Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
When I first moved to BC, I thought, hey, wtf? Where’s the bagged milk?? Turns out it doesn’t exist in BC, it’s an eastern Canada thing.
Daughter Katie and I worked on school application stuff for about half an hour last night. The rest of the time we watched Deadwood. Another convert, yeah! Then I booked the Prius to take her home. I hate putting gas in that thing, but someone’s got to do it.
Into each life, a little saturated fat must fall. You have been carefully selected as possibly being the kind of wild and crazy (redacted company name) employee who might want to eat a deep fried Mars bar. Our talented chef Chris has agreed — with some misgivings — to deep fry Mars bars for us, but only if at least ten people sign up. As this is a rare culinary delight, I urge you to vote Yes, Please! Please be advised that they are almost impossible to finish, so consider sharing it with somebody. Please be further advised that in the tradition of Scottish cuisine (almost a contradiction in terms), you order it with a side of fries. Your best bet is to plan on eating nothing else that day, and possibly not for 24 hours on either side. I’m going to draw the line at requesting a doctor’s note, though. Please be further, further advised that costs will be announced when we have enough people signed up. Please be further, further, further advised that my distribution list may have missed people who have been dying (possibly literally) to eat a deep fried Mars bar, and that no ill-will is intended if you were forwarded this by someone other than Allegra.
Scanged from Boingboing, of course. As is the next link to a weewwy cyute gun!
Looks like a pewter tankard banged into gun shape.
This tap water tastes funny. But what’s funnier is it took more than ten years to figure it out.
This is a quilt one of my coworkers, Yvonne, made. All the women in CS got one. I am an extremely sentimental person, in a gruff, cheesy kind of way, and it makes me sniff when I think about how wonderful my coworkers are.
This is a picture of the house where I grew up in Ottawa. There is now a coster blue spruce out front that’s four stories tall…
The moon from the second last time I was at Jericho. I think I posted something similar earlier, but I just love the feel of it. And I wish the city wasn’t always lit with sodium vapour lights….
My desk, with my Jayne hat (wot nautilus3 knitted for me).
I made some. This time I soaked the pearls overnight and it is NOM NOM NOM NOM. (Milk, sugar, tapioca pearls, vanilla, fresh ground cardamom, cinnamon, almond flavouring.) Hm. Maybe some salt?
This time about an inflight engine failure.
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By 6 this morning the snowplows / salt trucks had been by three times in 90 minutes. The University is open (although the Library is closed??). It looks like I’ll be wearing boots today.
Here’s why. This pic captures the dreamy quiet feeling on the campus right now, everybody hunkered down and staying put.
For a cool weather pic, check here.
I love iridescent clouds, and we get them a lot in Vancouver, especially in the colder weather at night. Then they are actually called noctilucent clouds.
Contrails aren’t technically clouds, but jet aircraft interact with the atmosphere in interesting ways.
Yes, I can has invite!!!! I will be going to one of their by invitation only events on Thursday. Strictly for research purposes, of course.
And for those of you who can’t deal with porn, herewith Crying baby and Howling dog.
Baby cries. Dog howls, most affectedly and musically. Baby shuts up to watch the dog. Dog shuts up because baby has stopped crying. Baby starts crying again. Rinse, repeat. A classic demonstration of a feedback loop.
Wet, sloppy, melts-when-it-hits the ground blah snow.
An amazing collection of talented strings and some possibly as talented but not so rehearsed woodwinds, brass, etc., played the Shostakovich Festival Overture, a chunk of Charles Wakefield Cadman’s American Suite, Peter Warlock’s Capriol Suite (the Tordion section had some pizzicato which sounded like a thousand fairies all popping their cheeks simultaneously), Vivaldi’s Concerto for Four Violins and String Orchestra in B Minor, and Georges Enesco’s Rumanian Rhapsody No 2 and No 1. The Vivaldi was played with great feeling. The thing I liked the best about the orchestra is the volume control. They could go from very loud to very soft instantly. Sidney Harth (who looked like he was staggering offstage for oxygen between pieces),conducted, and very well. It was a good concert, but not particularly memorable…. except for the tone of the strings, which was divine, and the fairies popping their cheeks thing. You would hae had tae be there.
Thanks to Katie K for manifesting the tickets.
Or linked to one. I didn’t know there was MORE than one moose song for kids. Frankly I wasn’t heretofore aware of ANY.
Origami Bull Moose.
God awmighty, an entire PAGE of Moose Tchotchkes?
and no, I don’t want anything from that page.
