday, January 20th, 2009
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5:53 pm
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| Monday, January 19th, 2009
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12:20 pm - Dream of Unknown Origin (not really a dream)
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I can see an empty bag of chips stuffed under the shrubbery - a flash of unbelonging soil. This makes me so mad, so mad. I want to scream at the woman feeding ducks nearby "HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN" I want to yell at her because she is there. I also want to bring her attention to the sign posted DIRECTLY BEHIND HER that requests people do not feed ducks on account of it has negative effects on their migratory pattern and also the ecosystem of the park. It is her fault that the world is going to end.
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12:07 pm
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The nurse is telling me not to worry, the procedure is reversible. I do not bother explaining to her that I have made a very final, very permanent decision that makes me very happy, very satisfied. Her name tag tells me that she is called "Cindy", I imagine her last name is Stock. It has to be. Cindy Stock has a yellow smily face sticker on her name tag, and it looks like it has been there for as long as she has been nursing, twenty maybe twenty five years. One side is missing, making the smily face a smiling cylops. Cindy S. is still talking, basically reiterating the same idea in many different, varied ways. Perhaps I should interject, nip it in the bud so to speak, tell her to save those words for someone else, that my very happy decision has been made.
You can tell that Cindy has a special love for euphemisms, and in her line of work, likely has the opportunity to explore this love regularly. She is probably the kind of woman who drinks instant hot chocolate instead of Diet Coke on her break, and never with water, always milk. She believes in cards for every occasion, no matter how insignificant, and not a year has gone by where each of her three adult children hasn't received a card commemorating Easter, Valentines Day, St. Patrick's Day, Halloween and so forth. The cards are never age appropriate; masticated trees in the form of #60 card stock, images of cartoon clowns balancing on giant hearts, inside something like "FUN-LOVING? Sure! WAY COOL? You bet! As SPECIAL and LOVED as you can get! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!" signed Love, Mom.
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| Sunday, January 18th, 2009
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6:35 am - From Georgia Nichols, oct 08
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The celestial events taking place now are amazing. Pluto rules nations, and Capricorn rules governments. The last time Pluto was in Capricorn was from 1763 to 1778. This was the time of the American Revolution which culminated in the signing of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. The next time that Pluto returns to Capricorn is in November 2008.
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| Saturday, December 27th, 2008
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7:26 am
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imaging that cats will be bipedal soon, tiny butlers! thinking about the almighty power of the caul/placenta gotta remember to ask my mom when happened to mine (lasagna?)
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| Monday, November 17th, 2008
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5:52 pm
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1915 children's book
animal hairdos
best apples
cat dreams
crepes
crystallography
facial spasms
free man on the land
how to become king
how to save souls
iceland inn
jive turkey
manuel noriega
phlebotomist
panda cam
sarsaparilla
worst libra love match
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| Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
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10:07 am - ahahaha!
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| Thursday, October 30th, 2008
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9:22 am - took a midnight train going anywhere
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| Saturday, October 25th, 2008
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9:14 pm - Late October
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| Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
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5:13 pm - WTF?!
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| Wednesday, August 13th, 2008
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10:33 am - Enchanting.
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| Thursday, July 17th, 2008
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2:57 pm - OMG! SO CUTE!
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| Thursday, June 26th, 2008
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4:19 pm - Dance Fever
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Dancing mania is the name given to a phenomenon that occurred mainly in mainland Europe from the 14th century through to the 17th century, in which groups of people would dance through the streets of towns or cities, sometimes foaming at the mouth or speaking in tongues, until they collapsed from exhaustion. The first major outbreak of the mania was in Aachen, Germany, in July 1374. The dancers went through the streets screaming of wild visions, and even continued to writhe and twist after they collapsed from exhaustion. The dancing quickly caught on, and spread rapidly throughout France and the Low Countries. The mania reached its peak in 1418 in Strasbourg. At at least one point, so many people had either been afflicted with the dancing mania, or caught up in the dancing, or were trying to give assistance, or simply watching the events unfold, that the town was brought to a complete halt.
