Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

Follow Friday

Please check out the life and work of @LionessElise on twitter, Elise Matthesen IRL, LionessElise on Etsy, and here’s her Wikipedia article.

I love her jewellery, and gave some to Tammy this past year.

She is a longtime advocate of bisexual rights and she’s supremely witty and humane and competent, like a Dunnett character or somesuch. Just awesome. When I was a budding anarchist in Toronto, Catherine used to recount her exploits and I’d listen with fascinated wonder.

Freedom

this song is 30 years old… the recording as well

This song is about living in Toronto in the 80s.

Call out the word, see what it brings to mind. Some think of butterflies, and others think of guns. I would ask you to think about what freedom means to a child or a robber or an artist or a convent full of nuns. Chorus Freedom, you’re the most expensive thing. Against the weight of you, I must measure everything. Freedom, you’re the most expensive thing. You don’t just put your money down once, you keep on paying. V2 All along a boulevard of facts and fractal dreams, she’s a cynic, and she doesn’t hear the screams. All along a shoreline of corruption and debris, he’s a realist, and he knows what to see. Chorus All the little things that get magnified, pick your side, try to pretend the canyon isn’t really very wide. The poets have their message but it’s all couched in a lie, that we’ll overcome our differences, all we have to do is try. Chorus. My life makes its demands, the kids fall down and cry, friends arrive and food gets cooked and someday I will die. Freedom be my lover like a person not a thought, and anger me, and make me laugh, and make me life with doubt. Chorus.

 

This was one of John’s favourite songs of mine.

sure feels different in 2021

I miss him so bad right now. So bad. Love you man.

 

Fuck the deleted at Royal Columbian Hospital

this is a big jolly fuck you to the health records department at RCH who have now been holding up me getting the final administratium stone in place for treating a lifelong health condition
 
WHY YOU HAVE TO MAKE THIS SO HARD
I call them, I call my Dr.’s office, I call them, I call my Dr.’s office, I call them, I call my Dr.’s office, and fuck them, seriously.
And this is why adults with ADD don’t get diagnosed and treated; you have to be a responsible adult with a support system and funny thing about that.
UPDATE JAN 29TH rrrffrrrrr it was actually the neurologist HASN’T READ IT YET so I now have spoken to everyone involved in this cluster barring the neuro and so it’s all HIS fault.

Song-a-Day Sisyphus

Soundtracky stuff – the actual folk song style has a chorus like this (below) and a BPM of about 80-90, so very very different.

And I know that I can lift it

and I know that I can carry it

and I know that I’m going to push

that boulder up this hill

and I know someone will help me

if I do it with a whole heart

and I do it with a whole heart

and I do it

and I will

 

So I’ve diarized to re-record it if I can’t find the original recording from Toronto and the dawn of time.

Officially a pensioner

As of this month I am collecting a pension. I certainly FEEL old enough to be collecting a pension, and I’m pleased and somewhat proud to have managed to get this old. THANKS FOR THE AWESOME EPIGENETICS FoLKS

Today I have a long, long to do list but I’ll keep it to myself, since I likely won’t get to half of it. Three letters stamped and ready to go, including an extra-long whiny one with bonus ART in it for mOm.

I think today I will be more household chore oriented and a little less on the creative side – wrote four soundtrack chunks yesterday with names like KOI POND IN RAIN, SUSPICIOUS FUNERAL MUSIC, TELECOM #2 and THE REALIZATION. If I can figure out how to record them – Anthony will likely help if I can’t arrange it – they will end up on this site in the fullnews (nice typo!!) of time.

Twitter this morning was so full of white people being assholes that I quit doomscrolling early to come here to complain.

Clem’s Walk

Ah. Clem, an ex of Sandra’s, of many past posts, has a beautiful property close to Barry’s Bay Ontario. Walking around it was one of the most glorious things that ever happened to me. I mean what kind of a crazy ass dude plants 5 acres of milkweed for the butterflies??? Yes. And there were geese, and a lake full of water lilies and loons calling, and gardens, and weathered barns, and weathered local painted advertising signs, and weathered farm equipment lavished round the joint. It was honestly like a tourist trap with a thousand exquisite views for painting and photography, except there were no tourists and it wasn’t a trap.

Although Sandra and I are no longer on speaking terms and likely could not be reconciled (racism and conspiracy theories and me being a stuck up jerk, among other things, divide us) I have a very happy recollection of her just leaving me be and making supper while I composed this in her living room. I have very rarely been as happy with an instrumental composition as I was when I wrote it, and nothing that’s happened since has changed my mind.

Entertainingly I have ANOTHER song with the name Clem in it, but it’s a Buffy filk, and that comes later. Anthony recorded this on the 4th of January inst.

Site’s slow

Not sure why but everything is taking forever to load.

11568 on “Roommate”.

@janecoaston on twitter this morning “If I sigh any harder I will break something” and what a mood that is. Between her comments about college football, her political savvy and her writing ability she is someone whose tweets have been entertaining and informative above and beyond normal tweetage. She’s Black; her restrained and informed opinions about American racism have been my friends as I keep to the path of anti-racism.

Letters to Jan G and Dave D this am, well, if I ever finish his now that the internet’s up after the 4-7 am blackout period. FINITO yes now I have to roll down the hill to the mailbox.

Today: restringing Smokey so it stays in tune on Monday, calling the EEG clinic AGAIN… this time with my care card number, and planning pre-posts for Maudlin Monday, and marking down what songs got posted on what day so I don’t forget or duplicate one. Flower roll dough is in the breadmaker. Borscht from yesterday is marinating in its own excellence in the fridge.

I need my fucking ADD medication to deal with this, but until the EEG is read I can’t make a doctor’s appointment to get them, so that’s disappearing into the fog.

We got vegan breakfast cookies on our minisupplyrun yesterday and now I’m thinking I want to make them, they’re really surprisingly good.

Trained Buster this morning. As always he’s a lot more interested in run

chase

eat

the

treat oh Give me another one! than paw claps, but I got a respectable 6 paw claps out of him this morning.