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!
The folks where I interviewed very kindly called back and I have a second chance to demonstrate my willingness to work. I have a stye in my left eye that hopefully won’t look too hideous.
Margot is noisily cleaning herself.
I broke the venetian blinds in my room the other day and have been getting along without window coverings. I am thinking of something steampunk themed for new draperies.
Social media has turned modern friendship into a pixellated bar that serves kittens, soundbites and RPGs. – A Sloman.
Tony Scott, noted director and producer and brother of Ridley, committed suicide by jumping off a bridge. He left a note. He was 68. Depression’s a hell of an illness, and my condolences to his family, friends and associates. …added later – he had inoperalbe brain cancer.
What the hell I don’t even. Binge drinkers are happier. Science sez. I only post this because this was the first weekend I really really really wanted to buy beer, but I managed not to. Most of the time I don’t even think about alcohol but I came piteously close to purchasing same when I came out of the Heather Dale concert, and no jokes about how she drove me to drink.
Should get a call back about work today. Guess I need to run some laundry.
Saw the Helen Mirren version of the Tempest. Loved it.
Margot breathes at 14 -16 breaths per minute, which is apparently low. She’s very noisy right now… I’m assuming she’s asleep. Eddie did a phantom barf yesterday morning. Jeff and I both heard him and we looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. Speaking of Eddie, he’s scratching at the door, so I’ll get up and let him in.
I find this article really disturbing and can’t articulate why.
February 7 2010, what was I doing? Well, apparently, according to my computer I completed the lyrics for and the accompaniment for a song of my composition (circa 2008) called “Mythical”.
I completely lost any recollection of the song until I was reviewing what I had recorded in Garageband many many months later and then I had one of the more classic WTFs of my adult life.
I had NO RECOLLECTION of having recorded it. Just to screw myself twice over I performed the song in a D open tuning and so could not determine what the chords where which accompanied it.
I tuned Smokey into a open D mode and then just spent an agonizing hour trying to recreate the song. If I had just had the brains to write out tabs OR ANYTHING I could have saved myself the irritation.
I have recovered the song and am pleased with how amazing Smokey sounds in that tuning (and he really does too) but appalled that this song and many others could have just vanished because I’m so careless of my prodigal song writing output that it just never occurred to me that what I was doing needed additional notation. However I think I’ve learned my lesson. I’ve written out a cheat cheet.
Yesterday I spent 5 hours at the New West Pride Day celebrations staffing a table for Beacon, and then in the evening I went to the Heather Dale concert. I didn’t want to do any of it but now I’m glad I did.
I have to go down to the church and pick up the banner and literature for New West Pride. It’s going to be so Nixonianly hot today I might as well pre melt myself and pour myself in Margot’s water dish. Then I get to come home, lie down in front of the ac for a couple of hours, and in the evening get up and go (it’s in Burnaby, thankfully) to see Heather Dale and Ben Deschamps. Morosely hoping there’s ac at the concert site.
And I don’t want to do any of it as the heat is making me wretched. I am also suffering the consequences of having worn pantyhose and heels for the first time in three months yesterday. What ties a fool to his body? A promise. And lest anybody be upset, it’s a Dunnett quote. It was CRUSHINGLY hot in here last night and the ac ran all night, which is just ludicrous for this part of the world.
This morning Margot came into my room and jumped on my bed, and at one point even sat on my pillow. She hasn’t done that since she was a kitten. It turns out she was trying to get me to let Eddie in for his breakfast, at which point she joined him. I wish she’d vocalize, it would make it easier.
Which is encouraging.
1st is for a high def surveillance camera company. A hell noes!
2nd is in Richmond. A hell noes squared. Druther die!
Must find other jobs to apply for. Reminded somebody they’d be my reference.
Garageband intermediate lesson a success, thank you Lisa (also her fur babies Luna, Romeo and Chai, two chill dogs and a cat). Drive out to Maple Ridge was HOT. Even with ac.
While there found out that my Garageband IS gibbled, it’s not just my imagination and I should probably reinstall. Also got an appointment for a job interview this afternoon.
Drive back was interesting. Lisa gave me directions for taking the scenic route out of town but I missed a turn (v. typical of me) and got back to Lougheed and Dewdney Trunk Road (driving past Glenn and Maggie’s old place in the process and feeling kinda sadface). After a turned onto Lougheed I saw a woman in a teal top and jeans (the colour drew my eye) HITCHHIKING. I haven’t picked up a hitchhiker in 15 years but it was a fucking hot day and I recently challenged myself not to suppress every kindly instinct. Feeling strongly that some good would come of it, I stopped.
