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Monday, June 30, 2003

Another test, I am "kinda evil." Plus I am black-hearted. Woo hoo! Take the test here.



Monday, June 30, 2003

Last night the owner of the cafe gave both Shirley and I a bag of tomatoes. Then an invitation from strangers to a barbecue!



Monday, June 30, 2003

Car problems! Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse they did. The car began vomiting green-brown ooze. The mechanic still hasn't called me back.



Sunday, June 29, 2003

The little girl was back in class today! Last time she demonstrated how flexible children are. She crawled into a cupboard with only her head sticking out.

Today she grabbed my arm and kissed it.

Hamid used me to demonstrate some very painful self defense techniques. Am nursing my wounds now. Probably some sort of revenge for being so late with my phonecall.



Sunday, June 29, 2003

Took Laura Lee's Value Village advice. Just take everything off the racks that seems remotely nice and try it on before turning it down. I came back with eight tops and a micro-mini...not sure where I will wear some of those things but maybe there is a fantasy alternate universe office party that will accept me dressed like that.

I also took Laura Lee's mall purse shopping advice. You can find cool purses at the mall, she said. Five minutes before the mall closed there it was, a Mondrian-type! The mall lady says she sold four of them in the last fifteen minutes.



Saturday, June 28, 2003

Just talked to Beth! She thinks it's Ron too. I still think Dumbledore. He's a central character and his loss would be a great blow to Harry. Beth says Hermione is too important. I never thought she would disappear either.



Saturday, June 28, 2003

There is also a Can You Think Like a Cat? quiz, but it turned out to be a pet owner thing. I was hoping it would be "You are a fierce tabby" or "You are a Garfield."

Oh, wait, there is something like that. What Kind of Cat Would You Be? That didn't take long and now I am a Persian. I don't like the sounds of that.



Saturday, June 28, 2003

Since I am busy with all these quizzes I also took the Are You a Bombshell? quiz. I always thought I was the anti-bombshell but I am 55% bombshell because of my champagne habit. To get the other 45% I need to be a certified bombshell I need to wear more bedsheets and remove my bathing suit more often.



Saturday, June 28, 2003

Another quiz! Lava beasts accompany me into battle!


The Goddess Chaos: Wild, uncontrolled,
unpredictable, crazed, represented by the color
red and the element fire. Her only constant is
that she's never constant. Prone to losing her
considerable temple, but her attention span is
so short that she rarely actually remembers to
punish anyone. A complete hedonist.


Which Goddess Owns You?
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Saturday, June 28, 2003

Yeah! I am Athena!



Saturday, June 28, 2003

I am tkaing another Which Greek Goddess Are You? quiz, but I am stumped with the question "If you were an animal (or bird) what would you be?" The possible answers are:

Owl or snake.
Anything. I love them all.
Deer or hawk.
Dove or goat.
Peacock or cow.
Calf or phoenix.

I think owls are cool but snakes only slither. I would like to walk and fly. So can't be the Athena type. I think hawks are great but deer, that's a little too victimy. Goat is cool, unless I was an Ethiopian goat. The peacock is a showy bastard, but I can't answer that because I would also give myself up to hamburgerhood. Likewise for calf. Well, snakes can be vicious, so I will pick snake/owl after all.



Saturday, June 28, 2003

I did this Which Goddess Are You? quiz twice because it was wrong (I was over 45% Aphrodite, when I thought I should be more Athena). Strangely I answered the same questions the exact same way but now my results are:

33.3% Aphrodite
33.3% Athena
16.7% Artemis
8.3% Hera
8.3% Hestia
0% Persephone
0% Demeter

So I am one third Aphrodite, one third Athena and the last third is a rather domestic mix. Well, at least I am not a wimp like Persephone.

One thing about this site, they've got things like "4 Exercises to Find Your Inner Hera." Now who in their right minds want to be raped by and married to their brother and then turn a blind eye to his philandering in swan, bovine, aqueous and nebulous manifestation?

It's interesting how all these "women's things" have you writing down what you want or how you feel, then advise you to burn your writing. There are some cultures in the world that consider the destruction of paper and the written word as sacrilege and require their priestly class to preside over its dignified destruction.

