Good news.

I'm a fan.

2009-10-02T06:10:00.000-07:00

Why in the world would I look for a job in Montreal?

2009-10-02T03:35:00.000-07:00

Oh, time spent alone with a computer with limited internet access.
Turns, unavoidably, to wonderfully penned 'comics' and lurking on craigslist for writing and acting work in Montreal. Then, observing reality I calculate a monthly wage of working as a construction helper and contrast it against the cheapest place I can find... Golly. To be tired at the end of everyday... say hello to a (house) cat either starved for interaction or to a slut drenched in sex rubbing up against my leg. (Still talking about a cat[but you know, whatever])

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"Well, I would update my blog, but my digital camera broke a little while ago. You know no one reads a blog without pictures."

Oh, teezy how right you are. I see a post starting with text and I immediately scroll down with haste to see just how long this hunk is. If it goes on for infinity, then I'm over it before I even begin. I usually read the first lines, something in the middle in a few places then maaaayyybe the end.

Maybe if it's arranged into digestible nugglets...?

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I was lamenting on the topic of my butt a moment ago. (Eggs, chili and cheese all day yesterday) Thinking, 'Oh good golly, someone is an unlucky soul for having had the misfortune of being stuck in this office with me today... I think I may be going on many, mini-walks'

But then she got here. I don't know what scent she's wearing, but it's somewhere between lighter fluid and a field of what the fuck flowers. And it's constant. Like the expansion of the universe. Imagine KISSING someone like that!? Coffee mouth mixed with smelling of a chemical some dick made up in a laboratory... Someone made that! Someone smelled it and said: "You bet. I'll clear it with the board" He took it to someone rich... Or a board of rich people and they in turn said: "You bet. Here's a fuckin' hundred hundreds. Go tell a fuckin' factory to pump this out then sell it to Cynthia.

Stop forcing the snort when you laugh...
(I don't hate her. It's early!)

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DREAMS

I had a wild dream last night about being a father. It was a sex dream... A pretty sweet one too. And towards the end i was all: Oh baby! And she was all: I want to have a baby with you. I had VERY little time to decide. Thanks goodness dreams are dreams.

I woke up and had a think about what I would do. I considered who it was in my dream, the prospect of have a baby, along with the rest of my life with it's mother. I was in to it... But really? or did i just have a sex dream and make a decision in a nearly lucid state? Even now, after 4 hours of being awake and an energy drink under my belt, I think I'd still be interested in hearing arugments.

I wonder what state of mind I would be in if I was ever in that position? My first thought was that I would've been drunk, but you aren't drunk in dreams. Well I'm not drunk in dreams anyway... On one hand making a split decision to father a child, is terribly irresponsible, but I found it incredibly romantic. Yet ultimately shortsighted. But the mood would be decidedly ruined if I chose not to...
You see my dilemma?!!?

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Holy hell. I'm coughing from it. Woof.

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Do hunchbacks still exist?

I juist realized what a silly question that is.

Of course they do. Church bells keep ringing don't they?

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http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=159

Start here and go forth.

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Do you know what you look like?
I typically have an idea, without seeing my reflection. But I see a former self. I never see myself as I am today. could be that I don't spend as much time staring at my mug in the mirror as I used to. (pimples and the developping hair) The only times I give myself a good look is when I'm high and either alone or high enough not to care that I've been in the bathroom for 5 minutes.

Although I do have an image that I draw. Like a sort of mini sefl portrait. it's a fellow with a beard and a big nose with a bit of a messy hair situation. Who would want that fathering a child eh?!

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I saw a fox today on my way to work.
It was by the river, living it up. I would love to have one as a pet. I'm sure it can be done... I should have followed it home and stolen a baby instead of going to work. Hindsight is always 20/20.

Within 25 feet of me.

2009-08-11T09:49:00.000-07:00

Former.

Marky.

"Write a wish and put it in the bottle!"

Destination of bottle.

2 square feet of my life. I inherited it I think.

Monkey see.

Parent shotski!

"I remember when I was their age..."

"Oh yeah, like this!"

Decades of love.

Motherly love.

This is a dream of mine, as a hopeful parent. -Will

Luby is the center of attention again.

Prepping for a canoe trip.

Grease kills... headaches.

"Try this."

Corn... obvi.

