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day 37

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

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.

wish list

despite

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.

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!

splash!

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!
ha!

k., of green-ish fingers

reality's wee bit

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.’

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!

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...

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

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.)