L., in Cranbrook for a week or two of work, sends back images of fall fashion -- plaid; camo -- on display at the local Giant Tiger franchise, "the biggest and best store in town." What is funny is that Giant Tiger is owned by perennial value investing poster child NWF.UN, the Northwest Company Fund, and has quietly been making Anodyne Inc. money for years.

(nb. awesome GT mascot above the exit sign, top left)

L. adds, "I want my 50 cents back for the mug I bought if you own the place. . . ."
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Stephen King's The Cannibals
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Garibaldi Park, yesterday afternoon.
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My current tools.
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I do not like your Mary Sues.
I do not like your crackhead muse.
Eve and Adam, Star Trek slash,
Tolkien ripoffs, pointless trash,
Prologues forty pages long,
Spelling every third word wrong.
I do not want to read this slush.
It’s all too much, my brain is mush!

(via dru)
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ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): Rembrandt van Rijn, Self Portrait, 1658. Frick Collection, NYC.
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Daniel Humm's Eleven Madison Park. L., Rose, Scat and I were recently treated with great kindness and attention by the staff over a surprisingly inexpensive lunch, the second-best meal I have ever eaten. Highlights: heirloom tomato salad; skate with golden raisins and almonds; marrow-crusted tenderloin; corn foam and slow-poached egg and farro.
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Roy Arden's Under The Sun
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Tangerine.
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Anthony Hernandez, Los Angeles Downtown #7, 1971



Anthony Hernandez, Landscapes For The Homeless #29, 1989-2007
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"I am an artist, I affirmed, ashamed."

(Misremembered -- psychically transposed -- William Carlos Williams)
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More Free.
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Lots of food for thought this morning.

(Image: Jeff Wall, Florist's Shop Window, Vancouver, 2008)
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"I am nervous and it is hard to put my thoughts together. Sometimes you don’t know what to say."
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Sunday's lunch: sourdough bread, generous Maille, sliced cooked Yukon Gold, more Maille, old cheddar, more bread.

And a nectarine.
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YVR --> JFK --> NYC (and return)

"AIRplane," says a fascinated Rose T. Cat.

Also: MOMA, Frick Collection, DIA Beacon, Nathan's Famous, Corton, Eleven Madison Park, "E" Train, Hudson River Valley, & etc.

Back in a week.
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Waste My Time, Please

It's the day before I leave for NYC and everyone through the door wants to mess with my head.

1.

LOST GUY: I'm looking for this book Trinity.

CJB: Any other information you can give me? Fiction? Non-fiction?

LG: It's by the author Y-U-R-I-S.

CJB: Sure. Leon Uris. Far wall, General Fiction, under "U."

LG: No, the author's name starts with Y. Like I said.

CJB: [deep breath]

CJB: Far wall, General Fiction. Under U.

LG wanders off. Plentiful sales. In the middle of one large complicated transaction, LG toddles back up to the counter.

LG: Yah, ya have it!

CJB [to paying customer]: $54.95, please.

LG: I SAID YA HAVE IT!

CJB: Do you mind? I'm in the middle of helping this fella.

LG [oblivious]: I said I KNOW YA HAVE IT NOW! But I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY!

CJB [accepting cash, counting back change to real customer]: Thanks very much for coming in today.

LG: What am I, FUCKIN' INVISIBLE TO YA?

CJB: Yes.

2.

YALETOWN GIRL: Do you have that book Dragon Tattoo?

CJB: Around the corner...mystery paperbacks...under Larsson.

[Book located]

YG: I'll have you know I usually don't read shit like this. It's for my book club!

3.

Totally Competent Part-Time Guy recently left for grad school in Ontario. All of TCP-TG's hipster friends, acquaintances, and various hangers-on promptly arrived seeking his hours, some bearing resumes, some hands-in-pockets, and some just unrelentingly straight-up mean. Like this guy:

CJB: Can I help you?

JOB HUNTER: Just wonderin' about [FORMER EMPLOYEE]'s hours.

CJB: Yes....?

JH: [FE] mostly worked weekdays, and that's good, 'cause it'd fit in with my schedule.

CJB: Yeah, but I'm not doing any hiring at the moment.

JH: Well you'll have to fill his hours, man. And I left a resume.

Alienating the boss has always struck me as a peculiar way of looking for work, but what do I know?
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"The worst part is that after the Cookie Monster struck, [the US] government went to war with the Fraggles, following a strong propaganda campaign."
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ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): John Latta, A Wall, 2009
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Courtesy Larry the forklift driver at Norcom Hydraulic Systems and Steven Tong.
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The swelling strains of the Boston Rag, tump-tump-tump of that flexible rubbery bass. Grey sky, wind and rain. Memories of camping with K. at Lund, rain soaking the tent overnight, Rose T. Cat and Scat elevated above the damp nylon floor in an improvised hammock made of an inverted wool yak herder's hat, earflaps and cords doubling as attachment points. Rain on the window, green leaves tossing beyond the blinds. L. sleeping beside me. The nonplussed cat, bored with this weather, asleep on top of the jewelery box under the bed at three o'clock in the morning. My friend Sam, co-founder of the Owl and The Pussycats hiking club, "off to see what the inside of a cloud looks like." The endless unfolding of the natural world. Orcas off the port bow on the entrance to Departure Bay. Silvery light on steel-grey sea. How could Second Life ever compete with this? No second life for me, just this rich present one. "It will be no excuse to an idle and untoward servant, one who would not attend his business by candlelight, to plead that he had not bright sunshine. The candle, that is set up in us, shines bright enough for our purposes. The discoveries we can make with this, ought to satisfy us: and we shall then use our understandings right, when we entertain all objects in that way and proportion, that they are suited to our faculties; and upon those grounds, they are capable of being proposed to us; and not peremptorily, or intemperately require demonstration, and demand certainty, when probability is only to be had." (John Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding).
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Just announced:

Oct 12 - Seattle WA - Paramount Theatre - Aja (Plus)
October 13 - Seattle WA - Paramount Theatre - The Royal Scam (Plus)
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