Category: Photography

Better Days

Definitely feel better this morning. Here’s a pic of James Dean and Eartha Kitt in a bar in NYC.

We’ve started watching Ted Lasso, and we’re enjoying it. I can see that it’s about mental health.

I don’t know why all the people are complaining about this season’s Rick and Morty, it’s better than previously and easily as funny. I guess female characters getting bigger story lines has the poopy pants brigade out in force.

I got curried shrimp from Da Roti Shak yesterday and I feel so much better. It’s definitely comfort food for me.

Pic a nic

The picnic on the lawn of Alexis’s building yesterday WAS FANTASTIC. I got recipes. Keith drove me and Paul, Alex and Katie went in another car. kMike didn’t go, he was bagged.

Made a mushroom omelette this morning; toasted sourdough muffins and put out some veggie platter veggies and we ate on the deck like civilized folks.

She’s not a family member but I sure looked at her picture a lot as a kid. She’s 84 in 2021 and looks fantastic in this roughly ten year old photo.

Sundry

Got to see a momma raccoon and her three babies in a stream at Fraser Foreshore Park!
Also got very close to the two herons.
Ate sushi in the shade outside LA Sushi afterward, and then picked up some milk and halvah as a treat.

This is a Highland calf

This is Granville street in 1959

A handsome family (Barry, Alex, Imp)

It’s nice when the temperature goes back to ‘normal’

Teddy Bear’s picnic gets kinky.

Go for the gusto buddy

takes 15 seconds to log in to this site

It’s really quite irritating.

Anyway, thanks to a strange Forcemeld, Paul was actually HERE yesterday to watch with us when SN10 stuck the landing (and caught fire, but the mission was a complete success). I am not a fan of Elon Musk, but that was nifty.

r/pics - Keanu Reeves wearing a skirt in the 80s.

Is there anything Keanu Reeves can’t/couldn’t do.

Best Roommate in the World is now 24K words, I’ve been sending updates to mOm every day.

Possibly the best science of the day. When that link is gone, check here. When I’m talking to my pOp I always assume that he wants to get off the phone way, way way way earlier than me. When I’m talking to my mOm we generally talk until one of us needs the bathroom. what a life…

 

I’m just going to come right out and say

I think this is my favourite picture of myself currently. You can actually tell my eyes are green. Why would it be one in which I’m wearing a false moustache? I don’t think I’m trans.  I have actually thought about it, have thought about my relationship to my own body, my own gender, my own self-conception as a woman. I am very interested in trans issues, and have been for decades, but I’ve always felt quite comfy in this body, so no dysphoria, and no soul deep awareness of there being something misaligned between the  frame and the spirit. I am repelled by the requirement for female bodies to wear certain kinds of clothes and makeup (for the convenience of men, and policed by other women BLEAUGH)  and to be accoutred in very specific and specifically socially harmful, dangerous and infantilizing ways, so I’m a gender non-conformist. I might have thought I was non-binary at some point but not enough to have public opinions about it, or any ability to hold that idea in my mind as possibly true for longer than it took to acknowledge that as a cis white gal I really do have to question all this stuff since I may believe a bunch of colonial bullshit that just is not true. And no matter how hard I pull at the big ol rubber band known as reality I’m still a mostly straight cis white woman, coasting on my privileges to a strange old age.

I just backspaced over the next two sentences, and the world is a safer place. I have started taking a lot of hair off my face and I’m quite liking the results. I’m rounding out my hairline and keeping my eyebrows quite policed. Both men and women mess with their facial hair. Is it a gendered thing? oh yes.

Paul took me for a walk today and I got letters to Mary and Barry into the post, finally. Pork chomp and coleslaw and broccolini for dinner.

I am not Wilford Brimley

I AM SO WILFORD BRIMLY

Allegra wisdom for the day “Peace of mind is harder to find than the outhouse on Gilligan’s Island.”

No Alex

Jeff and Allegra circa 1963

Not so much as a peep out of Planet Bachelor. This paragraph deleted, and there was much rejoicing. I’ve written him a letter, now I have to figure out what I did with the last stamps. Can you believe it? I bought 48 stamps a month ago and they are all gone.

I practiced for an hour this morning, including working up a mandolin accompaniment for “I Guess I Never Felt This Way,” which the kids helped me write while we were living in Montreal. Jesus, such a long time ago now. I wouldn’t trade my troubles then for now, that’s for damned sure.

Visibility outside has crashed from 3 k to less than 200 metres. A FOGGY MORN IN BURNABY.

Time to figure out what the MIT is for today… the Most Important Thing. I’m thinking letters… I have so MANY to ANSWER. Yup.

I’m not happy with my major project for next year, but honestly, if I just record one tiny little thing per day, that will still technically work, and it’s not supposed to be fun, it’s assembling my entire life’s work in one year, so yeah, it’s work. Not everyone gets the chance to do something like that, and most women throughout history couldn’t even read.

The other daily post, that is really really going to be a grind, but 2021 is going to be the year of ‘real content or die tryin’. I’ve posted all the Throwback Thursday pictures for all of November and December 2021 so progress, yay.

Just as an aside, a suicide bomber blew up a substantial chunk of Nashville on Christmas day, but the fucking media is spavining itself coming up with ANY CONSTRUCTION BUT ‘ SUICIDE BOMBER ‘ because that’s reserved for BROWN PEOPLE.

The racism of this society is heinous bullshit.