it might as well rain until september
For the next ____, I think i will try to use only sixties pop song lyrics/titles as my subject lines. This is an attempt to touch upon the nostaglia of a by-gone era, in the hopes that some of the glamour and mystique will tranfer to my blog.
That's not true. Well most of it isn't.
Did you know that the only people I liked in Victoria were from Saskatoon? This serves to re-affirm my belief that Saskatoon does have some sort of magic fertilizer that serves to produce fine crops of good-looking weirdos.
The same was not true in Vancouver, where I enjoyed the company of people from Vancouver itself, as well as Dublin and Ottawa, but my confidence is not shaken. Not much anyhow.
It snowed a shit load here today. Summer folk have already started to arrive and I think that the monumental dumping of exceptionally sticky snow was Dawson's way of saying "are you sure? no, no, really....are you suuuuurrrrrrre?". That or it was a sort of funeral rite for the very old husband tree who recently passed on. I am not great at estimating tree ages, but I do know that it takes an awful long time for trees to get big here and this one was fucking huge. It blew over. Snapped right at the base. I am very sad, but not so much for myself, for the tree's wife. See there were these two tree couples in town; one couple in front of the college and one in front of the museum. Both pairs were as old as could be and stood together, and both had, i felt a definite female and male. The ones in front of the museum leaned towards eachother, and they have probably seen everything that ever happened here. Now the boy tree is gone and I can only imagine how difficult it must be for her. She can probably see the couple in front of the college and i bet it makes her cry. Around the same time her husband blew over a very lonely goose started hanging around in the temporary lake in minto park. I think she must've lost her husband too. It is hard to walk past every morning. I can't think of anything comforting enough to say, so I mostly don't say anything at all.
I guess I'm babbling a bit, but it's not my fault, as there's nothing on tv. Really. I'm watching the Spokane news. I've concluded that Spokane has some of the ugliest people ever. There was a woman on tv with the smallest top-head and largest chin region I may have ever seen...like an upside down alien head. And now i've just spilled tea alllll over myself. Probably god's way of telling me not to make fun of the uglies in spokane. Whatever, god, i'm just telling it like it is. Sorry if i'm too real for you.
I had the pleasure of attending the Yukon College grad last night, and let me tell you I am damned proud of all my former etudiants. They are all now happily rocking their work placements, and it was delightful to see them all so excited. Plus a banquet you could set your watch to. And an appropriately timed booze-fest afterwards which would have been seamless were it not for some n'er-do-well interlopers from Atlin. Take it back to the provinces, Atlin attack, take it on back.
I still believe in sherpas, but i could easily be swayed to doubt. At any moment.
My last training day as a librarian tomorry. Then, on tuesday the 2nd of may, i go live and solo. Y'all reay for this? (Cue instrumental interlude)
I feel pretty okay about it, actually. I have a lot of hairbrained/hamfisted ideas, and with the assistance of some glorious assistants, i think we can make the summer programmes so so wicked and fun. I want to do some art shows in the wintertime there i think...and possibly have a library-based radio show on our newly operational dawson city community radio station...but that might be waaaay too nerdy for life as we know it.
Moving sunday, so i will have a new phone number for you all not to call....can't....hardly...wait. I guess i should pack. And by pack i obviously mean sort through shit, find interesting things to get distracted by, and then hastily toss all my earthly possessions into garbage bags. Yep. That's the one.
That's not true. Well most of it isn't.
Did you know that the only people I liked in Victoria were from Saskatoon? This serves to re-affirm my belief that Saskatoon does have some sort of magic fertilizer that serves to produce fine crops of good-looking weirdos.
The same was not true in Vancouver, where I enjoyed the company of people from Vancouver itself, as well as Dublin and Ottawa, but my confidence is not shaken. Not much anyhow.
It snowed a shit load here today. Summer folk have already started to arrive and I think that the monumental dumping of exceptionally sticky snow was Dawson's way of saying "are you sure? no, no, really....are you suuuuurrrrrrre?". That or it was a sort of funeral rite for the very old husband tree who recently passed on. I am not great at estimating tree ages, but I do know that it takes an awful long time for trees to get big here and this one was fucking huge. It blew over. Snapped right at the base. I am very sad, but not so much for myself, for the tree's wife. See there were these two tree couples in town; one couple in front of the college and one in front of the museum. Both pairs were as old as could be and stood together, and both had, i felt a definite female and male. The ones in front of the museum leaned towards eachother, and they have probably seen everything that ever happened here. Now the boy tree is gone and I can only imagine how difficult it must be for her. She can probably see the couple in front of the college and i bet it makes her cry. Around the same time her husband blew over a very lonely goose started hanging around in the temporary lake in minto park. I think she must've lost her husband too. It is hard to walk past every morning. I can't think of anything comforting enough to say, so I mostly don't say anything at all.
I guess I'm babbling a bit, but it's not my fault, as there's nothing on tv. Really. I'm watching the Spokane news. I've concluded that Spokane has some of the ugliest people ever. There was a woman on tv with the smallest top-head and largest chin region I may have ever seen...like an upside down alien head. And now i've just spilled tea alllll over myself. Probably god's way of telling me not to make fun of the uglies in spokane. Whatever, god, i'm just telling it like it is. Sorry if i'm too real for you.
I had the pleasure of attending the Yukon College grad last night, and let me tell you I am damned proud of all my former etudiants. They are all now happily rocking their work placements, and it was delightful to see them all so excited. Plus a banquet you could set your watch to. And an appropriately timed booze-fest afterwards which would have been seamless were it not for some n'er-do-well interlopers from Atlin. Take it back to the provinces, Atlin attack, take it on back.
I still believe in sherpas, but i could easily be swayed to doubt. At any moment.
My last training day as a librarian tomorry. Then, on tuesday the 2nd of may, i go live and solo. Y'all reay for this? (Cue instrumental interlude)
I feel pretty okay about it, actually. I have a lot of hairbrained/hamfisted ideas, and with the assistance of some glorious assistants, i think we can make the summer programmes so so wicked and fun. I want to do some art shows in the wintertime there i think...and possibly have a library-based radio show on our newly operational dawson city community radio station...but that might be waaaay too nerdy for life as we know it.
Moving sunday, so i will have a new phone number for you all not to call....can't....hardly...wait. I guess i should pack. And by pack i obviously mean sort through shit, find interesting things to get distracted by, and then hastily toss all my earthly possessions into garbage bags. Yep. That's the one.