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Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Mini-squash
Getting ready for the reunion, we lined two by two. Steph was excited, and was showing off for Trev. Even though there weren't many in attendance, we were eager to begin. I told Steph to lead the line and we would walk two by two to our destination. My partner was Michael Chichioco.
We exited onto the street, it was night time and everything glowed as if it had just rained. We crossed the road with solidarity. I saw a car coming and playfully held out my hand to stop them. The car didn't see us, and everyone in the line behind me was flattened.
I was in disbelief, six people were squashed and the car drove away. My sister was one of the six! I turned around and got on my hands and knees to search for survivors. The six were miniature now, encased in a black SUV that was smashed beyond recognition. They were shrinking faster and faster and my tears pummeled their tiny pancaked bodies. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, no answer.
Michael had run inside to get help and when he emerged he was Ben. He was going to flee the scene, saying "I'm moving to Canada." I tried to follow while dialing 911 again, saddened and on the edge of tears I replied "We already live there!" Dawn was near.
We exited onto the street, it was night time and everything glowed as if it had just rained. We crossed the road with solidarity. I saw a car coming and playfully held out my hand to stop them. The car didn't see us, and everyone in the line behind me was flattened.
I was in disbelief, six people were squashed and the car drove away. My sister was one of the six! I turned around and got on my hands and knees to search for survivors. The six were miniature now, encased in a black SUV that was smashed beyond recognition. They were shrinking faster and faster and my tears pummeled their tiny pancaked bodies. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, no answer.
Michael had run inside to get help and when he emerged he was Ben. He was going to flee the scene, saying "I'm moving to Canada." I tried to follow while dialing 911 again, saddened and on the edge of tears I replied "We already live there!" Dawn was near.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Bowden villa
After a party where Kate confessed she wanted to sell Relish to me, I hopped into the back of a van at dawn. Angie drove, and I was a passenger with Dave and a couple other girls he was courting. As we backed into the road, a green honda civic honked and braked hard not hit our rear bumper. Then I saw Leigh up the staircase across the back of the yard.
I jumped out of the van telling Dave to wait for me, and ran lightening speed up the stairs to my sister. She was with her boyfriend Ryan, outside the entrance to the villa.
This was the Bowden villa, on the edge of heaven. I saw my sister hugging my deceased grandfather, my uncle and my father. Other members of the Bowden clan were inside the glass house and my mother lay on the concrete near the entrance. I went to say goodbye to Leigh. For an instant I knew I was very close to my ancestors and as soon as I had the urge to open the door and go inside, I woke up.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Neutral, and friendly
The high school reunion took place on the white sandy beach of Venezuela. The turquoise water rolled in the breeze as my classmates from 10 years ago lined the beach and frolicked in the sunshine.
The school was transplanted from Quispam to this beach and stood out of place behind us, ominous like a prison but highlighted in the equatorial sun. The main lobby had been opened to the beach and others mingled inside with tropical drinks and exotic music.
I walked alone down the seaside and greeted people as I passed. Like it was when I was a student, I would nod and say "hi" as I went past, not really making contact with them but remaining neutral, and friendly.
After I did my rounds, I returned to the lobby and sat with Jenny Stewart and Jill Thompson behind the window. I congratulated the ladies on such a well organized event as we watched our classmates enjoying the beach.
Then out the window it was clear that Dale MacDonald was streaking butt naked across the beach. With nothing on but a giant smile, he jogged up one side and through the shallows, then back again. It cause a commotion and sounds of laughter erupted from all over.
Relaxed and still in her chair, Jenny asked "Why would he do that?"
There was a pause as we all watched his toned and tanned body splash through the water. It was a valid question but all I could say was "Why not?"
The school was transplanted from Quispam to this beach and stood out of place behind us, ominous like a prison but highlighted in the equatorial sun. The main lobby had been opened to the beach and others mingled inside with tropical drinks and exotic music.
I walked alone down the seaside and greeted people as I passed. Like it was when I was a student, I would nod and say "hi" as I went past, not really making contact with them but remaining neutral, and friendly.
After I did my rounds, I returned to the lobby and sat with Jenny Stewart and Jill Thompson behind the window. I congratulated the ladies on such a well organized event as we watched our classmates enjoying the beach.
Then out the window it was clear that Dale MacDonald was streaking butt naked across the beach. With nothing on but a giant smile, he jogged up one side and through the shallows, then back again. It cause a commotion and sounds of laughter erupted from all over.
Relaxed and still in her chair, Jenny asked "Why would he do that?"
There was a pause as we all watched his toned and tanned body splash through the water. It was a valid question but all I could say was "Why not?"
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Bowden Bridge @ Mitzi's
Canvas and boards for sale at Mitzi's Sister 1554 Queen St. W. from March 7 - April 4, 11. Drinks Friday March 11, 11!