Although no real consensus exists as to what caused the mania, some cases, especially the one in Aix-la-Chapelle, may have had an explainable physical cause. The symptoms of the sufferers can be attributed to ergot poisoning, or ergotism, known in the Middle Ages as "St. Anthony's Fire". It is caused by eating rye infected with Claviceps purpurea, a small fungus that contains toxic and psychoactive chemicals (alkaloids), including lysergic acid (used in modern times to synthesize LSD). Symptoms of ergot poisoning include nervous spasms, psychotic delusions, spontaneous abortion, convulsions and gangrene; some dancers claimed to have experienced visions of a religious nature.
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| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008
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5:41 pm - A Perennial Favourite
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| Monday, June 23rd, 2008
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9:46 am
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The room has a stale, dated smell to it. Distant and not overpowering, but lingering enough to make my stomach churn it's contents around a few times. Breakfast in glass-front laundromat washer. The smell is like the house was inhabited by goats, twenty years ago. Smokers smoking cigarettes in a windowless room. Sperm and whiskey sweated through polyester. I suddenly realize two things: One, I am jealous of blondes who are able to dye their hair brown and look effortless as brunettes, but later have the option of becoming blonde again, their birthright. Two, that the smells of whiskey, sperm and cigarettes belong to walls and carpets of this room, but the bouquet of ancient goat entered when I did. I smell like old goat.
It occurs to me after I sprain my ankle for the twentieth or so time in my life, that my feet seem to be life-forms operating independently from the rest of my body. I imagine a tiny brain in each foot, sending neurotransmittors throughout my human hoof, encouraging action contrary to the intentions of the big brain - the man upstairs. Big brain intends something like "foot to next step", while the two tiny brains command: "miss step". Of course the action of taking a step requires the co-operation of many different parts, so many muscles, joints, bones, ligaments, most responding to big brain. But those few rogue bits, tarsals and meta-tarsals answering to tiny brains, are enough to throw the whole thing off. I am down.
Although I have weak ankles and tight tendons, and will never be the jogger I never cared to be, I am grateful it is my feet and not my hands that insist on leading the revolution. I envision my hands as rebels, stealing people's mail and shifting to neutral on the highway.
i have been standing and sanding for almost an hour. these days, my time passes like this these tasks are markers of time not clocks. just how sore my wrist is.
i carried my gull arm on home, my fingers stinking of death and feathers.
i found 3 dead gulls, one fully decomposing, one partially decayed and one beautiful soft and fresh corpse I couldn't bring myself to take.
instead i spread it's wings beautifully and laid it on some log facing a low sun/water.
whose house hosts the most ghosts?
tonight, it was the forests above me, spirits watching as I split the tendon attaching leg to torso with a rock. also, a burial ground of sea urchins. the fortress of bones.
hearing noises like doors closing
happens only at night.
a noise like would she win
the one contest
she did not enter?
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| Sunday, June 8th, 2008
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6:09 pm - I get around.
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1984 - Sofia St, Vancouver
1985 - Pembrooke St, Victoria
1987 - 2628 Fernwood Rd, Victoria
2001 - Blackwood St, Victora
2002 - Rue Old Orchard, Montreal
2002 - 5691 ave du Parc, 3rd Floor, Montreal
2003 - 5691 ave du Parc, 2nd Floor, Montreal
2004 - 1281 Denman St, Victoria
2004 - Bay St, Victoria
2004 - Carey Rd, Victoria
2004 - 941 Verdier, Brentwood Bay
2005 - E. 12th, Vancouver
2005 - 417 E. 17th, Vancouver
2006 - E. 46th, Vancouver
2006 - VAN, Victoria, America, Vancouver
2007 - Fraser St, Vancouver
2007 - Georgia St, Vancouver
2007 - E. 53rd, Vancouver
2007 - E. 1st, Vancouver
2008 - 941 Verdier, Brentwood Bay
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| Saturday, June 7th, 2008
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10:04 pm - Good days, bad days
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| Wednesday, May 28th, 2008
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11:50 am
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| Thursday, May 22nd, 2008
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5:43 pm - Fun Fatcx
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I find myself working for a bunch of Turks, which is great because I get to brush up on my Turkish and learn new stuff. Today's fun word is the turkish word for owl: "bay-koosh" which literally translates to "mister bird".
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