Heck, I have my own list (top five things I will do when I have money), but a magnet binds it to my fridge. I know what I want and I want to be reminded of what I want every time I eat. Dammit!



Friday, June 27, 2003

I asked Non-Arizona Cheryl the name of the Wildlife Rescue raven. "Mine," she answered.

Non-Arizona Cheryl had her birthday last week. She is on the cusp, she says, and that means she can read the Gemini horoscope and the Cancer horoscope, then choose the better one.



Friday, June 27, 2003

The lawnmower died! I mean the machine, not the man pushing it.



Friday, June 27, 2003



Friday, June 27, 2003

Karen's lovebird Dewey has its own blog.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Karen found out what Hell is: "It's actually cardamom pods, that are used quite often in North African & Indian food especially sweets. Hell is usually spelled hel or hal or hail in its English transliteration and the name comes from Arabic or Farsi."



Friday, June 27, 2003

The lawnmower shaved off the secret wisp of lemon balm! What shall I give Karen now? The lawnmower also overturned my pots - my Corsican mint, my shiso and my tomatillo sprouts are also all gone. Good heavens, my poor plants.

I pruned the lamb's ears. All that remains are two stalks, devoid of all leaves.

Horrid earth-roaches hiding under the pots.

A black-and-white cat watched me while I cleaned. A raccoon managed to open the garbage can (no matter how wily I get in locking the thing!) and scattered the petrified gumdrop cake over the patio. I swept away the crumbs. It was then I saw Cat and Cat meowed at me. I approached but Cat ran under the maple tree. Hidden among the branches it continued watching me. I left a tin of milk among the sage plants. Later I saw Cat lapping the milk. I like this Cat. A thinker. A philosophical cat, I can tell.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Sarah had as difficult a time in Southeast Asian Art as I had in Chinese Art. All those Hindu gods resembled one another as much as those Han mountains did.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Jennifer showed us how to shrink and enlarge the Elf program letters. There was no end to the enlargening!



Friday, June 27, 2003

A cry went up - "Is there someone who has contact lens solution in the house?"

Yes! I waved my arms around. I took the mythical Japanese eye drops from my purse.

The girl returned afterwards to say, "It was like putting mint in your eyes."



Friday, June 27, 2003

This Prince George company Silver & Things changed to Sterling & Things, then went out of business.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Prince George had a Shear Magic Pet Salon.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Jonathan said that he expects a truck full of babies to pull up next to the soother ponytail holder.



Friday, June 27, 2003

The bakers in this office are amazing - this afternoon a forkful of Rollo ice cream cake. The frozen Rollos injured some teeth.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Jennifer noticed the soother ponytail holder. "It's full of nipples!" she said.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Another email from a faceless coworker. This one seems to know my sister.

Last week another mysterious coworker and I became penpals. It all started when he began chirping Japanese at me. He makes tuba avant-rock music and his mind shows a rather philosophical bend: "Do unto others as you would do unto others."



Friday, June 27, 2003

Burnaby had a "Fall Prevention" company.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Maple Ridge has Classic Concrete Solutions Inc...hmm, the Romans did have concrete.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Listening to Kate's Rammstein. It's her lunch break. Jiggle the headphones if the sound disappears, quoth she. Curl the wires around the ears, too.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Though Prince George's North Fork Services probably refer to forklift operations, I would like to imagine that it might refer to dining forks. Is this service for northern miners and loggers confused with the multitude of forks in the posh restaurants they frequent on their return to more civilized parts of the country? Or is it more basic, an organization that assists harried parents in delivering food-bearing utensils into the mouths of babes? Or perhaps their mission is to introduce the fork to rural Philippine diners?



Friday, June 27, 2003

During the night Anisoara piled her pine shavings in the southwest corner of her cage again. Not the southeast corner. What hamster logic made her change her mind about directions? She uses the southeast corner as her latrine, so I reasoned that the stench was overpowering and she covers it up with the shavings. She never pees in the southwest corner.

