Sunday, September 25, 2005

i've lost a bag of stuff. it didn't matter so much before, but now i'm really started to miss it. it has a couple records, a file of Everything Important That I Needed This Week, and the assignment that's due the day before the AGM that i couldn't get an extension on, as well as the readings for that class, but it's also got the first book i've read for fun in a very long time. and that's what i'm missing the most.

i'm being given grief by everyone for not putting more work into whatever i'm doing with them. my prof told me that i can probably fit the paper into my weekend if i tried. lillian went on how she was going to have to do everything herself because i couldn't show up a half hour earlier on monday afternoon, and let me off the phone "so that you can get going on getting everything else ready for monday". cjsf keeps reminding me to come to the AGM on tuesday night. viff needs me tomorrow. sean tried to convince me to come out to Wolf Parade with him instead of selling him my ticket. i couldn't sleep at all last night because i was sick and feverish. my mom wants to know when i'm going to be in coquitlam and when we can get together for my birthday. there's still lots to do to get ready for the AGM on wednesday and very few people seem to be helping out. though if i ask anything of some people, i won't get any sort of response. and if i'm not working on it and finally doing something else someone starts asking me about the agm because apparently that's all that i'm for right now.

i'm fuckin sick and tired and hungry but don't know what to cook so i won't end up eating anything. maybe i don't want to talk about the agm for a day. maybe i don't want to write my assignment because i've been working on things until midnight every single day this week, and a fair amount before then and wouldn't mind just sitting for awhile. maybe i'm sick of people bitching on about how things won't work out when they don't actually do anything to try to make it work in the first place. maybe i'm tired of all the stupid gradeschool bullshit that's going on and all the people that think they're high and mighty and above it when they're just as much a part of the problem, and working damn hard to make sure that we can't just get along. maybe i'm pissed off that someone unwelcome is going to come by and read this and start whispering about it in their circle when they were never invited to come here in the first place.

all i want to do today is sit outside and read my book and not have to feel guilty that i'm not working on everything else. except that it's missing and i have no clue where else to look.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

for the first time ever, i tried to register for something, only to discover that "that username is taken".

this is horrible! for the first time since i began to use "whither" as my online name in when, 1996? 1995? it's been taken by someone else! now i'm not the only person out of millions who will be scrabbling for that name when i log in somewhere.

it was my first hotmail address. and one of the first BBS login names. i don't have any of the original accounts anymore, but every email address i got after then was "whither". jodi had recently introduced me to some BBS from north vancouver, and when i found a giant list of BBS phone numbers, it seemed like the phone-line world was my oyster. or something. i can't even remember the name of the one i frequented the most, though i think i still have a drawing and a photo from the people i met there. it was full of geeks who wanted to bring the Robert Jordan books to life. i was intrigued by one person's constant use of....of.......of elipses. his explanation was that he didn't like the finality that a period brought to a phrase, that he preferred for the thought to continue on. i jumped on his bandwagon for awhile, but now seeing dotdotdots between every few words gets annoying. though actually, if i do use them these days, it needs to be dot-space-dot-space-dot, just like in the peak. nicole trained me well!

at any rate. when i discovered lynx, and made my way to text-based hotmail, i needed a login name and my mind went blank. so i flipped through the dictionary and took the first word i saw -- almost. technically, what i saw was "wither". but that seemed so emo (even before i knew what that was . . . or did it even exist then?), and "whither" was a word that most people probably didn't know anyways, so whither it was. from then on, most every email, every scribble or blog, all were whither. the monty python reference with "whither, canada" was a fitting bonus. people thought it was neat. some people weren't so quick on the uptake and thought that it was so morbid and cool. (oh, emo!) it was never, ever taken by anyone else. whither was mine. whither was me. i loved it.

but now whither won't necessarily mean sarah anymore. oh, what a sad sad day. now i'm going to have to resort to more czech words, until they take over the english-speaking part of the internet as well.

you can send flowers, baked goods, and monetary offerings of pity and sorrow to my house. the wake will be announced later.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

rollerskatin' to buy groceries, rollerskatin' cross 12th ave, rollerskatin' with club soda, milk, and a honeydew melon, thank the lord for parked cars without car alarms when you need something to stop the forward momentum!

so last weekend was spent in seattle. just before leaving i realised that with the US dollar being a little weak, it would be the perfect time to buy my new camera. i didn't want to hold up the journey, though, but when i mentioned it to peter, all he said was "yes, buy the camera! you need it! caroliner! caroliner! caroliner!" and he chanted and raved away as i started having second thoughts about spending the weekend with him.

fortunately the camera was worth getting. and the pfestival was pfantastic. and the music was magnificent. and the weather was w.....good. and i learned what it's like being a vegan.....sorta. and the funhouse grew on me more and more. and there were vultures playing organs, and houses pushing buttons, and logs singing about their shadow, and people on rollerskates, and altered instruments, and tape recorders, and aubergines, and underwater meals, and birdcalls, and screams and yells and moans and beeps and whistles and rumbles. there were interviews, and indoor smoking, flying fish, suicide girl photoshoots, 80s pop, and much sarcasm. there was even a gir.

oh, and then there was caroliner.

more pictures from the shows are here.

sadly, we didn't get a shot of mr i-wanna-be-a-WA-statesman smoking a cigar next to granny waving an american flag at a busy intersection outside of seattle, as patriotic as can be. nor did we steal the campaign sign for port captain. but other than that, i can't complain about the weekend at all.

listen to signal to noise ratio, peter's show, sometime in the next few weeks, chances are you'll hear something of the past weekend then.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

"five years ago, would you ever have guessed that you'd be sprinting down blue mountain to catch the bus at 12:30 in the morning with me?" says devon.

definitely not.

going south for a music festival. i'm not sure if i'm going to love it or hate it. oh boy oh boy!

Monday, September 05, 2005

"With following software , your mobile phone will be very individualized and cool."

hurrah! thank you internet!