Barbeeeeque-r A#1

Lucky light

Lucky light 2

I've always been fascinated with the concept of a door.

awakw forever

2009-07-27T03:25:00.000-07:00

Rather busy out on the road this morning. This morning being 330am... not only was the traffic much thicker than usual, but the foot traffic was high too! A pair of sneeks on wellington, one on foot, the other on sloowww bike. Then at the foot bridge at omand's creek there was a collection of boys on bmx bicycles. In fact they weren't on the bikes at all... 2 of the fellows were on the tracks painting I imagine. The other was smoking a cigarette. Bikes laying on their sides on the path.

"Sorry 'bout that man."
"No worries dude."

It was a relitively slow ride to work today. I laid in bed until 130 thinking about sleep, took some time to look at pictures of me and my naked legs on the internet. Ah dear. I'm of two minds... It did happenm but does it need to be on the net...? I'm thinking perhaps not. I wonder how many people went to sleep without removing their make-up...? I know I'm one. I awoke to a surprisingly clean pillow. Which is lucky, because I was super later'd at the end of the night. Burger and fries to go from johnny g's is proof enough. not the burger say, but the stumble inside followed by a comatose wait by the bar in a black robe and half sweated away makeup. Rats.

Dear short hair:

2009-07-16T14:04:00.000-07:00

Thanks for coming out.

My word, Last night they were holding circular saws up to each others faces... oof

2009-07-16T09:46:00.000-07:00

The only real injustice is the fact that I'm not famous yet
Granted I haven't been trying
I want to make the most of my time on the planet
Soon as your born you start dying.

I enjoy this phrase and I know that when I turn it
It's as banal as I am
I try to keep this out of mind when I make something silly
Simple is a science.

Goodness gracious. It's nice to be back at work. no, really. Not to say that I ever truly left. It's more that I wasn't getting any darn shifts. And it's been lean! Straight up and down lean. It's such a drag. For so many reasons... First and most prevalent in my mind on a daily basis is my lack of ability to do whatever I want all the time. You may be saying: "But Will, you stupid idiot, having loads of free time is exactly one needs to do whatever one would want. Sheesh. Get a real subject before you start typing, dummy." While you may be right (about the time and the typing) the other main ingredient in the recipe for 'doing stuff' is dough. Cash-dough.

You want to go for a bike ride in the park? Free. You want to fix your bike? not free. You want to hang out? free. You want to hangout with a lady? not free... ha? You want to see a secret film at aceart? free. Want to see a box office smash hit with your room-mates on a moment's notice? not free.

I don't have expensive tastes really, but even a stone cold is more than stone soup...

Another reason I'm glad to be back is the people watching! And not even casual spying. I'm interacting with all sorts all the time. It's fun, I get to see the everyman without having to trudge through the mall or introduce myself! We can have a pleasant exchange, make a little joke to an old man, send them on their way and get on to the next. Sometimes I'm very stand-offish to superbabes. in my imagination they: 1) have many things handed to them and 2) have every man try to make eyes at them. So I go in the opposite direction. ha. I know it's almost cruel to treat someone differently because of their appearance, but I think it's OK in this situation. Keep in mind I'm talking about what our genereation defines as a superbabe.

I'm more into the faux hippie, faux indie, faux fur, faux socialable type

Gotta go...
more later.

"It's a good place to come home for the summer"

2009-07-02T19:31:00.000-07:00

Jeff approaching

contents

Matea up to bat.

Dick on deck

double trouble take

2009-06-24T11:46:00.000-07:00

Last evening I saw one of those funny things that only kids do.

On a side street... Mind you still a major side street (you know what I'm talking about. one of those fat streets that isn't quite a thick thoroughfare but get lights when it meets one) In front of a school, there was a girl standing waving her hands and dancing slowly from side to side.

As I was passing by, I thought this was a bit strange, but no crazy. Kids dance all the time. One may even be jealous of such a quality. I can't tell you the amount of stink eyes I've felt on a dance floor. Anyway, she was waving her arms, universal sign for look over here. As I did, I first took her in fully. Then I saw she had a friend sitting behind her.

"Is she ok?! Is that girl waving for help?"

After one half second I realized the girl was ok... Also, she wasn't sitting, she was squatting. What a place to pee! Not only did they not have the foresight to simply walk 'round back... Her friend decided to do an extremely noticable dance?! Too much. Too much.

I'm not bashing public peeing. I'm all for it. But that's as public as you can get. har har.

To be young again.

many pictures. neato!

2009-06-21T22:54:00.000-07:00

Asteroids to do not concern me

2009-06-09T11:38:00.001-07:00

"You got it Luke! Use you're powers!"

"Man, Imperial Walkers eh? They just won't quit!"