The shavings overflowed her cage and spilled onto the counter and onto the oven and into the crevice between counter and oven. The pile of pine shavings there is growing and I cannot sweep them out. One day, when Anisoara is no more, I shall move the oven and nostalgically muse over her passing.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Just came across Newborn Home Ltd in Prince George.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Two-year-old Kate became a cat for one month. She only meowed and swiped at food with her misshapen paws. Then suddenly she was human again. Her parents decided she didn't need therapy after all.

Kate shared this memory as a result of reading Carol Lay.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Kate liked the Carol Lay comics I sent her. Good. Another convert. The proselytizing continues.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Recently many letters to the editor complain about unshaven lawns and how they attract West Nile virus mosquitoes. Each angry letter seemed personally directed at me.

But I have an excuse! The big lawnmower is broken and the little lawnmower needs a blade-sharpening!

On Wednesday night I could not see which was my house. I usually navigate by landscape. Where was the jungle?

Fane mowed exactly half of the lawn. The rest is subdivided into half bald and half unruly wisps. I am at least half safe from the West Nile virus.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Sherry, our supervisor, appeared with a tray of pastries left over from a meeting. The poppyseed muffins almost seduced me but their somnific qualities repelled. I fell for the charms of an oozing apple strudel. On July 11 management is treating us out to a pasta lunch.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Two t'shirts destroyed in my washing machine. My yellow Okinawan hot pepper t'shirt and one of the few tanktops that fits me. Two socks disappeared leaving their lonely mates unpaired on top of the dryer. Perhaps the widow socks await the return? My white bathrobe now sports pink stains at the sleeves.



Friday, June 27, 2003

The coffee is gone! And only 40 cents in my wallet...



Friday, June 27, 2003

Another male not-in-service recording! This time the voice was a 1950s fatherly type in Prince George, not like the youngish fellow who did the Fort St John not-in-service recording.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Kate decided to get her Norwegian rune wrist tattoo tonight.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Last night I told Non-Arizona Cheryl about the kimono bag. Perhaps it's as large as a carpet bag, she suggested. When I got home I examined its size. It is not so grand. For some reason I imagined I could carry llamas and anvils in it. It is much smaller actually. Maybe good enough only for a few hedgehogs.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Kate asked me if I ever drink coffee. Yes, and would she lend me a dollar for a cup? Now I owe her a coffee next week. Mmmm, Irish cream and overflowing with milk and sugar.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Kate brought me the German metal CDs. During her break I can borrow her headphones and have a listen. I promised to bring her the Covenant CD on Monday.



Friday, June 27, 2003

Non-Arizona Cheryl knows of Carol and has two of her books!



Friday, June 27, 2003

The Asterix purse is a big hit in the office. Laura Lee wants to make a book bag; Jonathan suggests perhaps a Jack Kerouac if she can ever find a big enough hardcover copy.



Friday, June 20, 2003

Just re-reading my blog, what happened to all the pictures of Kermit and the apostrophes?



Friday, June 20, 2003

Cheryl taught the little killdeer to fly. She chased it around the enclosure with a watergun.



Friday, June 20, 2003

Then in the afternoon again he turned to me,
Saying, I'm going to cut Jim's throat for more blood d'ye see;
Then I begged of him, for God's sake not to cut the throat of poor Jim,
But he cried, Ha! ha! to save my own life I consider it no sin.

From "A Tale of the Sea"
By William McGonagall



Thursday, June 19, 2003

Last night Anisoara lay on her house staring into space. I pet her but she didn't move. I tried to distract her with some celery but still she was deep in thought.

She eventually did get a walkie.



Thursday, June 19, 2003

Villa Diodati on Lake Geneva, where Mary Shelley came up with the idea for Frankenstein, had its resident crow. Today, in 1816, was the stormy night of the ghost stories. (There were also 8 dogs, 3 monkeys, 5 cats, 1 eagle, an unspecified number of horses and 1 falcon.)



Wednesday, June 18, 2003

What colour is my aura?

I like the sounds of this...

