...even when it's guest week.
Anyone know someone whose nickname applies to this comic?
Makes me feel a bit better about some of my nicknames...like Haenus Janes (spelled incorrectly on purpose).
http://www.qwantz.com/index.pl?comic=663
And (not) speaking about photography, my current photo class is conjuring up a strange mix of utter frusteration, excitement, and humbleness and I'm left wondering why I'm spending so much time and money on this hobby. I spent 5 hours in the darkroom yesterday and 3 hours tonight for (drum roll please) possibly a total of 6 good prints.
sigh.
Wednesday, November 16
Friday, November 11
Half ironman transition
This my sister in the summer transitioning before her 22km run.
I'm so proud of her.
At the moment I'm taking a Black and White Photo course where I'm learning how to make prints. I can't talk enough about how fun it is.
Anyone think this photo is good for printing?
I'm so proud of her.
At the moment I'm taking a Black and White Photo course where I'm learning how to make prints. I can't talk enough about how fun it is.
Anyone think this photo is good for printing?
Wednesday, November 9
Another year older...
Well, my day of birth was great.
I figured I'd have been lost in reflection, feeling old and wondering where my mis-spent youth had gone but when the big day came there was no celebration formally planned but I had a perma-smile on my face from thoughts of all my good fortune in life - good friends, good family, good times, good job, and a sunny day.
(Thanks to all of you who made it special).
Oh yeah and yesterday I photographed Marcus Naslund while he and his family had a beluga encounter. He laughed at my wit. He also asked for my phone number but I told him I was taken. I'm what you call a loyal girlfriend.
It's raining again today.
I figured I'd have been lost in reflection, feeling old and wondering where my mis-spent youth had gone but when the big day came there was no celebration formally planned but I had a perma-smile on my face from thoughts of all my good fortune in life - good friends, good family, good times, good job, and a sunny day.
(Thanks to all of you who made it special).
Oh yeah and yesterday I photographed Marcus Naslund while he and his family had a beluga encounter. He laughed at my wit. He also asked for my phone number but I told him I was taken. I'm what you call a loyal girlfriend.
It's raining again today.
Wednesday, November 2
What is the price of absent-mindedness?
$1
That's the cost of upgrading your expired bus ticket because you didn't pull the cord at the right time and you somehow ended up on the North side of the 2nd Narrows, several km's, many minutes and a bridge away from your home.
That's the cost of upgrading your expired bus ticket because you didn't pull the cord at the right time and you somehow ended up on the North side of the 2nd Narrows, several km's, many minutes and a bridge away from your home.
Monday, October 31
Tales from the Wet Coast
My adventure to Bamfield began with a bang - or should I say a gong(show) - when I awoke to find that I was missing one of my contacts. With no time to return to my home and get a new set before the 8:30am ferry, and no other option to see (I forgot to bring a back-up pair), I borrowed James's glasses. They didn't really fit my head, or my prescription, but beggars can't be choosers, so along they came. It was with these glasses that I noticed, while boarding the ferry, that there seemed to be a lot of people carrying sleeping bags and I was not one of them. Great...
After a long bus ride, courtesy of the slowest bus driver in the world - he came out of retirement just for this trip!! - we arrived at Bamfield and the rain followed shortly afterwards. Friday and Saturday were great days of beach wandering, boat touring, bird watching, plankton catching, Sea Lion viewing, and bunkbed napping and Saturday night was the big night of Bamfield's Halloween party. I had no idea how legendary this party was - it's bigger than Christmas with some people beginning their costume in August and others driving from all over the place just to return for this bash (Kate is now a returning regular)! My costume was the cameraman for the Crocodile Hunter, the Croc and the Croc Hunter's wife.
I began with evening with rye, moved quickly to wine but didn't really feel any effects until I arrived at the party...and then I was pissed. The details of the night are hazy but what I DO remember is amazing costumes (Frankenstein on stilts won the best costume), the many boys eager for some lady attention, dancing (sometimes moshing) the eve away, the slippery floor and my sneaky (read: not so sneaky) refills of red wine into my coffee mug. Apparently I was rowdy and I found a huge bruise on my hip this morning - a good evening all in all. The next day I woke up (still drunk) and begun the day with an oceanography cruise (groan) and then climbed up a 116 foot Red Cedar. Note to the wise: this is not the best hung-over activity. On the top, 4th, very slippery, platform you could feel the huge gusts of wind that were whipping through the canopy and I, scared shitless, I was literally a tree hugger. After these fun morning activities, we rushed around getting ready for the bus that was to meet us there at 1pm. At 1:15 were started to wonder. At 2pm we started to play cards. To make a long story short, the bus company got confused and thought they were picking us on Monday - finally they dispatched a bus to come to our rescue (luckily NOT our first driver) and at 5:20 pm he sped us to the ferries just in time to make the 9pm.
