Anodyne
Saturday, October 03, 2009
 

All Day Saturday (& Holidays Too)!
 

ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): PIZZA CAKE, by Vancouver artist/baker Lyndsay Sung (with tutorial)
 

Further to Wednesday's photographs of eastern Garibaldi Park under the snow: I've been begging off rainy hiking and climbing trips since last year, owing to a lack of proper gear. Last Monday Dru sent me to the Arc'teryx outlet store, in a nondescript industrial storage park just east of the Second Narrows Bridge, where I found a long-sleeved knit wool shirt, and a cosmetically flawed candy apple red Gore-tex jacket, and then, later, at the North Vancouver Mountain Equipment Co-Op, a pair of black Gore-tex pants.

Tuesday morning set rainfall records all over the Lower Mainland. Mad Owl Woman and I drove up the retooled Sea-to-Sky Highway in my Taurus wagon, its ancient wipers scraping furiously away at the mixed rain and sleet battering the windshield. Out of the car in the Cheakamus Lake parking lot, the rain a little lighter now, struggling into our boots and gaiters and Gore-tex, and then off down the trail.

Nine and a half hours later we were back at the car, the last forty-five minutes in the dark. Mixed rain and snow the whole day. I was mostly dry and warm in my new outfit, and oddly content: happy that my new gear had performed as advertised; happy that we had gotten out despite full-on winter conditions; happy that the next six months are not going to involve sitting at home staring at the window at the fog-bound North Shore mountains, dreaming of spring.
Friday, October 02, 2009
 

Expedition 21 Soyuz rollout
 

CJB [via email]: Hey L.! What's your address up in Cranbrook? I have a gift to send you.

L.: Your fine-ass self?

CJB: No, it's a book.

L.: Oooh, oooh, is it the new autobiography Walt: My Life In Dildos? Or The Other Guy: I Wear My Sunglasses At Night (On Stage)? Do I have to read them before the 12th to get the context of their music?

CJB: Aw damn, it's Todd Sweet's critical biography, Steely Dan: Reelin' In The Years. You got me. What could be better bedtime reading than track-by-track accounts of the recording sessions?

L.: The Law of Vendor and Purchaser?

Starhawk: A Prophet In the Kitchen? (learn to make your favorite soul food!)

I Was a Teenage Sanitary Engineer?

Paris: the Life and Loves of a Stupid Spoiled Whore? (the autobiography)

An 1892 census of Sault Ste. Marie? (without illustrations)

Kid Charlemagne: 50 Botany Professors Discuss The Inspiration For Their Work?
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
 

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. . . ."
 
Stephen King's The Cannibals
 



Garibaldi Park, yesterday afternoon.
Monday, September 28, 2009
 





My current tools.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
 
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)
 

ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): Rembrandt van Rijn, Self Portrait, 1658. Frick Collection, NYC.
 

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.
 

Roy Arden's Under The Sun
 

Tangerine.
 

Anthony Hernandez, Los Angeles Downtown #7, 1971



Anthony Hernandez, Landscapes For The Homeless #29, 1989-2007
 





"I am an artist, I affirmed, ashamed."

(Misremembered -- psychically transposed -- William Carlos Williams)

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