We don't need a psychic to tell us that you're giving off a Gold vibe. You couldn't ask for a better color � a glistening gold aura is as good as it gets. A lively blend of yellow and orange, gold people are happy, playful, energetic, sensitive, and generous. Always up for adventure, you'd give a friend in need the shirt off your back. You're spiritual, too � all those halos in old paintings aren't colored gold by coincidence. Almost childlike in the carefree, joyful way you live your life, you're popular and outgoing with your large circle of friends. Chances are you're so full of light and energy that you sometimes find it hard to sit still and chill out. Instead, you're constantly looking for excitement, no matter how risky or impulsive the occasion. Happy-go-lucky and always laughing, you truly are as good as gold.



Wednesday, June 18, 2003

What flavour am I?

Mmm ... mocha! Strong and rich � but not too sweet � you're the flavor of late nights and early mornings. A coffeehouse regular, you've cornered the market on deep thoughts and probably have a little more than your fair share of brains. In fact, those who know you may even consider you an intellectual, a label that suits you just fine. Deep and thoughtful, you love the academic life � or at least the structured pursuit of knowledge. And, since hitting the books often means all-nighters, what better flavor than mocha to keep you company? Chocolaty and intense, you're a truly tasty treat.





Wednesday, June 18, 2003

I was a turtle in a past life.



Wednesday, June 18, 2003

Anisoara escaped Monday night.

I knew I couldn't sleep until I found her. In the dark, I listened for the sound of four tiny feet padding on the linoleum. A little black pellet shuffled in front of me. I flipped on the light switch, sprang forward but dropped the laundry and hamster ball. Anisoara scurried to oblivion.

Darkness again. This time I heard her. Lights on! I dashed into the laundry room - and Anisoara was clambering up a grill.

She didn't get her walkie last night.

Fed her pastrami, celery, mango, and spinach today.



Wednesday, June 18, 2003

Interesting job tidbits:

1. Raven's View Drive is a street in Victoria.
2. The Wilderness Shellfish Co-Operative is out of business.



Wednesday, June 18, 2003

The goat died.



Tuesday, June 17, 2003

From Today in Literature:

"Tales Told of Shem and Shaun," being various fragments from
James Joyce's "Finnegans Wake" (at this point, "Work in
Progress"); this deluxe limited edition was published on this day
in 1929 by Harry and Caresse Crosby's Black Sun Press:

Shem was a sham and a low sham and his lowness creeped out
first via foodstuffs. So low was he that he preferred
Gibsen's teatime salmon tinned, as inexpensive as
pleasing, to the plumpest roeheavy lax or the friskiest
parr or smolt troutlet that ever was gaffed between
Leixlip and Island Bridge and many was the time he
repeated in his botulism that no junglegrown pineapple
ever smacked like the whoppers you shook out of Ananias'
cans, Findlater and Gladstone's, Corner House, Englend....



Thursday, June 12, 2003

Karen writes:

"My two wild Fragaria vesca strawberries from Ontario finally arrived! They were half buried in the soil, poor things, but I took them out and cleaned them. To my delight, one of them already had a few strawberries on it! But they are TINY!!! I quickly transplanted them into a terracotta strawberry pot I got on sale, & now they are perking up. They are soooo small, no wonder they don't sell them in supermarkets! Some black aphids started attacking my other Fragaria vesca, which is a variety called "Yellow Wonder" I got at Canadian Tire. I zapped them with some soap & picked off the rest of the bugs by hand. That plant also has some fruit, but I'm told they will stay a yellow color -- but they're supposed to be tasty.

One disappointment this week, I found out why my tomatillo isn't bearing any fruit. Apparently they are self-sterile, the darned things, which means you need two plants to get any fruit out of them!! I knew I should have grown two. Now I'll have to wait until your Tomatillo grows up, maybe it can rescue mine! I did plant some more seeds, but will have to wait."



Thursday, June 12, 2003

I wrote: "The babies have blue eyes? Is that all crows or just yours?"

The response:

"They all do!", Cheryl sings, waving her arms in the air and
running around joyously at the thought of baby crows...!



