Flying back tonight, HAPPY 2011!!!

Snow Fire

Bonfire in the snow, these are the best.

Search for the pit, hit miss, hit miss hit hit hit. Dig out, dig dig dig. Mom and Dog help. Dig dig dig. Path from path, through drift thick, layer. Nightfall, star sky. Base down, plank by plank. Cardboard box, kindling, ignite. Battle, wind blow, battle, flames glow, battle, hot coals. Small wood, big wood, FIRE GOES! Thanks to my darlings Leigh Bowden, Michelle Brewer, Brent Dawes, Joanna Bryson, Chris Leveille, Matt Ross and Jenny O'Reilly for fire in the snow!!

Doing the Dishes in my Bed

We had moved the after party of the bonfire up to my bedroom. We were talking about our past dreams from that night but I had difficulty recalling mine. I laid down.

I started doing the dishes in my bed, speaking to Joanna about our new arrangement at home. "If you cook you don't have to clean." I said as I rinsed out a bowl. There was a faucet at the foot of the bed, but no drain. The water spilled onto the covers and the mattress, but I didn't mind.

I noticed Michelle was getting louder as she drank and smoked cigars at my dresser which was set up like a bar. I suggested we go downstairs so we wouldn't wake up my mom.

At the top of the stairs I whispered "Happy Birthday" to Michelle and she let out a huge laugh. I grabbed her arm and escorted her downstairs. She was drunk.

Into the kitchen we arrived. Matt sat on a bench that was in front of the door to the basement. I pulled the button of his pants up to his belly button and made it jiggle. We all laughed. This was quickly interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

White Boxing Day

Everything was green when I landed, right through until the afternoon of the 26th. A green Christmas. The best. Then the Nor'Easter. Nothing says maritimes quite like it. 12 inches in 12 hours. C'est la vie. xoxo

My Sister

My sister was driving the biggest FedEx truck I had ever seen, naturally and with confidence. I decided to come to work with her that day because I wouldn't see her again for a while. She was driving and I was stationed on top of the truck. It was like being on a steamship, on the lookout for icebergs. High above the street I could see for miles but despite the distance I could easily hear my sister talking about her life. Her job, her relationship, her home. She weaved with ease in and out of traffic, her tires were larger than a monster trucks, and even though I had anxiety I could tell she knew what she was doing.

A large flower planter was my purse

Waiting for our plane, my sister and I had many bags. We were watching the aircraft come and go from three airports around the intersection at which we waited.

A large double decker plane in distress came into view and we watched a smaller plane fly with it near the engine in an attempt to put out the flames. Winding around we could tell the plane was going to land at the airport closest to us. As it came down heavy and hard, the landing gear did not release and it skidded down the runway out of view. Cars chased it with hoses, sirens blaring, sparks everywhere. I went to the end of the runway and took a few photographs but then the wind blew sparks and ash into my face.

I turned away to find my sister but she was gone. I grabbed all of my bags and hers, including a large flower planter which was my purse. Heavy, but confident, I found my sister in a coffee shop across the street. She looked up at me and smiled, thankfully took her bags back and said, "I bet this will delay our flight."

EMOHHOME~ENBEEBNE

Pack good declare michelle's maxi pad strut springhurst dufferin bus jammed. Subway west Kipling station airport rocket crammed. Woman with stoned cat. Cute!

Empty airport (!!!) electronic tix ciggy puff sécurité. Pizza water book board Halifax bound. Land run small plane to mamma Jane, 12 passengers rain wind business as usual "are you fucking kidding me?"

Bay of Fundy leap.

Showering in an American Cupboard

I was showering in an American cupboard, away for Christmas with latinos. I was trying so desperately to take a shower in their home, as a guest I need to cause as little impact as possible. Like a mouse.

Their shower was in the kitchen, in a kitchen cupboard. Small with no light, I hunched in this cupboard and tried to close the doors behind me. In only my yellow towel I grabbed at the boards and attempted to shut myself in. The water running, I could still see this latino family watching me.

As they laughed I yelled at them "I expected to have running water in America!"

Nor'easter blow out to sea please? "All eyes will be on the Maritimes." It doesn't look good.

Leaving the Shipyard

By nightfall I was leaving the ship yards, crossing a massive steel bridge over the highway. She yelled at me and I continued to ignore her, picking up my step. I was carrying very heavy bags but it didn't matter. I had to get away.

I passed two other men leaving the yards. At least I wasn't alone with this hysterical woman and they also ignored her. At the end of the bridge was a latter that led down to the ground. It was high up, but encased in a scaffolding. I scurried to fit through the frame with my bags when the woman caught up with me.

She grabbed the top of my bag and asked why she was being ignored. By now we had reached the ground as I slowly backed away from her. I was shocked to recognize the woman. Although physically there was no resemblance, this was my childhood friend, Brenna. She looked me in the eye and with tears said "maybe I should give back."

33 from Poland/3 from Bowden

33 hits from Poland this week.

3 times vomit yesterday.

Workplace in pain, the Lightbox bathroom has never experienced such carnage. Retreated home with my supervisors approval. Held it in on the streetcar, I will not puke on a streetcar. Home to continue barfing to water and expelling gas. Curtains blowing in the ice wind. Exorcism. Michelle asked me if there was anything I need I should have said call a priest. Food poisoning or gastric virus take two I do not know, but 24 hours later I am fine. Body aches from horking my guts out, dry head from dehydration, but overall I'm eighthundredmillion times better.

Brown worms and Bitty escapes

When I thought I woke up I left my room and went out to the balcony, it was still dark. I asked a smoking Michelle if it was 9am or 9pm. She said 9am. I said that was impossible, I was so exhausted. I left the balcony. Inside, there was a small gathering happening in the living room. Craig, Robyn, Ben were there among others. I had to escape to my room.

Once there I watched a mole on my left arm expand and grow longer and longer until it resembled a brown worm. The pain was unbelievable.

My room was lit by candles despite the mess. On my bed was my deceased visual culture professor, Kim Pruesse, she was playing my psychologist. First she examined the mole growth using a 3D tricorder and I instantaneously understood why it grew, eliminating the pain. She walked about the room analysing me, saying profound things that I cannot remember.

Then Bitty, Craig's cat, pushed her way out my window screen and into the city. I screamed and ran out my room. Bitty, Bitty, Bitty! I cried. I flew down the stairs and out the front door. There she was perched on an old garbage can afraid of what she had done. I kept yelling Bitty Bitty Bitty! and I woke up.

Relish 5,6,7 & Tendril x3

Relish 5,6,7 & Tendril

Birthday Beauty

On my birthday I slept in until 10 after dreams of Kate Bate turning off the water faucet and me turning it back on and Michelle Hishmeh waking me up and changing my curtains in a tight blue sequined dress. Watched Fashion Television and had coffee. Finished five compositions and epoxy resined even more. Read dozens of birthday messages and got a call from my mom and dad. Now off to dinner with my lover, in the fresh fluffy snow. This was my birthday sunset.