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Tomorrow I surrender my passport. Then in fifteen days I get my permanent visa.
I am feeling oddly anti-climactic about it.
I didn't know absinthe was legal here until very recently. We will probably celebrate by trying that.
There is bright green stuff from Czechloslvkia or whatever, it looks like floor cleaner.
Then there is a nice Western European-style absinthe that is a pleasant sea green and slightly more expensive. Not sure which to try first...
I was in a Korean store recently and I was bewildered by the innumerable varieties of kim chee and other lacto-fermented vegetables. Then this very short-statured Korean lady was browsing and talking to herself in Korean and seemed just as bewildered as I was. She wore small black orthopedic shoes, probably due to diabetes, like my mom, and out of nowhere I started crying.
When I was young my mom would show me how to make Korean food, and the caveat was always so that when she died I would be able to make it for myself. I can now, and I almost feel guilty for this small example of self-sufficiency. I still call her and pretend I don't know what I'm doing. Nice to hear her voice. And it's the most emphatic way I can show her I need her without saying it.
There are too many small precious things in this world. You are bound to take some of them for granted.
Kyle is interviewing Turbonegro and Steve Austin [of today is the day]. And we are seeing them for free with photo passes. The TITD show is in the scariest part of town in the sleaziest bar in town, so maybe I will have some interesting pictures.
I can't get comfortable with the idea of being around junkies and disease and seeing people kill themselves. Closer opportunity equals colder feet. I don't have infinite compassion, in fact it wears very thin. My dream job is being surrounded by machines and plants, and all human contact via proxy.
My 'herb garden' is doing wonderfully and I have a confirmed girl. They aren't even into flowering yet.
I have incredible pictures maybe I will post them soon. But don't count on anything from me. I am not very present at the moment.
Kyle asks me 'whats the first thing you want to do when you're a resident?'
I want to go to the states, duh.
Actually we are planning a little road trip for the summer, maybe as far south as California. I don't know yet, but getting away from North Vancouver sounds terribly intriguing right now. I have hermit fever. This place is like someone I've been married to for eight decades and even the the slightest thing irks me. The sound of gum chewing or nail-biting. The way he clears his throat. And how instead of using tissues to blow his nose he just horks his snot into the back of his throat, followed by the greasiest, foulest swallowing sound that hardens my heart into a callous of hate. We don't make love anymore. Sometimes at night I lay a pillow over his face and pretend I had gone to art school in my twenties and this was all a bad dream.
I am feeling oddly anti-climactic about it.
I didn't know absinthe was legal here until very recently. We will probably celebrate by trying that.
There is bright green stuff from Czechloslvkia or whatever, it looks like floor cleaner.
Then there is a nice Western European-style absinthe that is a pleasant sea green and slightly more expensive. Not sure which to try first...
I was in a Korean store recently and I was bewildered by the innumerable varieties of kim chee and other lacto-fermented vegetables. Then this very short-statured Korean lady was browsing and talking to herself in Korean and seemed just as bewildered as I was. She wore small black orthopedic shoes, probably due to diabetes, like my mom, and out of nowhere I started crying.
When I was young my mom would show me how to make Korean food, and the caveat was always so that when she died I would be able to make it for myself. I can now, and I almost feel guilty for this small example of self-sufficiency. I still call her and pretend I don't know what I'm doing. Nice to hear her voice. And it's the most emphatic way I can show her I need her without saying it.
There are too many small precious things in this world. You are bound to take some of them for granted.
Kyle is interviewing Turbonegro and Steve Austin [of today is the day]. And we are seeing them for free with photo passes. The TITD show is in the scariest part of town in the sleaziest bar in town, so maybe I will have some interesting pictures.
I can't get comfortable with the idea of being around junkies and disease and seeing people kill themselves. Closer opportunity equals colder feet. I don't have infinite compassion, in fact it wears very thin. My dream job is being surrounded by machines and plants, and all human contact via proxy.
My 'herb garden' is doing wonderfully and I have a confirmed girl. They aren't even into flowering yet.
I have incredible pictures maybe I will post them soon. But don't count on anything from me. I am not very present at the moment.
Kyle asks me 'whats the first thing you want to do when you're a resident?'
I want to go to the states, duh.
Actually we are planning a little road trip for the summer, maybe as far south as California. I don't know yet, but getting away from North Vancouver sounds terribly intriguing right now. I have hermit fever. This place is like someone I've been married to for eight decades and even the the slightest thing irks me. The sound of gum chewing or nail-biting. The way he clears his throat. And how instead of using tissues to blow his nose he just horks his snot into the back of his throat, followed by the greasiest, foulest swallowing sound that hardens my heart into a callous of hate. We don't make love anymore. Sometimes at night I lay a pillow over his face and pretend I had gone to art school in my twenties and this was all a bad dream.