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November 6th, 2009


06:29 pm
Do you have my bright yellowy-orangish kitchen scale? How 'bout my Wusthof paring knife? A small, square, red, coil-bound notebook with a ladybug on the front and handwritten recipes on the inside? A massive, blue and cream, hardcovered cookbook called Vegetarian Cooking For Everyone, by Deborah Madison? Most of these things have been missing since mid-late spring. This makes me very sad. The weird part is that they were lost just after our move and definitely not during. I travel with many of those things when I intend to cook in someone else's kitchen, so it's conceivable that they are all in a bag together somewhere. This house eats knives. I had a box of ten or so dollar store knives, two bread knives, a fancy tomato knife, a mediocre steak knife, a decent cheap backup paring knife, and my much-beloved Wusthof santoku and paring knife. I am down to the santoku and one bread knife. The santoku may be a master of many tasks, but coring apples isn't one of them. I miss my knives. I am too stubborn/poor to replace them. The wusthof paring knife is the only one I can imagine ever having toted around with me outside of the house, and they disappeared one at a time aside from the dollar store ones which were all in a box together. It is perplexing. Perhaps we have some very odd theives?

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November 4th, 2009


10:36 pm
An article about Kayti's exhibit:
Bipolar NSCAD artist sees beauty in breakdowns

(They got the name wrong; should be "Beauty In the Breakdown")

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November 1st, 2009


11:29 pm
For anyone who's going to be downtown with some free time within the next week: you should go check out my sister's show. It's her first solo installation, titled "Beauty In the Breakdown: a Textile Exploration of Bipolar Disorder". I just spent ten hours staring at the pieces while helping her set up, and I still like looking at them. The show runs Monday-Sunday, but if you come tomorrow night after 5:30, you get to be there for the opening and also get some free food. She's in Gallery Two of the Anna Leonowens at NSCAD, where my brother also had his graduation showing. Info is in this week's Coast. There are two other artists opening in sections of the Anna tomorrow as well. One is a visiting professor whose exhibit is all intricate metal fantasy weaponry and gadgets.

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October 28th, 2009


04:30 am
Ah, 2009: it was the best of times; it was the worst of times. All I know is there had better be one hell of a party at the end of it. I don't know where or how or with who, and I don't really feel like trying to sort that out.

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October 5th, 2009


10:20 am
Happy Birthday, Heather!

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September 8th, 2009


01:01 am
Apparently I only feel the need to write here when life sucks. Kinda makes it hard to use having a written record as a way of getting any kind of perspective. Also makes me sound like a pretty miserable person to know. So, for the record, my life is really pretty great right now. There are tonnes of things that need work, that I`m still very much in the process of learning, but, in the meantime, feeling happy is starting to feel normal. I like this.

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August 26th, 2009


12:22 am
I highly recommend paying a visit to youtube and searching for Storm Large if you haven't heard of her.

Here are two to get you started. First is NSFW.




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August 15th, 2009


04:44 am
Writing is hard.
Is anyone going to Clam Harbour this year?

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July 17th, 2009


12:10 pm
I have a job.

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July 7th, 2009


11:00 pm
If I could substitute sticking needles in my eyes in place of writing cover letters, I would seriously consider it. And I'm not even joking.

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