and now for something a little less cynical. just a little.

**but first, blogger's pissing me off. i posted the below, and then i
couldn't just add the pictures, they somehow ousted the whole text. and
to really get me confused the body of my post on the editing page is not
coming up as a text field let alone actually displaying the words i'm
trying to edit...so here, for like the fourth time i've tried to publish
this shit, is my blog entry for today...**

i'm feeling better than i was last month...nine days in the boreal forest
seems to be all i needed to be convinced that it's not really me that's
all fucked up, it's just all this shit that we've built up around
ourselves...

so let's see...some fun things to write to:
the return of my lover,
DamnFancy3,
the boreal forest, and
natural selection.

twenty fingers and toes painted!!!
for the last twenty days susan and i have been painting one finger or toe
nail every day in keeping track of the number of sleeps left before we see
each other. we've not been together in 4 1/2 months, we're hopelessly in
love, and she lands in edmonton at 11:10 tonight! YAY!!
we're nervous. i think it's going to be really good though, and i hope
that we don't have to much trouble finding an open, respectful, and honest
place with eachother.

moving on...DAMN FANCY 3!!
if all went well there are the best fire-spinning pictures of me i've ever
seen posted up with this entry...my friend jason had a party at his
rooftop flat above whyte avenue a couple of weeks ago. "the music was
perfect. the jam was a success!!" photo credits go to jamara with some
colour touch-up by ken.

a few days after the party, i went to a little piece of land 15 min. north
of edson, ab., where a gentle soul has a super-insulated, off-grid cabin
with solar and wind power, no running water, and a composting toilet. i
helped do work on a couple different sustainable building projects, and
was overtaken by the silent power of our mama. that's when i realized
that i'm ok. take me out of the shit and i stop feeling shitty...who
knew? the forest is really amazing out there. there's a great grey owl
that hunts on the land most days...i'm still full of wonder. with a
little creative organizing, i think stints out there will pay my bills
here for the summer.

and finally, a little on natural selection.
the mobs of "oilers fans" that barf onto the scene on whyte avenue after
the games with all their rage and fear have members who like to hang off
power lines and climb into precarious positions storeys and storeys above
the rest of the drooling duds...this of course is nothing new in this age
where the ad industry has learned to feed our sadness while convincing us
that happiness lies in buying, things, leading to misunderstood,
misdirected outburst at any available opportunity.
back to the duds...two examples:
man passes out behind a parked car in someones driveway only to be rudely
awoken (several hours later, apparently) by said car running over him as
the unsuspecting driver forgot to check for dudes under his car before he
drove to work... and...
man ateempts to cross a street hand-over-handing it from a power line. he
falls.
i think these things should go on unabated.
I've been out after three playoff games now and we usually grab donald's
drums and make beats till our hands ge too swollen...the first night we
made a lot of $$ and people were happy. it's getting progressively less
profitable and harder to even make people cheer for the oilers. i think
the novelty has worn off and now the games are just an excuse to go get
shitfaced in the street. we left after someone tried to burn the shopping
cart. the phone booth was in the bigger fire half a block down...

guess that's it for now,
be well.

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banksy on fame:
The time of getting fame for your name on its own is over. Artwork that
is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame
is a by-product of making something that means something. You don't go to
a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.