Wednesday, June 11, 2003

I told Rebecca about the "All Things Rebecca" nude art show Allison and I visited on Sunday. Rebecca said that when she first entered school in England, on the very first day, the teacher read a story called "Rebecca the Hen." Luckily Rebecca escaped to Canada when she was nine. And even more lucky, said Rebecca, is that she was not Scottish: in Scotland a hen is a woman.



Wednesday, June 11, 2003

In today's Vancouver Sun, the writer remarked that you give flowers or chocolates to a woman, not a goat.



Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Here is a story about the poor prairie dogs blamed for an outbreak of monkeypox.

Near Sakitama Junior High there was a poor prairie dog stuck in a chicken store cage facing the road. I saw it only when I cycled home from work. Usually I would stop and click at it, and it would look up. Living with the chickens was not exciting enough. The cage, as you can imagine, was small. He lived there for the entire two years period I cycled past.



Wednesday, June 11, 2003

The non-Arizona Cheryl writes: "I'm so excited to hear that you are a corvidophile as well! Did you know that baby crows are called "simps"? And that "nanny crows" - siblings from the year prior - help with the current year's babies?"



Wednesday, June 11, 2003


From the Today in Literature mailing list: On this day in 1184 BC, according to calculations made some 900 years later by the North African Greek, Eratosthenes, Troy was sacked and burned. As well, Ben Jonson was born on this day in 1572 and Yasunari Kawabata (Nobel, 1968) was born today in 1899.



Tuesday, June 10, 2003

You'll be jealous when you hear this, just today I received my 2003 Richters Herb Catalogue. With "over 900 herbs," there are so many tempting things in here - I don't know whether I should continue hunting only lemon-scented plants - my favourites so far:

1.Annatto: used by South American Indians to paint their bodies red.
2.Aztec Sweet Herb: Mexican herb used for coughs and colds.
3. Saxifrage Burnet: a tea made from the root and sweetened with honey was recommended for the bubonic plague.
4. Heartseed: decorative heart-shaped seeds used for necklaces in India and Africa.
5. Snake Gourd: an unusual cucumber with long, white speckled fruits that actually resemble snakes, used to treat syphilis.
6. Indian Madder: traditional maroon dye for the robes of Tibetan Buddhist monks, used to stop nosebleeds.
7. Neem: the green twigs of this common Indian tree are used as tooth brushes that release gum-protecting anti-bacterial compounds.
8. Rampion: Rapunzel is German for Rampion, her father was caught stealing the roots from the witch's garden.
9. Seaholly: in the 16th and 17th centuries, the candied roots, called "kissing comforts," were considered aphrodisiac.
10. Squaw Vine: tea used as a wash for sore nipples.
11. Toloache: long history of use as a hallucinogen by the Mexican Indians, the effects of this plant are well described by Castaneda in The Teachings of Don Juan.
12. Sneezewort: according to Gerard, the powder snuffed up the nose was prescribed to "cleanse the head of tough slimy humours." (I am sold on this idea! No more tough slimy humours for me!)

The catalogues has lots of plants for dyeing fabrics, very tempting, lots of Asian and African plants, as well as lots of hallucinogenic plants...no comment. It sure must have been fun to write this catalogue.



Tuesday, June 10, 2003

Here is the lemon-growing site Karen recommended. Notice links to Easy Carnivores and Easy Insects. I don't know how enticing "Monstrously Large Tarantulas" and "Huge Jungle Millipedes" are, but I was thinking of getting some praying mantises from Planet Natural. $9.95 for 3 eggs that would yield from 50 to 200 babies. I also like the sounds of the Minute Pirate Bug, but they might not be as handsome as the mantises. (Just before I left Japan I encountered my first wild praying mantis in the Imai Udon Shop - the little dahling was poised ready to strike at me.)



Tuesday, June 10, 2003

Kate, a coworker, grows jade plants. Cute little things. But inedible.

On the Plants Database (where you can post your own plants' photos, kinda like the proud parents of puppies) someone wrote:

"The plant have a mild toxic substance although in South Africa it is used by the natives as a vermifuge, for epileptic seizures, for cuts and sore, for warts and corns. For cuts and sores the leaves have to be cut in half and put on the sore and put a plaster over it. Redress morning and afternoon. It help for the pain as well. Like a local anaesthetic. Sores heals more rapidly with a leave from the C. ovata."