Whew...what a weekend.
After a long bus ride, courtesy of the slowest bus driver in the world - he came out of retirement just for this trip!! - we arrived at Bamfield and the rain followed shortly afterwards. Friday and Saturday were great days of beach wandering, boat touring, bird watching, plankton catching, Sea Lion viewing, and bunkbed napping and Saturday night was the big night of Bamfield's Halloween party. I had no idea how legendary this party was - it's bigger than Christmas with some people beginning their costume in August and others driving from all over the place just to return for this bash (Kate is now a returning regular)! My costume was the cameraman for the Crocodile Hunter, the Croc and the Croc Hunter's wife.
I began with evening with rye, moved quickly to wine but didn't really feel any effects until I arrived at the party...and then I was pissed. The details of the night are hazy but what I DO remember is amazing costumes (Frankenstein on stilts won the best costume), the many boys eager for some lady attention, dancing (sometimes moshing) the eve away, the slippery floor and my sneaky (read: not so sneaky) refills of red wine into my coffee mug. Apparently I was rowdy and I found a huge bruise on my hip this morning - a good evening all in all. The next day I woke up (still drunk) and begun the day with an oceanography cruise (groan) and then climbed up a 116 foot Red Cedar. Note to the wise: this is not the best hung-over activity. On the top, 4th, very slippery, platform you could feel the huge gusts of wind that were whipping through the canopy and I, scared shitless, I was literally a tree hugger. After these fun morning activities, we rushed around getting ready for the bus that was to meet us there at 1pm. At 1:15 were started to wonder. At 2pm we started to play cards. To make a long story short, the bus company got confused and thought they were picking us on Monday - finally they dispatched a bus to come to our rescue (luckily NOT our first driver) and at 5:20 pm he sped us to the ferries just in time to make the 9pm.
Whew...what a weekend.
Thursday, October 20
Dreaming of the midnight sun...
There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see,
Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
When I cremated Sam McGee...
- Robert Service
By the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see,
Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
When I cremated Sam McGee...
- Robert Service
Saturday, October 15
another ordinary posting
It's been a while. And after this much time, the stress of what to write usually overcomes any desire to write. Again, stress of production has strangled creativity. Ugh.
Random updates:
Diving: Love drysuits. Don't know if I'm going to be able to go back to wet suits - I didn't get cold until I got out of the water. How great is that? Saw lots of cool critters at Whitecliff (a pretty cool, very busy local dive site) including thousands of brittle seastars. Overheard an amusing conversation from some male divers as they were floating in the water waiting for their dive buddies:
"...Yah she's nice, but just my luck all her friends are all hot so....She's ok but I'm looking around still for something better....I didn't say i love her so it's ok....".
Sound travels faster across water boys. I already have a tainted view on how guys REALLY feel, there's no need to cement these feeling any more.
Bamfield: Going there in a couple of weekends for the first time. I'm so excited, though I will be missing Mel's first western Halloween Social.
Hair cut: It's short. I like it. Sometimes makes me look like a triangle head. Vanity is weird.
Photo class: Art students can be so snobby. That being said the continuing studies group isn't that bad. Feel less like a photographer than I've ever felt in my life however - having a broken camera doesn't help. Where has my creativity gone...Perhaps it attached itself to my idealism?
Brazillian: Does not exist anymore. However, as promised the hair that has grown back is very soft. mmmm. I guess I'm going to have to bite the bullet and go bald again soon though.
Vacation: Thinking of taking one in January. Any ideas where? Anyone want to come?
ok all for now.
Random updates:
Diving: Love drysuits. Don't know if I'm going to be able to go back to wet suits - I didn't get cold until I got out of the water. How great is that? Saw lots of cool critters at Whitecliff (a pretty cool, very busy local dive site) including thousands of brittle seastars. Overheard an amusing conversation from some male divers as they were floating in the water waiting for their dive buddies:
"...Yah she's nice, but just my luck all her friends are all hot so....She's ok but I'm looking around still for something better....I didn't say i love her so it's ok....".
Sound travels faster across water boys. I already have a tainted view on how guys REALLY feel, there's no need to cement these feeling any more.
Bamfield: Going there in a couple of weekends for the first time. I'm so excited, though I will be missing Mel's first western Halloween Social.
Hair cut: It's short. I like it. Sometimes makes me look like a triangle head. Vanity is weird.
