"ooo you have bigger boobies then me"

My hands are dry. Really dry. No matter how much lotion I find and apply, it just gets soaked up and that's that.  How are you guys? Up Island here, things have been nice. I've been taking advantage of my privileges of being "admin" of two facebook groups and I'm having fun with it. The beach is glorious, the band is blossoming and I'm getting things organized. It feels good.
Mortimer, I like your idea for the first book of the newly formed bookclub. I just need to figure out if the local library carries the book. You should also make the bookclub into a group. Would be easier to get messages and discuss whatever we want to discuss with the books. A bit more organized and all put together. And put everyone as admins. Just so everyone has everypower to what they want to do and how they want to develop the group. good plan, no?

Other then that... nothing. I made brownies and did some gardening this evening. Looking good. Plus, it's the first time I've planted grass.

if you can call them friends then you can call them on the telephone

Hi all. Long time no writing. Just thought I'd spell some things out.
Yesterday Jocelyn Cook and I wandered in circles downtown looking for a bowtie for a going away present for our friend George, who is moving to Bangladesh for work soon. Well first Laura came storming over and told me I could get a hard labour job ($$$) if I called some woman and bullshitted a few things. Which I can't do worth shit, even if I am "good peasant stock." Anyway we were unsuccessful with the bowties and ended up back on my front porch with toast and ginger beers. Jo's friend headed over from four blocks up, got lost on the way, we talked for a bit.
Had to go downtown and have my semi-monthly sushi date with Marketa. She asked my advice about this woman that she hired. I told her my honest opinion. Apparently I have a reputation for that. Then I told her about this treeplanting deal and she gave me this long convoluted story about the summer after she graduated art school. And how she didn't buy the right equipment (tent with a zipper) so she ended up with a kidney infection and had to charter a helicopter out. But before that she was nervous because all the men in her camp were ex-cons except this big British footballer, who she started sleeping with for protection (her words). Anyway in the long run he turned out to be psycho too and extremely jealous and beat the crap out of her regularly and kicked her entire door plus door frame in because he thought she was fooling around with this girl she had over (later ended up in a mental institution, they were giving her elctro-shocks just last week). And he followed her out of the country when she went back to Prague. So that was her experience. She made some good friends though, one of whom was David Suzuki's son.
And I went to Bluegrass night out at Cornerstone after this conversation, a little worse off for the saki, a little better off for the fish. And Joey was there and he starts talking about his endeavor to pursue his research into pirate radio as a means for broadcasting graffiti. And he offered me a job at his camp, teaching kids to do stop-animation, even though I have no experience with either children or anything remotely more technical than this keyboard. And he invited me to his birthday party, which he is firmly calling PartyFest. Apparently the menu is comprised of Brass Monkeys or "shotgunned beverages." I didn't have the heart to tell him that I have no idea what Brass Monkeys is. There will be a band (no pony rides or dancing bears though, possibly snacks)
So that was my day. Cutting out the bookstore rummage of a morning, starring Laura V. and Kat's brother, however briefly.
 

Road trip to Japan

I think this might be a potential dream house. Imagine me standing in front of the wall, contrasted wearing the brightest clothes imaginable, holding a baby with smile from ear to ear. It's in Japan by the way. Would you come visit me in Japan? I think it would be a bit of an adventure if you did. Mostly because I could imagine you Mortimer, with the most grossed out face and me trying to force a live octopus down your throat to eat, and here is Laura, doing it like shes a boss. That's just one of the many adventures we would have. If you want to check out more of the house, go here http://www.homedsgn.com/2012/03/29/inside-house-outside-house-by-takeshi-hosaka-architects/

Other then that.. nothing new has been going on. How was seeing brett back on the island? Did you guys do something super exciting for Tyson's birthday? I should make him a card. This past weekend, I wrote out like 3 letters (one to the editor of Parksville/ Qualicum Beach News) mostly to share my discontent about Katimavik, and how the federal has just cut funding to it. I'm also working on an email to send to like... 10 art councils to invite them to share in the services we offer when we head up to Penticton in July. Aw Man.. And! The band right now is planning for a cd release party for the end of the month. Pretty excited. The theme is going to be starry night/summer night. Though now the I think more about it, the more difficult I think It will be. Sure there is lanterns and faerie lights, but what else? Any opinions would be great.

Hope you guys are happy and healthy.

loving it

Had to make this big, just look at that water. If it wasn't 5 degrees outside, i would have been out there enjoying the good life.

True though, I would have been, just laying in the sun soaking it up, and not feeling as pale as I always do. But it wasn't the case, so as you can see I'm feeling pale. My legs, arms and face, all pale.

Other then that, nothing is up. Thinking of heading outside soon and cleaning up. I have secret plans of waking up at the brink of sunlight and sitting on the wood...connector of the stairs and create some art tomorrow morning too. Also! it's official, my skills are on a cd and for sale! 15 dollars. Actually, it was the band, but you knew what I meant.

Hope you are guys happy enjoying the parksville sun.

Didn't Know How Long I Swam But I Figure It Was Miles!

Had lunch with my parents today, since it was the older bro's birthday on Thursday and they felt like doing the Family Sunday dig.
Anyway somehow the topic of conversation turned to how useful my skill set would be in a post-apocalyptical situation in which a great flood or some shit blew away all the world's modern technology. And I said "Yeah, I could flip your records for you."
I always forget how much my dad's way of speaking cracks me up. I wonder if I sound like him. It's like he goes out of his way to use words and terminology that no one else would ever use and then gets all offended and confused when we laugh at him. He was talking about how he had dairy the other week and it really messed with his "gut culture"- and all I could picture was Homer Simpson style beer bellies and bursting slacks and such the lot- but when he says "gut" he means stomach/ digestive organs. And then he started talking about that diet where you eat things according to your blood type, because apparently all the different blood types originated with a very specific way of life (which I find difficult to believe) Anyway, we 0- types are supposed to eat almost all meat and not a lot else. Isn't that convenient for him. Gives him a legitimate complaint when my mum serves up rice and beans for the 3rd night in a row. Besides "this isn't goddamn Mexico, where's the protein?!"

My brother has started dating a phys ed major. Enough said.
Remember when I was in NY last year? Took this picture in Times Square, straight up.
Someone seems to have agreed to let Bambi live upstairs. In my past experience, real people do not have that kind of cartoon voice, right?

Green Rain Every Couple Years

Every couple years I'll promise myself, from this moment on to post a shugo tokumaru video.
Last one being on febuary 1st /09, http://taaosam.blogspot.com/2009/02/zoola-is-18-now.html

Yesterday was fun, I had the chance to make a cake for a friend and then eat that cake. Mexican food and we all resulted back on the floor of a nearly moved out apartment talking about girl things. Very girl things, it lead from.. i don't know what, from babysitting to breastfeeding. It felt funny. It was also great because we bought some flame-colored candles for the cake and it was really worth the gigantic dollar we spent on it.