Sunday, September 07, 2008

for the next while (read, as i remember/have time to) i'm posting my dreams up here. because i've been having a lot of them lately, and most of them are weird/awesome/ridiculously detailed. my sister once admitted to me that she read my secret dream-journal that i kept under my bed. she apologised, but went on to say that she never had dreams like that and that they're fascinating. i just figured everyone's were like that. course, when it comes to writing them, it's not like they're going to make much sense. or be well-written. they may not even be linear. but that's the joy of dreams.

i still haven't decided whether to be pissed off at her for reading through my journals or not.

so. two now, because i forget the ones from a few days before, save the nightmares -- snippets:
- bec's alex filling me up with petrol (gas) through a little spigot in my hip (it felt gross)
- white angles upon angles upon angles coming at me obsessively

evening in vancouver (though no part of vancouver i've ever seen before), watching a bunch of folks (almost all 9-year-old kids, roughly speaking, save damon and ray) who are playing bike polo on a tennis court, minus the polo mallets and minus the bicycles, and with a soccer ball instead of a polo ball. but it's still polo! and damon and ray are kinda taking over the game without realising it, bodychecking the kids and such. but pat's cheering them on from behind me (wearing hot pink and a cap -- she wears it well).

ivana and ian (strangely still together) are at an apartment nearby, so i go over and visit for awhile. but it's kinda tense. talk with ian about the Remakers, these creatures, for lack of a better term, that take on the shape/body of whatever they come in contact with. one shows up, in a piece of sandpaper, and tries to become human-shaped, but falls out of it pretty quickly (moving like the water-creature from the abyss, taking up a shape and melting out of it smoothly). moves over to black construction paper (the sandpaper's placed on it) but same thing. so it's placed onto a baby in a pram, and the baby becomes the Remaker. or the Remaker becomes the baby. not entirely sure which way it goes. it seems relatively normal, but ian and i are talking about how sometimes it'll leave its host the way it found it, and other times it sort of devours it and you're pretty much lost once it take you. i'm not entirely sure why they're around, or what they're trying to do. it's not a scary prospect, but it's an unpleasant thought.

i leave and head back. noah's around taking photos (of course). but while he's taking pictures beside me, i suddenly notice he gets taken on by a Remaker. sort of stuns quiet and then noah's obviously gone, just his shape's there beside me. and it turns and tells me that they need to use my body, there's just no other way. i'm none too keen on the idea, but sort of sigh and realise it's true, and the last thing i remember is its hot breath coming down towards my neck or shoulders, some slurpy sounds, feeling a drip or two of saliva...and then i wake up. not in terror. vague ickiness. but i wouldn't call it a nightmare.

julie and will have had a baby. that's the last thought of will. came over to meet the baby, turns out it's super intelligent and already talking and we hit it off. most people don't realise baby's intelligent though, so it's sort of my little secret. i tuck the baby back under the couch like the blue one currently in our living room, and head off to go to a cafe of a sort for a hot chocolate. by the time i get back, it's been 3 years or so and now i'm at a tall building, a headquarters of some sort of governing agency. julie's died, which is just known. baby's still a baby, but it rules this kingdom, whatever it is. and what most people don't realise is that i'm pretty much second-in-command, and make all of baby's decrees happen in reality. and i get the sense that if this was more developed, there'd be some cross-time-dimensional love affair going on or something.

as i'm standing at the elevator waiting for it to arrive (nice white walls, good and pristine, lots of buttons around) someone who may or may not be alec baldwin shows up. he knows i've got access to push those buttons and change the notices of who's in power (because apparently it's dependent on some big sign up in the sky somewhere) and though i try to fight it, he coerces me into doing it, and forces me into the elevator when it arrives, holding me captive.

i'm still pretty serene through all of this though, even when a few of his cronies show up off another floor. but suddenly, in this bright, all-white-and-chrome elevator, this super-tall, slender, bald black guy shows up. there's a sort of "poof" to his appearance, though it's not like a smoky entrance or anything, he's just there, and as he appears it's like a white horizontal curtain zips out across the elevator, putting a barrier between evil alec baldwin and his buddies and us two. we duck into a hole on the side of the elevator as the curtain disappears and keep quiet.

alec baldwin et al look around but can't find us. there's a couple kids that they have with them that also look around, and look into the hole past the few curtains that hide us from them, and one little girl reaches in and knows we're in there. but she tells them all there's nothing there and they all exit the elevator.

once they're gone i change back the notices of who's in charge, and that's when i wake up.