"Big time trouble."

"Buddy eats!"

A Paraphrasing of conversation with rang a dang and I at 13:26 on Tuesday afternoon.

This weekend was a hodge podge of friendlies, cringe-worthy moments and more boozes than I've sipped in some time. It's a very deceptive way to make one think that you're actually doing something day to day. But than again, who say's you're not? Making connections and gathering tales to tell... It's something innit?

Not to mention a handful of photos with bad lighting and composition. Har har, can't wait to see how my latest impulse purchase is working. Perhaps you will too.

The internet is a sea and each tool is a damn siren singing. I'm well aware it's just going to give me syphilis, but shoot. I may have a bit of sea-men left in me yet.

wakka wakka.

Welcome cracking ankles and sweaty everything. Don't listen to everyone else. Summer's here.

This is how you ditch someone who drives you mad.

2009-03-05T20:22:00.000-08:00

I haven't taken any pictures yet.

Yesterday evening I dug into my toiletry bag only find missing the #1 item on every packing list. Toothbrush. I'm guessing in my sleep-hungry state I brushed them and tossed it back onto my shelf, forced by habit. So last night when I went for an exploratory cycle I stopped in to the metro (grocery store) to purchase one and hopefully get directions. I forgot to mention... I got lost fairly quickly. I was pretty confident I'd be able to find my way home, mentally recording the lefts and rights... To no avail.

The plan was flawless, pick out toothbrush with an appealing colour and simply ask the checkout clerk while paying. Once I posted up in my line I noticed the clerk was one-teen years old. Immediately stricken with the prospect of her not knowing where it is, holding up the line and everyone within earshot noticing my obvious anglo accent.

"Sais tu ou la rue certier est? Je suis perdue."
"Non, je m'excuse. Tu est un cochon-anglo."
"Mama mia!"

So I Payed the 2.87 and scrammed.

Saw a book store and figured maps are paper, books are paper. Case closed! Locked up and took a look, found no maps, but a tonne of adult literature. I gave in and asked the 20 something attendant for directions. no idea. rats. While i walked out, putting my mitts back on I saw a dirty looking depanneur. Where else?! If they don't have a map the person working will know the area for sure. They work at a depanneur! They're like mini versions of Mr. Thenardier right? Always humming a shanty having to do with being une bonne viveur and sweeping, constantly sweeping. Well I was close, but she had the directions in a heart beat. As a proactive thanks I purchased an energy drink.

Today I had another good ride. Went south on sherbrook and found the hostel Kjartan and I stayed in the first time I came. oogled the endless shops like a country mouse and having forgotten the address to the Y, turned back and let the cats in for some grub.

Léon and Noël. Léon is the gentleman and Noël is the lady. Seems I've already made friends with them. Records show I am a good pet person. I pet and I pet well. 8 out of 10 cats agree. Thank goodness they didn't pee on all of my clothing upon arrival. I knew it was a possibility.

Nothing interesting to report. Got the Surger threaded. Didn't have to fly home yesterday to work. Currently watching 30 rock on the internet.
dot com!

Dear Diary.

2009-02-22T04:17:00.000-08:00

You know what's kind of satisfying? Writing down a passage of feelings/thoughts... with a pen. Keeping it in a book or simply on a piece of paper. There's something exciting about having it just around for someone to potentially find it. Thus knowing your thoughts!!! reading your mind!

Also, It's an incredible way to take note of how you've grown or changed at least. I've recently come accross some old papers of mine, as well as papers given to me from some years ago. It's so cool to see how stupid I was. And also to discover how stupid I am now to future Will! I'm insane! I hold things in such high regard when they are meaningless in the grand scheme, I care for such strange people! My daily routine is laughable! Those pants look ridiculous!

So now, I've had the idea of a time capsul for a while. I want my roomates to take part and I also want to start one with nearly random people... Simply to open it one day with them and see where they are and what we haven't accomplished. I kid, I kid. But seriously, I still have ideas that my life will be photogenic and with purpose. When in reality I'll more then likely:

+Find contentment in a great love.
+Realize that since I have the happiness one looks for in life, I don't need to persue 'it'.
+Have children for the sheer delight in day dreaming about tossing the ol' ball around and building a tree house.
+Shake my first 3.5 children to death (accidentally, don't judge).
+Start wearing golf shirts I won at company picnics.
+Find a permanent 'look' (hair sans product -or- far too much gel, facial hair, glasses, weight)
+Miss my hard livin' days.
+Lose my french.
+Get up early every day even on weekends.
+Pray.
+Have a nest egg.
+List things I did when I was young.
+Make a will.
+Hate mondays.

