Wednesday, June 28, 2006

aaah, first sweet cherries...

aaah, the near eastern heat is here...and no travel costs;-) not the worst deal, all in all.
speaking of wandering, went to travel cuts today to enquire about airfare to t.o. i'm REALLY looking forward to visiting with my family and leting my hair down for a bit. i haven't seen them for a year.
i have a feeling i'm going to get smothered by mother.
also, poped in to see kristin in the antiquities museum on campus. i love that place. must go back with my camera in hand. kristin told me some lebanese philantropist donated money to them so they'll be getting more reproductions of swanky ancient pieces. she showed me some pictures of what's to come.

wish i had a pool. and a poolboy...


Sunday, June 25, 2006

jazz, baby!

k. and her jazzbuddy went to catch some groove, or rather some swing, at the 20th saskatoon jazz festival. not rolling in money, we opted for the free stage. and guess what. it turned out to be better than the ticketed one, as we were able to establish by listening over the fence with the welcoming sign

arriving 6ish, we settled ourselves on blankets right in front of the stage, sort of almost in the jazz-mashpit (which actually became a dance floor). first up, the 'tin bridge sextet'. sexy singing and playing! and the music wasn't bad either;-P apparently these youngsters appear every sunday at lydia's bar. ha! who knew! there was a solemn resolve between the two of us, right there and then, to start frequenting that establishement on said day.

next, 'wilma'. older, woodstock-sounding. GREAT harmonica player! and the vocalist knew how to have fun. all of them did.

yes, we had fun too. you bet your red socks we did!
and the sound carried so well over the river that k. was able to dance all the way home...

ps. more photo fun in flickr. but it's a big bunch, don't say i didn't warn you.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Friday, June 23, 2006

day 37

of living in a province that thinks it's part of the british isles climate zone...

Thursday, June 22, 2006

botched escape from 236

the bowling tart tried to break out and get away with the little chicks basket!!!
k. caught up with her at the mexican border...some old story about returning them to the wild. whatever.
we all know they were destined for a life of illegal labour, slave wages, no health insurance and the mexican government hunting them day and night.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Tuesday, June 20, 2006


pouring rain i've been pickin' flowers in our garden to distribute in the department. everyone's a bit down because of the meteorological situation so i had to do something, didn't i? apart from that? revising, revising, revising. my advisor is back on thursday. yikes.

Monday, June 19, 2006

o.k. the LAST one

for today!
i'm just excited about my purchase of the day;-)) i know, i know, frivolous. but it's the fiction issue!
i'm a geek, what?

k., who doesn't read enough

version 1.2

hope this is better...?

first day at the new workplace

carrie, sweetie, you rock girl!


Saturday, June 17, 2006

rosie's back!

meaghan and jeremy gave me a potted rose for my birthday...soon after settling in its new home, however, it began to die, drying leaves, sad looking, drooping branches, you name it. i thought it was a gonner but, as i'm kinda stuborn, i trimmed it, watered it and let it be...
imagine my soopreeeeze when it toughed it out and produced a new bud!

k., of green-ish fingers

reality's wee bit

Thursday, June 15, 2006

a note to the reader

"While locked in my wee carrel at the university library for the better part of the sixties and seventies, I wrote my Ph.D. thesis on the subject of Darwin's influence on Freud. (I've never been one for small projects). As I whiled away the hours in my windowless cubbyhole, Charles Darwin and Sigmun Freud became increasingly interesting to me both on theoretical and personal level. Freud wrote over twenty volumes, not including letters, and Darwin wrote far more. Naturally, as I read them, the personalities of the men developed and became more complex and occasionally contradictory. I began to notice inconsistencies, not in the theories, but in the motivations behind them. Ideas were suddenly changed -- What did make Freud give up his seduction theory? Did he think he was wrong? Were there personal reasons? Or had the theory simply evolved? Darwin wrote about sexuality late in his life, but he'd had all of his evidence for years. Why did he wait? Clearly both men were involved in their own PR -- aren't we all?"

from "A Note to the Reader" in Catherine Gildiner's Seduction, (Vintage Canada 2005)

as the last resort...

'If you knew Time as well as I do', said the Hatter, you wouldn't talk about wasting it. It's him.'
'I don't know what you mean' said Alice.
'Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. I dare say you never spoke to Time!'
'Perhaps not,' Alice cautiously replied: but I know I have to beat time when I learn music,'
'Ah! That accounts for it,' said the Hatter. 'He won't stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a
hint to time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! half-past one, time for dinner!'
('I only wish it was,' the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)
'That would be grand, certainly,' said Alice thoughtfully: but then - I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know.'
‘Not at First, perhaps,’ said the Hatter: ‘but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked.’

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

night prowlin'

me and my posse (well, part of it) went for a prowl around the neighbourhood. stratted our stuff all the way to the river and back. which was when we came upon the above.
that's some funky moon! ooh, mama!

