Anodyne
Friday, January 16, 2009
 

Are family responsibilities overwhelming you?
Is work causing undo [sic] anxiety?
Do you become depressed for no apparent reason?
Have you ever been affected by panic attacks?
Is there some behavior you feel helpless to change?
Do you have trouble sleeping?
Do you feel you are drowning in money issues?
Do everyday matters get to be too much for you?

Everything is going to be all right!

(via L., via hospital daytime television)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
 

ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): US Airways Hudson River plane crash iPhone photo by Janis Krums
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
 





Via cascadeclimbers.com -- awesome tale of piloting a homebuilt motorized kayak katamaran up stormy, sheer-sided Knight Inlet in order to haul 90+ lb. packs of corn nuts, Fritos, and climbing gear up into a hostile landscape full of crevasses, avalanches, and misdescribed "walking routes" up remote peaks.

"The outrigger kayak we found on Craigslist for $40. It's obvious why it was $40. It was a poorly built home built job. We had to fix it up to make it strong enough. It had been folded in half already. . . .Some epoxy and glass cloth fixed that problem. You can't even get in the cockpit. We took a standard Pygmy Cockpit cover and placed it over the smaller 'outrigger' kayak then put a doubled strap around it for a seal. Connected the kayaks together with 2" Stainless Steel tubing that we had picked up from a junk yard who knows when. The outrigger kayak has a piece of garbage bow on it and splashes like crazy, but it was cheap. Looking for a replacement. It's no fun getting a continuous face full of sprayed water in choppy conditions.

The whole thing bolts together with 6 bolts. . . ."
 


Travel update: after contemplating two weeks trapped in a small car with me, the cats, and Donald Fagen and Walter Becker, L. decided that "emergency gall bladder surgery" sounded a lot better, and promptly checked herself into the hospital. Needless to say, I'll be around until further notice.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
 

The Things You Think Are Precious I Can't Understand

L. contemplates two weeks trapped in a CD-equipped car with me and The Dan, and spot-improvises:

Am I bleeding from the ears?
Are you mucking up my mind?
Are you listenin' to my sneers?
Leave the Steely Dan behind. . . .
Monday, January 12, 2009
 



Gearing up for two weeks' shooting in the States with L. and the cats. Special bonus prize for any Constant Readers who correctly guess the undisclosed destinations pictured above before I go.

(Hint: think of Thomas Harris' Barney Matthews, Hannibal Lecter's Vermeer-loving orderly, who plans a world tour to see every extant painting. Or Vija Celmins' stones.)
 

ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): Anthony Hernandez, Automotive Landscapes #35b, 1979-1985. Courtesy Christopher Grimes Gallery.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
 
Flat January light through the door, a brighter grey out over the ocean. Dirty remnant snow still receding at the curb, leaving a tide-line of soggy cigarette filters, gum wads, and corrugated cardboard cup holders. Steady procession of folks through the door with unsaleable books. The usual suspects: the BC Health Guide, Lawrence Sanders, manky "illustrated" kids' books produced in Vietnamese animation sweatshops and bulk-remaindered over at Bookland in the mall.

Two tweens dressed like 1980s hookers (teased-out hair; tube tops; leggings) and their frantic harried mom carry in box after box of totally trashed self-help, Gossip Girl sequels, travel guides and assorted wadded-up airline reading, some of it still damp from apparently sitting out overnight in the rain.

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