Oh golly.

William Thom David Belford

2009-02-21T23:45:00.000-08:00

Hm,
First off: Cryptic message to true friends.

Second:
I might sell underwear in local shop awesome... I was in there with Liza and she told the owner I make 'em. So he told me to give him some. I've decided to work like a devil in MTL. Find one of those thrift stores that sell T's for pennies. You know the kind. The sort of place that's so cheap you feel guilty for buying things at.

"I have money, I don't need to buy pants for a dollar... And yet..."

Then go buy yards and yards of elastic, borrow my grandmothers surger sewing machine and pump them out. I can't wait. Grandma will have to teach me how to thread that beast before I go.

Holy Dinah, I recently planned a date for 3 girls from work. (on VD) We did a bunch of stuff. Took some pictures in the train station, dinner at Casa Grande, dancing at my house to 'Girl Talk' (they hadn't heard it before and lost their shit!) And drank wines while watching old 16mm films. It was tight and Pseudo-romantic. I've been wondering if real dates should look like this. not all the time right?! But most of the time. Damnit anyway. These events are directly affected by your ownership of a car.
Car=mobility/ability to cart shit around
Bike=Sweat/contents of one backpack & pockets/shoes that are not 'nice'
That being said, I was told recently that my body is like a great giant BOOB. A sack of fat with a nipple. So I guess cycling isn't completely silly. Maybe I can slim down to an A cup.

I was feeling pressure to make a new post... By myself. I figure if you've got it flaunt it.

Nature makes only a few who are good.
Thinking of you.
'I want a verb and you give me a noun, What do you dream up when I tongue you down?'
I'm going to drink and energy drink. Sugar free.

Oh man, pictures of date and new thunderwear soon.
Also: I guess I need a name for the underwear co. eh? Any suggestions better than thunderwear?

wilf 'closing thoughts' belf

Let the light in slowly, I'm making a point.

2009-02-13T23:51:00.000-08:00

acheive
believe
conceive
deceive
Eve
greive
Heave (ho)
Jeeves
kiev (wrong pronounciation)
leave
need
o
preceive
q
repreive
succeed
teeth
u
v
weive!
x
y
z

impromptu sesh. incl. time limit

2009-02-11T08:33:00.000-08:00

Rip through that noose
Use things you grew'd
words spew idea juice
each few will produce,
images you can associate with a certain lifestyle you want to be apart of.

punk or pokemon?

2009-02-06T22:37:00.001-08:00

Did anyone hear my cry in the middle of the floor?
God knows you saw it but the music was so louder than my stupid fucking shirt.
I suppose everyone gets a few in their lifetime.
But I wasn't quite ready for it, not right then anyway.
Maybe a bit later in the night.*
God I say maybe a lot. Only thing I'm (not even that) sure about is while I'm alive, I'll feel alive.
I know they're not my words. But hold it against me. Please... I have nothing to do right now. A healthy meaningless passive confrontation would be great right now. Somehting to pass the time.
Did you know Robin Black is an ultimate fighter now? Turns out black eyes are the new Black. It's cheaper than make-up. Yuo just need little shorts, fingerless gloves (you can make those for free) and an entrance song. power-pop-punk-rock or otherwise is fine... So that's nice for him.
That's genuinely not clever.
I've played chess many times, But I'm game if you are.
Thanks for the tips grandpa.

*the shirt or the cry?

The combed cotton
or the rage brought on
by a shoe stomped on
by a tripping teen, tripping just long enough to forget where he can walk on.

The dancing or the shotgun
of beers or of vodka
the bar mat slopped on
until thoughts burn holes large enough to lead you to the octogon (like robin black!)

-ee!

2009-02-05T11:18:00.000-08:00

Do I look like a damn Taurus? Geez.
Read the predictions... I'm obviously an Aries.
Doesn't the description fit my personality to a 'T'?
My inquisitive nature pokes and cuts like cutlery.
Iambic pentametre is for the weak of knees.
And clever poets who shake spears with mad steez.

Jell-o pie.

2009-01-30T23:21:00.000-08:00

Sitting at work in front of a computer. Surrounded (not inmmediately) by literally hundreds. Thanks a lot airport.

