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home sweet nothings. a glass raised and one pound for every day i spent in the luxury of sweet summer vacationing.
on the way out to vancouver i watched "over the hedge" on the plane... a kid-ish cartoon about forest animals and hibernation habits /slash/ a mild and humourously digestable critical commentary on suburbanization and consumption. i got more out of the experience than i predicted. the entire soundtrack was, by the sounds of it, done by ben folds, and the closing credits were accompanied by a child-friendly version of "rockin the suburbs". not bad for in-flight entertainment. sharing the plane with me was what looked to be an entire football team of burley men sporting jerseys, baseball caps, and butchy haircuts to match the design and colour of their flourescent orange team logo. they harassed the staff, yelled at passengers, and got drunk off their bar service purchases. it eventually seemed like some sort of impromptu sky-high battle of the manliest, and outrageously they took the same flight as me back.
other notes from the trip include (one) i got mostly through knitting my finger gloves, which are turquoise and red striped with a white trim. jenna says they look like those tricoloured popsicles but i think they have more of an urban sailor appeal. pictures to come and (two) i got retsin over a suspension bridge, only to be reminded that i'm the one who's petrified of hights, she's the one skipping merrily past the cables... pictures to come and (three) charming company and tasty coffee to be found on sunny days on the drive and (four) we never made it to the island.
its good to be home. even to an empty house. even to festering urban anxieties. even to impending dental appointments.