How dare they? They say that shiso (or, perilla) is poisonous! Is it true? I have been ingesting this stuff like the dickens. Humph! And someone's complaining that they are invasive. I say, let their shiso come to my garden...and try to keep up with my appetite.






Tuesday, June 10, 2003

New travelling dreams (not yet "plans" - i hesitate to use that word while I am still living in poverty):

1. Driving back from Arizona with the eponymous Cheryl via Monument Valley. Expected to happen June 2004.
2. Drive to Inuvik with the Arizona Cheryl and Ellen. Expected to happen in the next ten years.
3. Chicago at Christmas. Expected to happen without a doubt.
4. Visit to Ellen in Nunavut. Expected to happen when air fare drops below $1500.

Oh, joy! I finally met people who want to visit the arctic avec moi!



Tuesday, June 10, 2003

From the Today in Literature mailing list: this day in ... 1928: Maurice Sendak (author of Where the Wild Things Are) was born. Sendak received one letter from an eight-year-old asking, "How much does it cost to get to where the wild things are? If it is not expensive, my sister and I would like to spend the summer there."



Monday, June 09, 2003

The non-Arizona Cheryl also writes: "My landlady plants seeds to see what they become; she planted an avocado one time, and it grew into the most elegant plant I've seen in a long time. Thin stem which burst into such a clear green umbrella of leaves."



Monday, June 09, 2003

The non-Arizona Cheryl writes: "I was doing my volunteer stint at the wildlife rescue this weekend, and was privileged enough to "meet" a baby raven!"

A few years ago I worked at the Port Moody Station Museum (or the PMS Museum). We had three boys coming in to do "volunteer work." They got to use axes to chop wood, very thrilling for 10-year-olds. One of the boys was a of a loner, but he was very cool. We called him the "Tom Sawyer boy." He came to the museum with a crow on his shoulder. He told us that he was playing hide-and-seek in the woods and this baby crow flew around him and ruined the game for him. The crow adopted the boy. Never left his shoulder. Kind of like a parrot on a pirate. (The crow pooped on the boy's back. I remember it was quite noticeable because the kid wore black shirts all the time.)



Monday, June 09, 2003

Just had an order for a Penticton company called Juicy Carrot. It's a health food store.



Monday, June 09, 2003

On this day in 1870 Charles Dickens died at the age of fifty-eight.



Monday, June 09, 2003

Quotation of the Day (from Today in Literature):

"Psychoanalysis makes quite simple people feel they're complex."

playwright S. N. Behrman, born on this day 1893



Sunday, June 08, 2003

The lemon-growing contest has begun! Karen and I both planted our lemon seeds on Friday night. Karen, of course, has soil with the correct pH and she used a nourishing peat base. I will have to pamper my lemon seeds as well.

The Arizona Cheryl writes: �You may be interested in knowing that as far as citrus fruits are concerned, a friend has had success with the grapefruit. She now has two large grapefruit trees in her house, which she planted as seeds as a young girl.�

Margaret is growing a mysterious succulent with foxglove-like heads. Someone told her this particular plant gets ugly. She is growing it out of curiosity now. Margaret also has very little furniture. I admired her minimalist look, but couldn�t help but notice in her short story that she knows furniture very well. �I like furniture,� she said, �I just don�t want to own it.�

Marlene and I gave up, this week, our working hours and explored antique shops and Chinatown shops. Marlene�s great find was a hand painted bamboo scroll of a Chinese ping pong player. In some of the scrolls he looked handsome, in some evil � very bushy eyebrows!