The new airport is coming along nicely. I think it's funny that even when the buidling is finished being builded it will be long from done... imagine the complete mind destrustion of trying to figure out how to install the electrical wires, let alone the plumbing, let alone the phone lines, the internet connections, the networking for the individual airlines... and being as its an airport there must be safety measures as well! All the inner comings and goings must be connected to the police, fire department and army! Golly. The secret airport is far more interessting than the stuff you get to see. Machinery! Locked doors! Holding cells! The smuggler-catching toilet in customs! Dan, the guy with one arm and one hundred million stories! (Never asked about the arm though)

We're hooked up and online all damn day. You, me, business, art, music, and even your grandma's juicing up some tight ass backgammon with a greasy teen in Australia. At times I consider this fact as I'm sure we all have. It's a real mind bender... I'm not claiming this as original thought by any means. I'm merely taking note and telling those who read that: I've noticed. I don't even need to get into the all too common/conversational rant about how "If the internet, like, died of whatever. We'ed all be sooo screwed. Oh my god. It's so insane!" I wish it didn't exist. I wish that we didn't have the power to scour and devour all things more here and now'r. Granted I wouldn't be able to communicate with my homiest accross the sea. but poop. Imagine how good the stories would be when he does return brown and tired?

Having decreed we are a might too connected, observe:
My cell phone has been recalled due to the fact that it emmits unacceptible amounts of radiation. Does this suck? Should I be mad? I can't really decide. And just what is an acceptible amount of radiation?!@ My point is that I made the choice to put this thing to the side of my face and in my left pocket, as are millions. I heard rumours about brain tumours and whatnot, but I was not officially aware of the radiation until this very moment I suppose.

I just got bored of writing... It's not really going anywhere anyway.

wilfbelfwilfbelfwilfbelfwilfbelfwilfbelfwilfbelfwilfbelfwilfbelf

ps. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life and I blow it all day everyday. So... that's nice.

pps. I just decided to force myself to write and waste some time.

ppps. Just changed my mind. Not worth it.

pppps. insert stark, bright colored, art involving collage so the indie scene is properly represented.

More than words.

2008-12-27T12:24:00.001-08:00

Shabby chic.

2008-12-02T00:13:00.000-08:00

Confession time.
I fell off my bike a few nights ago. It was preceded by smoking one hundred cigarettes and drinking the equivalent of one hundred beers. I'm not proud or bragging. I'm simply saying. I'd like to think I'm more nimble on my bike without the outside inhibitors. In fact, know I am. Egad.

I also know I'm more capable socially sans hundreds of things. Well in this case I'll say everything in moderation. I drink or smoke shared in friendship is an incredible tool. Long story very short I'll say only that I was having a cringe-y next day. Here's hoping all the people I like still like me... ha. I'm beginning to think that my 'dancing' has become a series of convulsions peppered with dramatic pauses and epic lifting of people around me. I don't want to be that person. Well, hell I don't want to be a lot of people. But that say you are the things you hate. I fear this phrase more than most. I still believe one should let sleeping dogs lie.

Every once in a while I do cool things. But not consistently. I feel this is offset by the fact that I do not do uncool things consistently. So I'm good right? I've recently made a short film with friends, completed another set in a series of art projects and re-organized the entertainment unit in my house. And yet... I can spin plans with the best of them. If I accomplished half of the things I set out for myself my life would be rich an envied. Since I don't, I'm left wondering if anyone if there are any things one envies me for. I don't dwell on it for long mind you. Just while I'm particularly bored. I think, why am I bored? I have unlimited things I could be doing?! These are the moments we all live in when we make tens of 'new year's' style resolutions

This incredibly intimate post into my online diary will no doubt make me out to be the tortured soul that is portrayed in so many elaborate ad campaigns and all women want. Or the complete opposite will happen. cool!

No fancy pictures to post this time. But here's a passage that I'll be reading at two of my best friends' wedding later this month. [I think it's a beautiful sentiment]

“Union” by Robert Fulghum

“You have known each other from the first glance of acquaintance to this point of commitment. At some point, you decided to marry. From that moment of yes to this moment of yes, indeed, you have been making promises and agreements in an informal way. All those conversations that were held riding in a car or over a meal or during long walks - all those sentences that began with “When we’re married” and continued with “I will and you will and we will”- those late night talks that included “someday” and “somehow” and “maybe”- and all those promises that are unspoken matters of the heart. All these common things, and more, are the real process of a wedding. The symbolic vows that you are about to make are a way of saying to one another, “You know all those things we’ve promised and hoped and dreamed- well, I meant it all, every word.” Look at one another and remember this moment in time. Before this moment you have been many things to one another- acquaintance, friend, companion, lover, dancing partner, and even teacher, for you have learned much from one another in these last few years. Now you shall say a few words that take you across a threshold of life, and things will never quite be the same between you. For after these vows, you shall say to the world, this- is my husband, this- is my wife.”

also this makes me want to sing with 4 friends. [Please god ignore the images, just listen]

Things I've made out of old T shirts.