Sunday, June 11, 2006

seen & heard 3 (this post is sponsored by the letters C, E and D)

1. spying on the historic agents: the unusual suspects are about to be deconstructed by nisse and kris....below some of the equipment used by k. (me), the director of photography, to record the culprits

2. kris and the undegrads: suprised by the paparazzi. he was mad 'cause he doesn't want the word of him working hard for the g.a. project get around the department. he says he has his image to think about. hmmm...

3. glue sniffing in the line of science: piece by glassy piece.

4. gleeful kim w.: there are reports that she started sleeping under her newly annexed desk. (privately, we think the area sadly lacks in tacky decor)

5. reflecting on art on 33rd street: rainy saturday called for a visit to the library. the finds can be seen below

6. heard on thursday: "your tombs are phallic!" (nisse g. after looking closely at my research material)

7. heard on friday: "smells like a funeral home in here" (nisse g. walking into our lab where cara's birthday bouquet's been scenting the air)

hunchback sighting

in front of public library downtown

easier said than done...

Thursday, June 08, 2006

life less scary?

hopeful news about cervical cancer vaccine!

Guest Post: Hunchback of the Archaeology Building

The following is a cautionary tale of woe:

After years of cataloguing, her neck and back destroyed, her hopes of a future in archaeology ruined, her friends scattered across the globe, the Hunchback decided to live within the confines of the Archaeology Building forever. Living in room 340 with only her DVDs of Deadwood and Star Wars to sustain her, she slowly sunk deeper into a realm of fantasies and regret. Grad students would whisper amongst themselves the stories of how a once promising archaeology princess let her bitterness, fear of change, and fear of failure destroy her. Supervisors would warn wayward grad students to buckle down or they would end up like the Hunchback. Sometimes, at night when all was quiet, grad students could hear her once quick footsteps, now a slow and sad shuffling, as she moped around the building, the secret passages leading from 340 as her gateway within the building, like a phantom. Often, grad students, half crazy from writing and cataloguing could hear the sounds of the Imperial March and run screaming out of the building, fearing the capture of the Hunchback. It is said that if caught by the hunchback, a fate worse than death would befall you and you too will sink into the depths of bitterness, lonliness, and fear that were her undoing. Arriving early in the morning the mark of the Hunchback can be seen in dark corners of offices and hallways, small fragments of white earthenware (or is it Ironstone--another cause of the Hunchback's intellectual and emotional collapse) and Lego. It is also said that if you are left the Han Solo Legoman you have been chosen by the Hunchback, and must either retreat into hiding or succomb to her will and desires as she tries to guide you along the path of Archaeology that was her undoing (in a feeble attempt to make up for her transgressions).

So, I caution all viewers of this post to watch out for the Hunchback and the reek of bitterness and brown sugar body lotion that follow her, because once you have been trapped, there is no escape.

Have a great day everyone.

The Hunchback

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

seen & heard 2

1. evil item of the day: lowest quality, burned coffee, purchased from starving, debt-ridden farmers from a third world country, in a non-degradable, styrofoam cup
2. steal of the day: bowling trophy sneaked out of carrie's former lab. k. thinks she deserves it.
3. most scientific-looking in the department: nisse catalouging her historic glass wares, while waiting for the camera crew to arrive.

4. quote of the day: "i've had my share of weiners in my day" (dave n.)


hey kids.
no go for the video clip, i'm afraid. it's a huge file and blogger can't handle it. bugger them.
but here's an interesting timbit i found while grocery shopping the other is a little juvenile, but too funny to resist.

Monday, June 05, 2006

cara's birthday: the bowling extravaganza

yesterday and today we've been celebrating cara's birthday. last night there was the bowling extravaganza. as k. lost her bowling virginity she was a bit freaked out at first, but then she got a whole lot better. she even forgot about the rental shoes she was wearing! and after all, as you know, practice makes perfect;-)
the birthday princess cara scored like crazy for her team 'red' (yes, her team, dave and leanne had matching shirts on). we had three teams in total but i have no idea who won cause i dont' really care, to be honest with you.
here are some pics. k. also recorded a short video sequence but has to still figure out how to make it smaller so she can actually post it here. please be patient with her. thanks.

stay tuned for possible part 2


Sunday, June 04, 2006

my sanity preserving

bike rides usually take me around my closest neighbourhoods of varsity, nutana and riverview. i must say, for a small city we have a disproportionate number of haunted-looking houses...

k. of the quarter watch

ps. more sightings in flickr

Saturday, June 03, 2006

one day...

will my name ever be worthy of appearing on a stamp? you know, just so my grandkids have something to collect.

Friday, June 02, 2006

our backyard

was finally mowed yesterday after months of rains that have transformed the tall grass into breeding grounds for mosquitoes the size of my fists.

i'm much more comfortable with colour these days, as you can see, it's not always about light;-) those of you who knew me as a teenager (o.k. 2 of you, at the most) might remember that the only hue that didn't make me nervous back then was black...

Thursday, June 01, 2006

aah, the drama

why the hell is it june already??!! maybe i feel this way cause i've been in some kind of warped time zone since yesterday when i locked myself out of my home...
yes, i am that idiotic.
and my landlord is in australia.
so. after the initial rage wore off a wee bit i ran to friends for help. suffice to say they delivered as always.
my pink gin worked wonders...