Bears are sexy beasts

Well, well, well. Here I am in Algonquin Park. Kilometre 14.5. I have just been told by my PStore Fairy Godmother that the gift shop (in which I work) did very well today. Maybe it has to do with all the porno bear figurines that we sell everyday. Those things are dirty! Kinkier than you'd think. Anyway, tonight's plan is to sit with Krista and drink lots of beer while she attends to her laundry at the upper residence. The laundry appliances in Lower don't work. And the kitchen has no cold water. And somebody singed their eyebrows off trying to fix the bloody dryer. But, hey, it's still a fun place. I just want the hell out of gift shop. KYRA WILL SMACK!

Emily Haines be Googled

I was reading a review at Pitchfork on Broken Social Scene and Emily Haines was mentioned. Having no idea of who this woman is, I thought I'd look her up. Apparently everybody who writes about her art sees her talent along very similar lines. Check this out --
-->"Emily Haines' chameleon warble"
-->"Emily Haines' seething vocals"
-->"Emily Haines' melting alto"
-->"the soaring vocals of Emily Haines"
-->"the the luscious vocals of Emily Haines"
At least this guy managed to put more than two words between her name and the ensuing descriptors with "Emily Haines teases out all the suffocating peer-dependent loneliness of teenage-girlhood, capturing a kind of heartbreaking solipsistic neediness".

Bon Voyage, Jerry

Went to Jerry's going away party on Friday. Decided that Stella Artois smells like weed. Pinky swore to share a place in Vancouver with Dan if he ever moves out there. Met a guy named Richard who teaches middle school and snorts coke. Ordered hot and sour soup and spring rolls at New Sky on Spadina with Dan afterward. Was very impressed to learn that the restaurant stays open until 5 in the morning. Also learnt that "cold tea" can mean beer. C-o-f-f-e-e...b-e-e-r. Took a 17 dollar cab ride home. Got home shortly after four. Answered the phone at nine twenty something.

Holga, ya?
Took in my first roll of 120mm film to LabLighting on Queen on Friday afternoon. Will have the prints on Tuesday. Hope they work out. I bought more film, b/w this time.

This Afternoon

I like the way the rain makes everything feel so alive and re-connected. The sounds of running, falling water adds a vital, syncopated rhythm to the urban score. I've never heard anyone complain about the sound of rain. At the same time, watching the water drop on so much hard ground is saddening when you start to think about it. Puddles form where there is no grass, no earth, no natural water course to join. Instead of leaves and root systems to use and administer the downfall, there are rooves and sewers to move it away. And if the rain keeps falling like it is, the sewers will exceed their capacity, and overflow into the Lake. The rain finally making its way back to the water body, but bringing all of our shit along with it. It's the destruction of Lake Ontario using an ant trap method. We allow the rain to use these sewer systems that are filled with our poisons, contaminating that water and then, in turn, the body of water it eventually becomes part of.

I have a bit of head ache right now. I'm pretty sure its due to the day's weather system. Which is actually sort of comforting. It's proof of still being a true part of the natural environment. Not that I need a headache to be aware of this...but you know, it's a warning that I think a lot of us need. I wish more people in Toronto (and the rest of the province, country, world) would get more headaches. Maybe our arrogance/ingnorance levels would taper off a bit.