2008-10-01T21:37:00.000-07:00

Step one.

Get yourself the comfiest t-shirt you own. It helps if it's too crappy to wear on the regular. Or Just one you're over. I'm siphoning out my 'joke' shirts. In an attempt to grow up. Dammit.
Gather your scissors, sewing machine and pattern. Along with some cheap elastic. You're about to be killing it in the underwear department.

Step two.

Pin your pattern to the T.

Step three.

Cut it out!

Step four.

I've realized I cannot fully explain exactly what to do without video or some serious blueprint type pictures... So I'm going to keep my head down and run right through it. While sewing the pattern together (not including the elastic) you can use the ol' straight stitch.

Sew the side of the crotch (ha!) pieces together and then to one side of the main piece. Then to have the proper side of the material showing you have to roll the fabric up into the crotch (ha!) piece.

Step five.

Sew in the deepest most intimate part of the crotch (ha!)

Step six.

For a 34 inch waist you need only 29 inches of elastic. So it' stays up and You don't have to take up a trade. It's best to use new elastic. Old stuff will stretch out immediately and you'll be showing off pubic hair like a 60s star.

Step seven.

Sew the ends of the elastic together by using a straight stitch at first, then fold the ends back and use a zig-zag or 3 step zig-zag to secure it. The zig-zag stitch can stretch so the thread doesn't break, leaving your edges unfinished and crappy. Underwear is not meant to be crappy. *pause*

The trick is, only pin 4 corners and stretch the elastic out as you attatch it to the fabric.

Step eight.

Finish the edges along the bottom by folding it over once and use a zig-zag stitch. Then strike a pose.

Here are the others I've made. I'm pretty happy with the results. These home-made pairs are my favourites of my underepetoire. And It's a never ending supply! As underwear is on the way out, as are the T-shirts. It's a vicious cycle.

The blue ones were my first attempts using old elastic and learning quickly. The brown and dark blue are my attempt to customize. I Cut mylar plastic out with an exacto and just used fabric paint. They look rather bad... But hell. I'm not Miss J. Or Even Dr. J.

Yesterday I attempted to raid and rid. Raid my closet and drawers and rid myself of useless items. My gosh is it difficult. I would love to have a house fire something equally monumental that would result is starting my situation over from scratch. It's not that I'd do it much different. I'd just like a reason to throw away things I want to keep... If you follow. For instance. I've got T-shirts from old improv teams I've been on or coached and I don't want to get rid of them, they hold so many incredible(ly lame) memories. I'm not about to get them framed and mounted, but I'm also not going to make them into ass-gear.

It's the same with objects. In my direct line of sight, I can see old art, souveneirs from trips, a gift from my ninth birthday and other random shit like that fanny pack I sport sometimes and my Liquor teat. Pens, books, CDs, papers of all kinds, a plaster mold of my teeth, scraps of material, wax, earplugs, seat belts, candles, half finished/begun projects... Ad infinitum.

I realize this looks a lot like the last meaty post I made... So I'm going to end this train of thought with this: I need an intervention. Something or someone to remind me that no matter how long I keep something It will not become anymore useful or valuable enough to have it take up room in my room/life. Having said that, why did I pick up that pile of 40 archie comics from the 70s on the way home the other night...?

Because stuff is cool. It's fun to play with for awhile. I just need to grasp when it wears out it's welcome.

Please disregard this as I will not proof read it.

new colour...?

2008-09-22T01:53:00.000-07:00

White is the new blank.

Wood things I've made.

2008-09-16T00:28:00.000-07:00

Here I am watching Dragon's den (way to be CBC) and I'm getting all emotional about making things. Due to the fact that it's 2:30am and I've already done a project tonight I'm not about to start making something. Not to mention the fact that I have a breakfast date tomorrow...

But I can flex my exhibitionism by showing a few pictures.

This is a desk I made for myself from scrap wood in the back. As well as a peice of plexiglass so I can put photos and the like underneath. I always loved my family coffee table for that feature.

A little while ago I put together a few things for an art show. In essence the theme was 'old'. I decided to make chalkboards. Here are a few shots of my brother and I working on them. (I never take enough pictures...)

Two scissor designs. One cutting tool that makes a sound that is insane.