Friday, April 11, 2008

look! i have a home!

there's a possum living in our roof. i've been told that they'll just hang out and you'll hear them walking around, but it's not going to start chewing into the walls or breeding like mad or destroying the house. and it's probably better that we keep hearing it move, because that means it's alive, not rotting in a corner.

it's our own little pet that we never see or touch. haven't named it yet, but soon.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

man, gardening sucks!
or not. but it's a lot harder than it seemed planting seeds in moist paper towels back in grade 1.

finally found a yoga studio that i think makes me happy, thanks to d. damn difficult to find a studio that had reasonable drop-in rates (if any drop-ins at all) that seemed laid back enough. and this one's got yummy 2-hour sessions.

today, for the first time, i think i'm actually feeling like exploring. more so than i was last week. maybe jet lag really is that much worse going the full distance (and crossing seasons) and even if you're not just tired, it still throws you. so i'll go steal wireless from the library to upload more taipei pics, and then i'll just wind up somewhere today.

also, it's finally back to summery weather, no more of this cloudy and cold crap. huzzah!

yes, my mind's scattered today. ::shrugs::

Saturday, April 05, 2008

damon's emptying boxes!
it'll take a few weeks. but if it's been started, it'll likely continue.

bike should be fixed by tomorrow, that'll be convenient (one of the brakes got buggered up in the flight and even though damon's got lots of bikes, the frames are all slightly bigger than i feel riding).

we're going for indian for the fourth day in a row. it's all chance, really, but pretty soon i might start to figure we're in india. except the tamed-down, non-spicy version.

...just like damon! or not.

jetlag's nearly done with, i suspect my aussie holiday'll begin then. once i have a sorted out house.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

i almost have a phone!
but i won't have it until next week, because i need some extra aussie ID that i won't have until next week.
and then i'll have a phone!

which is more exciting because it's gonna be a skype phone, which means i can call folks' skype accounts, and they can call me from theirs, and it's pretty much free/cheap worldwide! to a degree, of course. but it's still exciting. and i'll be locked in a contract, but that extra ID will make it so's it's only for a year anyways, so everything works out perfect.

so if i don't already have you as a contact on skype, add me (whither, of course), or email me with your account name. and maybe by next week i can say hi!

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

i be in melbourne!

and the jet lag really isn't all that bad. i mean, it's there a little, but it's really quite bearable. i don't know if it's the fact that we flew "all night" and then woke up in taipei, spent a day, and then flew "all night" again and landed in sydney 9 hours later around 9am, so it's almost sorta realistic, or if it's the homeopathic "JET LAG" stuff damon found. either way, i'm crashing a little earlier and waking up at 7, but i'm actually quite alright with that pattern.

taipei was awesomely friendly and charming. very very wet. but like tropical rains (which meant torrential at times, but not always) so it was actually pretty warm and pleasant. just wet. made us appreciate finding the 101 mall all the more. went to the top of the tallest building. much like nyc, i was surprised how not-large it felt. but when we were on the plane taking off and the infoscreen on the plane said we'd reached 508m (the height of the 101 building), that was still actually pretty high up. i think i just have these ideas of the jetsons world, with everything so so very high up it's punctured the atmosphere. but we're not really there yet. not quite.

yesterday was beautifully sunny and warm (but it gets cool in the evenings), but woke up today and it's all cloudy. forecast is for storms. s'windy as hell and AWESOME.

we're living in the small house that's just across the way from damon's parents' place. it's not the prettiest place in the world (ours), but it's not bad. nothing some creative decorating won't fix. right now, though, the doors don't mean a lot, it sometimes feels like we're just living down the hallway in their house. but it's the first week, hopefully it'll die down, and if it doesn't, then damon gets to talk to his parents and explain that we'd kinda like to act like we live in two separate houses, even though our door's 10m away from their front door.

we live in a neighbourhood that i guess is akin to kerrisdale in terms of its fanciness, and also its distance from vancouver. damon says it's 6km from the downtown centre, seemed further on the tram, but trams always move a little slower than bikes anyways. so it feels a little suburban around here in the sense that it feels kinda far away from things, but after a week i'm sure it'll feel closer, once i know where things are (sorta).

getting used to looking the proper direction when crossing the street. slowly. but i keep finding myself expecting british accents to come out of folks' mouths when they talk. the aussie accent's throwing me.

can't set up the computer i work on my photos with yet, waiting for a screen, but once i've got that there'll be flickr photos up from the trip here. maybe today i'll start taking pictures of melbourne.

still have not seen a koala, or a kangaroo, or a wallaby, or an echidna, or any of those creatures. did see bats the first night, though. it was like watching the stream of crows that fly overhead in east van every night...except that they were giant fat bats. THRILLS!

Monday, March 24, 2008

packing packing packing.
it's kinda crazy around here right now.
very messy. uncovering dust bunnies that could eat your soul.
funny how a room seems so much cleaner until you move the furniture -- it's not like there's any more or less dust in there afterwards, you're just suddenly a lot more aware of it.

solomon moves to coquitlam tomorrow. i'm sad. very.
on the plus side, dinner with ridiculous innuendo and arguments about faith and science and horrendous acts of frightening makes things fun in the meantime.
as does brunch tomorrow morning, huzzah!

new york city trip photos are slowly being uploaded on flickr. they'll likely be up by the end of the week, one sub-folder at a time. wait until saint patrick's day pictures. those ones have the gem in 'em.

bedtime. should probably go shut the van door as well.