Friday, March 4, 2011
=/\= 4lyfe
Embracing my greater geek and dreaming of road trippin' to Vegas for the Star Trek Convention.cc; google images
Radio pictures, Burlesque, Real tests
I was taking a photography class on the sandy ocean beach. There were other students facing south towards a teacher, listening tentatively to his interesting lecture. He was a great man.
The waves were crashing and the sun set behind wispy clouds. Bold colours of black sea with white caps, orange and pale blue sky with pink clouds took our attention. All students pivoted in their seats westward, towards the setting sun. We were in California.
As our last activity, the teacher handed out cameras and we were to photograph the scene before us. He gave them to us, one by one, all shapes and formats. But when he got to me, all that was left was a radio.
"How am I supposed to take a picture with this?" I asked, rather agitated that I wasn't given the same opportunity as the others. It was an old transistor radio after all, not meant to record anything.
As the old man teacher came towards me to assist, I pointed the radio at the sun and turned the knobs in hopes to capture something. He told me to photograph with my eyes and use the radio to complement the composition, my imagination will carry me through.
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I left the class rather upset, I wanted to photograph the sunset but all I had was an image in my mind paired with static from the radio. I felt sad and wanted to retreat to an isolated place in the school, to be alone.
I went up to the 5th floor thinking it would be quiet, but two random women lost in the school complex followed me. Once through the doors, it was obvious all the dancers were rehearsing for a burlesque show, pressed against each other in their feathers and head pieces.
I walked straight through the corridor and back outside as quickly as possible. Scene change.
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Later in the city, I found Molly and we went shopping for new boots.
After we wore our purchases out, we walked together back to school. Her boyfriend Vince walked ahead of us. He was wearing light blue dock martin boots which I loved, but he walked off-kilter and I remarked to Molly that I thought he was a bit strange. She agreed.
"Let's walk through the park and put the test to our boots." She suggested, and we cut through some trees to a garden. She went around one way and I went the other, finding puddles to step in as we ventured through shrubs and flowerless flower beds. At the other side, we discovered a flood.
The school had become a lodge on the far end of a black lake, hidden in tall spruce trees that glowed in sunlight. "Here's the real test." I said and swung my book-bag around to my back. Thank god I left my computer home. Stepping into the water, I could feel the wet seeping into my boots and soaking up my jeans. "I'm gonna have to go home after this Molly."
As we submerged into the water to swim across to the school, the lake became a pool, cyan chlorine blue with clear water.
Then a text message from Molly woke me up.
The waves were crashing and the sun set behind wispy clouds. Bold colours of black sea with white caps, orange and pale blue sky with pink clouds took our attention. All students pivoted in their seats westward, towards the setting sun. We were in California.
As our last activity, the teacher handed out cameras and we were to photograph the scene before us. He gave them to us, one by one, all shapes and formats. But when he got to me, all that was left was a radio.
"How am I supposed to take a picture with this?" I asked, rather agitated that I wasn't given the same opportunity as the others. It was an old transistor radio after all, not meant to record anything.
As the old man teacher came towards me to assist, I pointed the radio at the sun and turned the knobs in hopes to capture something. He told me to photograph with my eyes and use the radio to complement the composition, my imagination will carry me through.
************************************
I left the class rather upset, I wanted to photograph the sunset but all I had was an image in my mind paired with static from the radio. I felt sad and wanted to retreat to an isolated place in the school, to be alone.
I went up to the 5th floor thinking it would be quiet, but two random women lost in the school complex followed me. Once through the doors, it was obvious all the dancers were rehearsing for a burlesque show, pressed against each other in their feathers and head pieces.
I walked straight through the corridor and back outside as quickly as possible. Scene change.
************************************
Later in the city, I found Molly and we went shopping for new boots.
After we wore our purchases out, we walked together back to school. Her boyfriend Vince walked ahead of us. He was wearing light blue dock martin boots which I loved, but he walked off-kilter and I remarked to Molly that I thought he was a bit strange. She agreed.
"Let's walk through the park and put the test to our boots." She suggested, and we cut through some trees to a garden. She went around one way and I went the other, finding puddles to step in as we ventured through shrubs and flowerless flower beds. At the other side, we discovered a flood.
The school had become a lodge on the far end of a black lake, hidden in tall spruce trees that glowed in sunlight. "Here's the real test." I said and swung my book-bag around to my back. Thank god I left my computer home. Stepping into the water, I could feel the wet seeping into my boots and soaking up my jeans. "I'm gonna have to go home after this Molly."
As we submerged into the water to swim across to the school, the lake became a pool, cyan chlorine blue with clear water.
Then a text message from Molly woke me up.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
3-3-11
March boy, revisited. Were those buds on the trees or just my imagination? Lyfe is full, struggles, triumphs, love, hairballs. Stress turning my hair gray, trying to get the shields up but this starship is on a mission. Sister was in town and I love her. She took this sexy picture of me at the colosseum.
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