Donald my youngest brother giving me a hand sanding the edges of my apple before I paint. See the pencil sharpener...? Once it was painted it's a bit hard to make out. I sold the apple and scissors, but the pencil sharpener stays with me. (I've got more on the way)

Apple!

Scissors!

Another feeling I'm hit with tonight is a fondness for my roomies. I've been contemplating the imminent departure of my oldest and dearest roommate, James. He's Got the fever and is making moves in the right direction... Well east anyway.

I moved into this house and made it my home in November of last year. I was hesitant but mostly excited to get out of my father's house (for the second time). I took my things back into pa's house after I was made to leave the apartment I was occupying... With my now 'ex' girlfriend. But I digress. In coming here, I gained more space than I had at dad's house. It's not like he was a tyrant or that it was a box in an alley, it was more a matter of having to deal with his possessions. I wish I had photographic evidence to show what I had to deal with. It's a tale in itself which I'd gladly tell. I literally (literally) had only a wide enough path through the basement to get to my room. Now I can annoy my roomies by leaving my things everywhere! I have my pop to thank for that habit I suspect.

To put it in the simplest terms, my time at the mansion has been good. I've been considering the disposable nature of our lives. We don't buy albums, we download and google the cover art. We don't invite our friends over to look at slides, we sit and cycle through semi-strangers' photos alone. And what happens when my computer implodes and creates a black hole devouring the earth? No more pics! golly!

I have an idea. A big idea. An idea that requires me to use the word more than once in very small scentences and then one large one. Time capsule. No lie. I'm pumped for this idea. and enthusiastic, but not enough to stay awake past 4am... Breakfast in five and a half hours...

I met Chris Walter before you met Chris Walter

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yeah, him

He was in the airport looking normal... Except of course for the scalp tattoo.

this too:

I just had a neat idea.

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See above.
There is a monthly party I like to attend. they're put on by my good pals. More formally and to strangers it's known as the 'hot rocks party consortium' (are they known..?) It's a combo dance party and reason to make art, then sell it to the party goers. I made some stuff for the first party, I missed the second and the third installment is quickly approaching. I'm pumped. Especially having missed the second. Since I'm thinking about it and this thing has taken a turn for the textiles. check these out. I made them (I made a bunch, but didn't take pictures... I didn't realize they would all sell.)

This is a straight shot of one of the more boring poses... One's up top and the other's on the far right.

I'm really excited for my new idea. Really excited. If you're nice to me, and really prose up the request... I may tell you what I'm planning. Probably not. Because if it doesn't work out, I'll look like a fool.
The only hint I can give you is that the theme of this party is: 'spirited energy, the revenge of the oldies.'
aka. Old people. aka grand-people.
***condensed version of hint: Old school***

For-Tiff-eyed

2008-08-09T23:39:00.000-07:00

This is a post dedicated to the late great T. I was accosted in the street tonight for not having written anything... ever really. I suppose I was asking for it. I was dressed like a slut. A while ago I knew in my bones what I wanted this to be all about, but it took two cups time and 1 dash of commitment on my part. I will be chronicling my efforts in material creations. I've not yet taken the pictures of a few of my projects, but here is the first in a line of many more to come.

The Ironic Pillow.

I was packing for a trip to easter island and as I was filling my bag with my tent, enough underwear and my camera... I recalled my last camping trip was lacking a very useful object. A pillow! I thought fondly of how I had (misguidedly) rolled my pants up and ended up with my face on the floor anyway.

Since I rarely sleep before a trip (yes even little jaunts to t.o) I knew I had some time on my hands and the materials to throw something together. I'll begin at the beginning.

This was my favourite shirt. I made it with my friend Kjartan one day when we were feeling like having special T-shirts. It matches a tattoo on my chest in that same location. But notice if you will a burn hole at the very bottom of the picture... It's like my hopes and dreams burnt up in that fateful bonfire.

As I love making things out of old T-shirts (more to come) I decided this may be the best idea in the world. A pillow that condemns sleep?! Who has the audacity? me.

Now, I'm not really a stickler for invisible seams and the like. I enjoy seeing the thread. So when I mended the hole I chose my favourite colour from the age of 6 to 21. Green. If you're not savy on how to repair a hole, I think this is a good way to do it. It's stronger to cover a larger area than the hole because there's less pressure on all the stitches. Like laying on a bed of nails. It's a 3 part zig zag stitch at 2.5 length.