Photo class: Art students can be so snobby. That being said the continuing studies group isn't that bad. Feel less like a photographer than I've ever felt in my life however - having a broken camera doesn't help. Where has my creativity gone...Perhaps it attached itself to my idealism?
Brazillian: Does not exist anymore. However, as promised the hair that has grown back is very soft. mmmm. I guess I'm going to have to bite the bullet and go bald again soon though.
Vacation: Thinking of taking one in January. Any ideas where? Anyone want to come?
ok all for now.
Thursday, September 29
Call me crazy...
I love rain.
Correction: I love rain downpours (none of that woosy spit rain).
Correction: I love getting soaked and then coming in from the rain to a nice, dry home - preferably with a fireplace, hot tea, a good book and a roof that echoes the pounding rain.
This love for rain is likely a consequence of growing up on the wet (west) coast, Port Hardy being a very wet town with an average of up to 5m of rain a year.
Prince Rupert however, a great coastal town that I just recently visited for the first time, takes the cake - Rainiest city - 2468.50 mm in a year!
Its a wonder, with such claims to fame as "Least sunshine year-round", why anyone (other than aquaman) lives there. Apparently I'm not the only one who thinks gumboots are sexy...
http://www.on.ec.gc.ca/weather/winners/winners-e.html
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In other news, I had a great time up at Shuswap Lake with BJ Boone - basking in the SUN, reading, more sunning, photographing...
Highlight of the trip? BJ's gas mileage.
just kidding.
Oh and I'm taking a photo class which is so exciting. Anyone else want to be my model?
Correction: I love rain downpours (none of that woosy spit rain).
Correction: I love getting soaked and then coming in from the rain to a nice, dry home - preferably with a fireplace, hot tea, a good book and a roof that echoes the pounding rain.
This love for rain is likely a consequence of growing up on the wet (west) coast, Port Hardy being a very wet town with an average of up to 5m of rain a year.
Prince Rupert however, a great coastal town that I just recently visited for the first time, takes the cake - Rainiest city - 2468.50 mm in a year!
Its a wonder, with such claims to fame as "Least sunshine year-round", why anyone (other than aquaman) lives there. Apparently I'm not the only one who thinks gumboots are sexy...
http://www.on.ec.gc.ca/weather/winners/winners-e.html
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In other news, I had a great time up at Shuswap Lake with BJ Boone - basking in the SUN, reading, more sunning, photographing...
Highlight of the trip? BJ's gas mileage.
just kidding.
Oh and I'm taking a photo class which is so exciting. Anyone else want to be my model?
Wednesday, September 28
Friday, September 23
is it rude to sit on them?
taken with a Holga toy camera.
Given to me courtesy of my good friend Mel. Thanks also goes to Brad for being a twit so that I could be the second person to recieve this as a gift :)
Given to me courtesy of my good friend Mel. Thanks also goes to Brad for being a twit so that I could be the second person to recieve this as a gift :)
Monday, September 19
Friday, September 16
Heartbreaker
So a couple of days ago I bumped into a guy friend I knew from grade 10 and according to his drunken babble (not to mention the lingering kiss on on my cheek good-bye) I had broken his heart - which he felt the need to tell me over and over again.
I had no idea that I had had such an affect on him.
Then there was the story/gossip, at Andrea's wedding rehearsal dinner, that Cheryl and her husband (the single woman is fast becoming a dying species) had bumped into a guy from Richmond around her sisters age and after he recalled not knowing Andrea, she tried me (Richmond remember is quite populated). Turns out I went on a date with him but he "screwed it up" and it was "probably his fault". Me, I didn't even remember his name for the first few minutes. I felt like such a slut...or maybe a stud?
Then today while dreaming about owning my boat at a dock in Coal Harbour, Apdual (he spelled his name for me) from Africa tried to pick me up.
His line?
A - "What boat would you like, I'll sell it to you"
L - "hmph...I'll pay $20...for the SeaStar"
A - "what?! You would want that boat out of them all? [translation: that boat is crap] I would take the fancy sporty speed boat beside it because it's small and fast and has such flashy colours"
L - "I think that [pastel] green is disgusting"
A - "Really? It's my favourite colour! Hey would you like to go for drinks with me?....."
My ego has been stroked. Purrrrrrr.
I had no idea that I had had such an affect on him.
Then there was the story/gossip, at Andrea's wedding rehearsal dinner, that Cheryl and her husband (the single woman is fast becoming a dying species) had bumped into a guy from Richmond around her sisters age and after he recalled not knowing Andrea, she tried me (Richmond remember is quite populated). Turns out I went on a date with him but he "screwed it up" and it was "probably his fault". Me, I didn't even remember his name for the first few minutes. I felt like such a slut...or maybe a stud?