Monday, March 17, 2008

it has been pointed out that if i didn't post today, i'd pass the two-month point of no new blog posts.

thankfully tavie gave me a warning at (b/l)runch. so here we go:

i am going to melbourne! i'll be arriving there in just over two weeks. the amount of packing and organising i have yet to do is frightening. i need to make a list of everything i need to print off at work (stealing their printers) so that i can do it this week, before i quit. i need to update so many addresses, make sure paperwork's in order with my parents, everything.


in the meantime i'm prancing about in new york city. with rebecca, until today. which made it that much more enjoyable (because things are always more fun when you can mock it with someone else you know). and what made it even better is that damon's friend lent me a bike, which is awesome and amazing and red and rusted and just the right tiny size and a super companion and has let me figure out the layout and makeup of this town better than anything else could, and i love my little red bike!

(too bad i have to return it tomorrow.)

this is what i've learned about the city, then:

- it is old. it is falling apart. the streets are in miserable disrepair. maybe it's just the harsh winters. but i've never come across so many potholes and cracks and bumps, ever.

- traffic rules and signs are merely a suggestion. no one follows rules, but no one expects anyone else to follow them, so everyone's that much more aware of what's happening around them, so even though i wind up having taxis nose in right up to me because they want to turn, or nearly wind up side-swiped by them while they pass someone, i know that they see me, and i know that although they'd damn close, at least they know i'm there and they're conscious of that. unlike vancouver drivers. who are completely oblivious, and are paying no attention, and are much more likely to hit me because it never crossed their mind that the biker they passed a half-block back would have caught up to them by the time they hit the intersection.

- although people don't signal much more here than they do in vancouver. maybe it's a north american thing.

- i can almost pull off swanky dining. almost. but i still dip my finger in things and eat sugar that's out there for the coffee. i have refrained from making the glasses sing so far. my sister's better at acting classy than i am though.

- my polo skills, what little i had, have not entirely disappeared. and i like the rules here better. and i like the fact that there's so many newbies present. very much like it.

- it's no lie. american food portions are ridiculously large.

- my hotel is a castle full of Important People, judging them by their shoes and suits, and by how loudly they talk on their cell phones in the lobby.

- i didn't know that i could eat such expensive food, only to figure that it'd be better if it had just come out of my own fridge and oven.

- times square really isn't all that exciting. at all. i don't get it.

- contrary to what tv and film and urban tales will imply, i haven't felt unsafe anywhere yet, except for one brief moment when i realised i'd suddenly biked from an swanky area of town into what's possibly the poorest area. which for a moment was worrisome. until i realised that it's kinda like hastings and main, but with fewer drugs -- just the poverty. and realised that just like hastings and main, it's perfectly find so long as you're minding your own business. which isn't hard to do on a bike.

- i will never be able to curse as eloquently as new yorkers. this may be a good thing, or something to lament.

- people actually do have that bronx accent in real life, it's not just a thing they do in the movies for kicks. and those people wind up at the same swanky restaurants lisa does.

- nonsense nyc is one of my best discoveries (thank you tracie) out of my whole trip. not to know what i'm missing out on when i'm not here, but to realise everything that could be possible wherever i am. and if i can't seek it out, then i should start it. especially the spelling bee nights -- hot damn!

- hotel beds suck balls. so does air conditioning.

- evergreens are really, really nice. especially when you don't have them around.

- sunday morning is always a good time for: making a movie with your high school buds; learning how to fence; practicing a mock-battle in renaissance clothing (separate from the previous one); tai chi; jogging like a maniac; dressing like a cop and telling people not to take pictures for no reason whatsoever; sitting in hotel lobbies in your pj's and bare feet checking to see if your day's plans have changed.

- ferry rides are far more exciting when the ferry is orange. no seriously.

- things here aren't as big as i expected. which is not to say they're not big. but because i expected everything to be huge and claustraphobia-inducing, i'm actually surprised how not-huge they all are.

- it must be a new yorker thing to be appalled at the thought of someone sitting down on the floor to take a photograph. how shocking.

- brooklyn is definitely a favourite so far. and not just because that's where i learned more than i ever knew about the history of the supermarket.

- i like nyc. maybe not to live. but i'd come back here again.

in the meantime, if there's one thing that i Should Do in NYC before leaving (tuesday noon-ish), email me and let me know, quick quick quick! i will gladly do something so that you might live vicariously through me, provided it doesn't cost more than you're willing to reimburse me for (if i needed to ask for it), and i can't think of much else that i Had To Do in NYC. there wasn't a big list to begin with, anyways. but suggestions are always welcome.

(hah! tavie! i'm saved!)

Thursday, January 17, 2008

today agnes gave me a terrific whack upside the head. and since then, i've been busy with the picky details, and finally feeling like i'm managing to let things go. and then we watched picnicface sketches. i miss mark and late-night peak production nights.

we should have gone for lunch so long ago.