Friday, June 06, 2003

New words:

Parrotlet: a baby parrot (courtesy of Cheryl)
Pandar: panda radar, usage: "Pandas are so elusive, hand me that pandar." (courtesy of Jonathan)
Digness: Very cool. (Courtesy of Laura Lee)
Spudding: pudding made from potatoes, pronounced like flooding. (Courtesy of Jonathan)



Friday, June 06, 2003

Email from Karen: "Well, I think you've got me with the lemon bug...I went and bought five lemons & a lime yesterday. Looking at the Easy Fruit site it was the oranges which are hard to grow, not the lemons, so lemons are quite achievable! How 'bout a lemon growing contest? You let me now when your seeds are in the soil & I'll plant a couple too, just to see what happens. Now I'll have to see if limes are growable, too. Geez, this plant thing is addictive!"



Thursday, June 05, 2003

At work. Came across the Okanagan Kootenay Sterile Insect Release Board.



Tuesday, June 03, 2003

Beth gets my nomination and vote as the world's greatest person. Thank you, once again, for your help at my darkest hour. :) I'm awake now.



Monday, June 02, 2003

Moi. And the cunning Anisoara.



Sunday, June 01, 2003

Karen wrote, of Anisoara, "How cunning, how cute she looks!"

Cunning. That is another word I should use more.



Sunday, June 01, 2003



Sunday, June 01, 2003

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)High

Take the Dante's Inferno Test



Sunday, June 01, 2003

The Romanian child star, Luminita, is now a piano teacher and an office worker. She is from Bucuresti and lived in Canada since 1995. She invited me over for coffee.



Sunday, June 01, 2003

Returned Karen's phonecall. In her hunt for the Romanian strawberry (a relation of fragaria vesca?) she came across the alpine strawberry (or the wood or woodland strawberry). "Unlike their commercial cousins," Karen said, "They only have two chromosomes." She is importing some seeds from Europe.



Sunday, June 01, 2003

After a 2 PM breakfast, Marlene and I ogled comics and then we returned to our coffee shop to draw girls and octopi. The comic gallery was closed again, so we went to Button Button, a contemporary and vintage button shop. Little framed suicide note from a sixteenth century earl, who claimed there were just too many buttons. Plenty of little drawers with surprises.

We then crossed the street and went to Salmagundi West, an antique and curio shop. The fellow at the counter asked me if I was a regular. I said it was my first time in his shop. He said I look familiar. Generica! Jacob, from the writing and illustrating classes, said the same, and he rechristened me Generica. But the antique shop fellow said I also walked in as if I "owned the place." He said the shop was to close in fifteen minutes and hurried me to the basement to look at the curios drawers. Marlene and I spent all that time opening and closing the little drawers in the Chinese apothecary piece. Our favourite item was "Who is your future love?" game, a board covered in a clear plastic with three balls and many little holes in which the balls would fit. Beside each hole was a descriptive blurb. I struggled to get each ball into a hall and my future love will be a wandering idiot savant and an exceptional human being. Marlene was not so happy with her politically correct, wandering clotheshorse, and tried again. I believe she got a variation of politically correct.

Our next shop was RicYuenn's frock shop. (The link didn't work for me, let me know if it works or does not for you.) Ric told us that he added the extra n so no one would mistake him for a green grocer's.

Finally we found the Bfly Atelier open. (Another link that didn't work for me.) A nice, bespectacled girl with a tattoo on her left ear came up to me and asked for a $5 entrance fee. I looked at her askance and she let me off. I did ask her why she didn't put a sign on the door to inform partons that there was an entrance fee. She said it was a good idea and, with painstaking precision, began to write the letters. I left the gallery before she finished the sign.

I arrived too early at Nyala, the Ethiopian restaurant, and sat down to drink a South African beer while I drew the glasses and candle on the table before me. The waiter (and big afro son of the owner) told me that half of the tej would explode and liquor laws made it too difficult to import from the U.S.

Mimi showed an unhealthy attraction to a clothing store ad postcard.



Sunday, June 01, 2003

During breakfast Anisoara awoke and refused to go back to sleep. I fed her a few lumps of cereal which she stuffed into her cheeks. I even let her explore the kitchen table while I ate. But, cheeky little girl, she climbed into my bowl of cereal and, anchoring herself to my spoon, proceeded to snatch cereal from the milk or even morsels from the spoon meant for my mouth! When she finished, she left milky footprints over my newspaper.


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