Then today while dreaming about owning my boat at a dock in Coal Harbour, Apdual (he spelled his name for me) from Africa tried to pick me up.
His line?
A - "What boat would you like, I'll sell it to you"
L - "hmph...I'll pay $20...for the SeaStar"
A - "what?! You would want that boat out of them all? [translation: that boat is crap] I would take the fancy sporty speed boat beside it because it's small and fast and has such flashy colours"
L - "I think that [pastel] green is disgusting"
A - "Really? It's my favourite colour! Hey would you like to go for drinks with me?....."
My ego has been stroked. Purrrrrrr.
Friday, September 9
Thursday, September 1
Monday, August 29
Brazillian part 2
I went for my second wax yesterday.
(I have decided to be loyal to the lady who waxes me. I mean, I don't spread my legs for just anybody - as an aside, what is her offical title? Waxer? Hair Removal Officer?)
It didn't hurt AS much though it seemed rather expensive this time. I wonder if she charged me more because I swiped someone elses appointment right when it was closing time (by accident i swear! nobody bothered to ASK if my name was Flo).
Curious to see if it's this growth or the next one is the one that is supposed to be soft...
(I have decided to be loyal to the lady who waxes me. I mean, I don't spread my legs for just anybody - as an aside, what is her offical title? Waxer? Hair Removal Officer?)
It didn't hurt AS much though it seemed rather expensive this time. I wonder if she charged me more because I swiped someone elses appointment right when it was closing time (by accident i swear! nobody bothered to ASK if my name was Flo).
Curious to see if it's this growth or the next one is the one that is supposed to be soft...
Saturday, August 27
Unanswerable questions?
Why is it that occasionally, especially when James is around, I prove my abesent-mindness and do something dumb.
Or rather don't do something smart. Like get car insurance when it was expired...20 days ago.
Interestingly though, after the cop pulled me over, forced me to pay for a tow back into town and then slapped with me a huge fine (but luckily no jail time - i didn't realize that could be an option!), he discretely advised me to dispute the ticket so as to lower the fine. Not the crime, but the fine amount. What? You bargain your fine?
Why couldn't I dispute it today?
Why do I have to go to court a year and half later to get the ticket fine reduced? The officer told me he wouldn't object today!
Why the drama?
And why is James always there for these moments?....
Or rather don't do something smart. Like get car insurance when it was expired...20 days ago.
Interestingly though, after the cop pulled me over, forced me to pay for a tow back into town and then slapped with me a huge fine (but luckily no jail time - i didn't realize that could be an option!), he discretely advised me to dispute the ticket so as to lower the fine. Not the crime, but the fine amount. What? You bargain your fine?
Why couldn't I dispute it today?
Why do I have to go to court a year and half later to get the ticket fine reduced? The officer told me he wouldn't object today!
Why the drama?
And why is James always there for these moments?....
Monday, August 22
Early morning firedancing memories
It's 8 am. I have already had a shower, washed the dishes, started the laundry, and made a coffee. What made this girl so productive so early you ask? Extra energy? (certainly not) Motivation? (come on, for laundry?)
No, in fact it was an early wake-up call from the Phillipino cousins (I refer to them as a large group because I forget everyone's name...hey, there were many here for the wedding). Fortunately this morning it's the women I know and like best but because they were cleaning before the clock had reached 7:11 (my 'favourite' time), I felt compelled to get up and clean last night's small mess, left out because I had passed out on the couch around 9 pm last night.
Why was I so tired? Well, I went to a 'party' as the DD and it surprisingly had me up until 3 am.
'Party' is in quotations because I'm unfamiliar with the approximate number of people required to make a 'party'. At what point does a 'gathering' become a party? I guess the 80's theme get-up was what made it a 'party' and not the number of people.
Anyway, we spotted the 'party' before we spotted the house because of swirling flames that were coming from the rooftop (!).
People. Fire-dancing and alcohol do not mix.
Several hours, and several beers, after we arrived BJ Boone re-lit (pun intended) the fire swirling interest.
First he proved to his spectators that he could move the pole without a flame, then he proceeded to soak (drench) the pole tips in kerosene. After many failed attempts at ignition, and more kerosene soaks ("trust me, it's needs more"), one of the tips finally lit up...big.
So, there he stood freaked out, holding the flaming pole far away out in front of him, and unsure what to do with the oversized flame (no one saw this coming, I'm sure).
"Here let me do it" says guy #1 (where did he come from?) and he grabbed the pole.