I asked her where she was going, after she said OMG AIR CONDITIONING – she’d been sitting surrounded by concrete in the blazing sun – and she said Coquitlam close by IKEA, and I said, pas de probleme, I’ll drop you there. What are you doing? Picking up my grandson. I have money to get him to his mother’s but not money to get back, so I’m hitching out. Crappy deal sez I. Where are you taking him after you pick him up? uh….. 8 blocks from your house in Burnaby. Yeah. Of all the people in the lower mainland who could have stopped for her, I think I was the correct choice. She’s a cancer survivor undergoing a second round of chemo and radiation. I expressed sympathy and hoped she had sufficient support.
The first place was the incredibly broken down and third world trailer park between Brunette and Lougheed (there are two, this is the one that looks like chickens should be scratching in between the trailers).
There were four feral kittens about 12 weeks old under the next trailer, which had busted windows and appeared to be unoccupied. There were two little boys bouncing unattended on a trampoline. Yes, my classism is showing, but I watched the boys for a while and somebody had obviously trained them to stay well away from the edges as they were playing for fun and not xrays.
As we pulled up I told the woman, It’s gonna take ages to get your grandson out, I had kids myself and I know, don’t worry, I have no place to be so don’t sweat it if it takes a while. I’m looking at the trampoline and going Cazart it’s gonna be 20 minutes at least to pull those kids offa there. It’s a beautiful summer day and the trampoline is in the shade and they are having more fun than a barrel of otters.
Finally we achieved cooperation and got the grandson, a sweet and intelligent little boy of five out of there and I drove them in to Burnaby and dropped them off (after I rolled through a stop sign I didn’t see…. oops. It was a three way stop in a construction zone and the sign was behind a hedge in my defence).
I hope the next time I’m feeling impulsively helpful it works out this well.
One of my filking fen has this to say on facebutt this morning:
Insurance lawyers were put on earth so that we would learn to love the honesty and ethics of Plaintiffs’ lawyers.
Made Peach and blueberry glop for pamcakes. Which reminds me I should make them.
Happy sigh. Katie over yesterday, and as is traditional, broke something, in this case the clothesline – full of laundry – onto freshly cut grass. We will now consider how to restring it. Spoke too soon. Jeff doesn’t have to consider, he’s up there rehanging it. I’ll stay handy in case he comes off the ladder. AND HE SHALL HAVE PAMCAKES FOR BREAKFAST!
I am going out to Maple Ridge to do something musical today – if it is successful I’ll report back. If not I’ll slink home a few dollars poorer but happy to have gone for a ride.
I’m probably going to miss meeting up with Patricia today as she was coming into New West, but o well.
BREAKING BAD OMG it is going to a VERY DARK PLACE. People gwine die.
link about how paleo diet is ccccrrrrrap is broken
2020 says ISN’T IT HILARIOUS that it turned up in a Hannah Gadsby routine
Throw some poly family structure link, now broken about the rise of the three parent family and you’ve got some major cray cray for th’lawyers.
Obama contributes to public drunkenness. a broken link to a now famous picture of him drinking beer
GIT OUT MAH FLOWERBOX MOOSE!
Don Pettit’s long exposure of Earth.
This ad for well behaved animals will soon disappear, but for those of you reading within the next week… FEEL LIKE PUPPY THERAPY?
Leaking brake fluid. I was getting her looked at to ensure that she was fit for a long car trip into the US later this month, and it’s not going to be expensive to fix, so it’s all good.
Today I have a long list of things to do, including mowing the lawn.
two gigs worth of unholy sound challenged codswallop has been removed from the drive and the canonical list is pushing 225.
I have documented what all the songs are (if they don’t have lyrics it can be hard to remember).
Now I’m going through everything I put in Garageband, trying to get that cleaned up. This is so BORING and yet necessary.
That was pleasant. We had PIE.
The concert was wonderful. As opening night for a world tour, one could expect glitches and there were same. Almost all of it was new to me, and it was all really good. I was particularly impressed by the stage lighting, which used some very modern technology (multicoloured LEDs) in a huge collapsible webbing for some very interesting effects.
David Kuckhermann opened – he has THREE hang drums, which is like have three Mona Lisas, the damned things are so rare. It wasn’t even an instrument prior to 2000. I learned of it in 2003 and have wanted one ever since, so I was drooling from a great height…. Hm, he has on line lessons, including for cajon, an instrument that’s already in the house…. nice.
The Orpheum is a lovely venue.