Next in lieu of cutting it out like a dummy, I just pinned the area I wanted to cut and sewed it right on the like of pins, removing them as I went along. I feel it guarantees that you don't end up with mismatched material the the end of a stitch (if you're not paying attention. Which I sometimes do not do) NB. You may notice It's also inside out. This makes a nice seam when you turn it right side out. But everyone knows that.

In retrospect, I should have taken more pictures while I was doing this. I missed a shot of it half full of stuffing and vulnerable to the wild.

This is a corner, showing the finished seam. I decided to make another pass to have a nice cohesive look on every side of the pillow. On the one end where it was still open to fill with stuffing, I folded the fabric in and it turned out just like the other sides. beauty! You can see on the left side a hint of the first pass peeking through.

And this is the finished product. So white! Not for long I'm sorry to report. I returned to my tent on evening to find things in a bit of disrepair, not to mention a dirty pillow! I suspect one of the dogs from the site got in and took a look around. Nothing was missing... just messing.

I hope this was interesting. I know I enjoyed putting it together. There are few things better than an opportunity to listen to music and create something. Except perhaps listening to music rolling along on two wheels... More to come on many things. Maybe a bit more on my trip, my bike and my other sewing projects.

That's Right. A Wide Eyed Longfellow I Said.

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There was a time somewhere in between the ending of winter and the beggining of the rest of my life, when I took the bus on the regular. I was riding regularly enough to nessecitate a monthly pass. Of course I didn't ever purchase said pass. I felt in a way it was a form of selling out... I suppose. Admitting you ride the bus is the first step in riding the bus. The second is literally stepping on the bus.

On chilly mornings while I listened to something that lent itself to contemplation, I found myself thinking what I thought were profound thinkings, I think.

There is a bus stop 1 minute away from my home. It's positioned on a main route, whereas I live on a side street that runs parralel with it. The stop is on the other side of a set of buildings. So everyday I go to the stop it is effectively 'revealed' once I round the corner of which ever building I round the corner of.

(Side note: Walking past the laundry room of an apartment building in winter is like a walking past a large fan in the summer. But you also get that nice warm laundry smell as well.)

I am human. There I said it. Some days I'm late. Some days I sweat it. On these days when I dart from my back door, jump the last few stairs and don't look accross the street, I'm always eager for that 'reveal'ing moment. When I finally clear the last brick wall and the sign atop the pole is in view. That's when I know if I should keep running or slow down before I brashly dash into the thrashing trashffic. It's only then I'll see if someone else is waiting for the bus I want. If there's a people there, I have nothing to fear. The bus has not come and I will catch it. If there isn't a people there, then my eyes launch to the left to potentially see the lumbering frame of the bus chugging off, out of reach. Then to the right, to hopefully see the wide eyed longfellow on it's way. That's right. A wide eyed longfellow I said.

This made me think of back in the day before the invent of modern mining equipment. When we used canaries to their full potential and put them in cages in mines until they died. They were placed there to serve as a signal to miners. Should the canary die before it's time, it meant the air quality was poor and those damn dirty miners should run in a way that is effecient, outwards. A man waiting for the bus for me, is the same as a canary in a cage for a miner. They signify that everything will be ok. You can relax. But if either of them aren't there, you're in trouble. At least a miner could eat that canary. I'll get to work late and hungry.

This is fun for a minute.

I JUST HAD THE IDEA

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but james has my camera in la chine.
it's pretty much the only thing i need.
shrug.

rinse, repeat

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shave and baste, wash your face, clip yiour nails, cut your hair.
Pluck and tweeze, thank you and please, never fails, be sure not to stare.

Now how the fuck do I clear my mind without emptying the contents of it?

spend trend suspend defend
money follow disbelief your lifestyle

ps.
Did I mention angsty angsty wahwahwah?

Top of my lungs!

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Sometimes I go out by myself, and I look across the water.
I think about the things you've been doing, and in my head I pant a picture.
Since I've been home, well my body's been a mess.
I miss your ginger hair and the way you like to dress.
Why don't you come on over?
Stop making a fool out of me.
Why don't you come on over Valerie.
Valerie.
Valerie. *with feeling

I've been singing this tune non stop for days. It's almost worn out it's welcome... But I'm planning to squeeze the last bit of pleasure out of it before it completely tapped (for the time being).

I like knowing there are a handful of people I can sing with unabashedly . Unfortunately I can list them on a single hand. Keep in mind I say 'with'. I'll typically hum or whitsle at the bear minimum at all times.

Not sure what this blog is to be yet... But I've got ideas.