Then guy #1 starts swiping the air with said flaming pole forcing BJ to dive across the roof and roll down unto deck 4 - with the rest of us were keeled over in laughter as it quickly became evident that guy #1 had no idea what he was doing. Finally someone decided that maybe it IS best to just let it burn off. Sigh...drama over.
That is until guy #2 (more drunk that #1) grabs the pole and soaks (drenches) the tips up again, managing to light BOTH sides up this time, and proceeds to twirl/knock the chimney.
I, sober, was already on deck 2 as soon as the second flame tip lit up and stood back wondering how this was going to unfold.....20 seconds later I was bolting down the stairs to rescue the flaming pole before the yard lit up.
As I stood there discussing with guy#1 (who had arrived seconds earlier) what to do with the flaming pole, guy#2 grabs the still flaming pole and storms off. I ran after him trying to convince him to put it out and then settled for staying as supervision while he swirled/dropped the flaming pole, but this time in the street.
"I've never done that before" he mumbled as the pole dropped again. "I made this (!) and the material is too heavy."
Ahh... that must have been the only reason for the near fire miss... sure....
No, in fact it was an early wake-up call from the Phillipino cousins (I refer to them as a large group because I forget everyone's name...hey, there were many here for the wedding). Fortunately this morning it's the women I know and like best but because they were cleaning before the clock had reached 7:11 (my 'favourite' time), I felt compelled to get up and clean last night's small mess, left out because I had passed out on the couch around 9 pm last night.
Why was I so tired? Well, I went to a 'party' as the DD and it surprisingly had me up until 3 am.
'Party' is in quotations because I'm unfamiliar with the approximate number of people required to make a 'party'. At what point does a 'gathering' become a party? I guess the 80's theme get-up was what made it a 'party' and not the number of people.
Anyway, we spotted the 'party' before we spotted the house because of swirling flames that were coming from the rooftop (!).
People. Fire-dancing and alcohol do not mix.
Several hours, and several beers, after we arrived BJ Boone re-lit (pun intended) the fire swirling interest.
First he proved to his spectators that he could move the pole without a flame, then he proceeded to soak (drench) the pole tips in kerosene. After many failed attempts at ignition, and more kerosene soaks ("trust me, it's needs more"), one of the tips finally lit up...big.
So, there he stood freaked out, holding the flaming pole far away out in front of him, and unsure what to do with the oversized flame (no one saw this coming, I'm sure).
"Here let me do it" says guy #1 (where did he come from?) and he grabbed the pole.
Then guy #1 starts swiping the air with said flaming pole forcing BJ to dive across the roof and roll down unto deck 4 - with the rest of us were keeled over in laughter as it quickly became evident that guy #1 had no idea what he was doing. Finally someone decided that maybe it IS best to just let it burn off. Sigh...drama over.
That is until guy #2 (more drunk that #1) grabs the pole and soaks (drenches) the tips up again, managing to light BOTH sides up this time, and proceeds to twirl/knock the chimney.
I, sober, was already on deck 2 as soon as the second flame tip lit up and stood back wondering how this was going to unfold.....20 seconds later I was bolting down the stairs to rescue the flaming pole before the yard lit up.
As I stood there discussing with guy#1 (who had arrived seconds earlier) what to do with the flaming pole, guy#2 grabs the still flaming pole and storms off. I ran after him trying to convince him to put it out and then settled for staying as supervision while he swirled/dropped the flaming pole, but this time in the street.
"I've never done that before" he mumbled as the pole dropped again. "I made this (!) and the material is too heavy."
Ahh... that must have been the only reason for the near fire miss... sure....
Thursday, August 18
The Weakerthans
Recently I was lent a Weakerthans CD and now I'm getting a little obsessed.
(I'm a little slow in discovering great bands. I'm too lazy to seek them out- though I'll go see anyone on a recommendation - and rely on my good friends to introduce me to the next great talent.)
This is how I do it though. I listen to one or two CD's loyally for days or weeks, depending on how good the music is. A bit like my men? ha, just kidding.
Last night I had a good time with the old gang and a couple of bottles of wine (even though I was late, I think I got the drunkest). Very fun. It was great to see Svea again. I love that girl and wish she lived closer.
(I'm a little slow in discovering great bands. I'm too lazy to seek them out- though I'll go see anyone on a recommendation - and rely on my good friends to introduce me to the next great talent.)
This is how I do it though. I listen to one or two CD's loyally for days or weeks, depending on how good the music is. A bit like my men? ha, just kidding.
Last night I had a good time with the old gang and a couple of bottles of wine (even though I was late, I think I got the drunkest). Very fun. It was great to see Svea again. I love that girl and wish she lived closer.
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