This guy is truly omazing.
- Andrew
Friday, June 29, 2007
The Hissing of Summer Lawns
Since this is such a frequent posture to find Buster in, Alison and I thought he might like to try going out in the backyard with us. Only problem is, there are a lot of cats in this neighbourhood, most of whom (or which, depending on your views re. cats, consciousness, and grammar) are really really tough. Like one of them has an eyepatch and spits tobacco out the side of his mouth before he meows. We were worried that if something freaked our admittedly quite freakable little friend out, he might run away somewhere to hide and not come out for a few days. So Ali picked up a harness for him at Canadian Tire and we gave it a try last weekend.Unfortunately, Buster was not too into the idea. Kind of like how horses are not too into the idea of firecrackers. After a lot of struggling and even some hissing and biting (I'm not naming any names), we got the harness on him and he slunk around the house backwards for awhile. When we decided he was used to it, we opened the door to the backyard and tried to coax Buster out, but he just looked at us like we were insane. So Ali kind of pushed him and I kind of pulled him and we got him a few inches out the door. It seemed like all he wanted to do was eat the grass immediately around him, so I tried to encourage him to explore the more interesting portion of the yard away from the door, and when the encouragement fell on deaf ears I started pulling him out into the open by the leash and that was when he slipped right out of the harness and ran back into the house. Not a nature lover, apparently.
In contrast to Buster, the humans of the house have been spending quite a bit of time in the backyard. Our electric lawnmower sort of blew up a few weeks ago and it started getting pretty wild back there while we waited for our landlady, who had completely forgotten about it as it turned out, to bring us a new one. This week she brought over a brand new push mower. I excitedly put it together and ran out into the yard with it, as I'd never actually used a push mower before. It's a lot easier than I thought it was going to be, though it does definitely take longer than an electric. Nice and quiet, though. I'm kind of into it. Keith from upstairs was also into it, and in fact took over and finished off the job after I'd only done about a third. Then when he went back upstairs, we found out Buster really doesn't like seeing people go up and down the back stairs. He (Buster) started making this crazy loud noise at him (Keith) that only got crazier and louder when I tried to show him (Buster again — I really should reconstruct this sentence instead of propping it up with distracting parenthetical pronoun identifiers. Oh well, it's not like this is spoken English or anything. I mean, you can just go back to the last open parenthesis if you lose track of where we were in the sentence. God! Don't be so lazy.) that there was nothing to worry about, by going up the stairs myself. Eventually it started sounding like he was saying, "I love you!" but in a tone of voice like a psychotic deaf woman who didn't speak English would use. It reminded us a lot of this dude.Oh yeah, and in softball last weekend, the Bellies what are Painted Yellow slaughtered the Kelly Gruber Experience 13 - 8! In the second game, anyway. We actually lost the first game 12 - 6. But those guys are the best team in the league and completely humourless. They were the ones who went home in the middle of a game last year when an argument erupted between the two teams. So this win was incredibly satisfying. Meg forced a spectacular out at home plate, and Sarah had a record day with two outs made at home, one fly caught in right field,
and a string of hits and walks at bat. She was pretty much levitating by the end of it. And the best part was that it was Tim, our founder and leader in absentia, 's birthday that day, so happy birthday to you, Tim.- Andrew
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Stuff I Really Like
This is my favourite song right now. At this moment. Not that I've ever disliked it, but I dunno, right now it's doing something extra special for me. The frenetic but precise guitar work, the obtrusively melodic bass, and Robert Smith's delightful disgust as he spits his old-lady venom at some poor poseur or other, all building to that super-exciting train sound that may very well be the victim leaving town in a hurry, because the train and the song quickly fade out thereafter, realizing that they're not gonna top that: it all adds up to 2:57 of sonic perfection.
And these are some of my favourite cartoons right now. They're by the American cartoonist, B. Kliban.
I discovered Kliban in my early teens and immediately loved his expressive drawing style and absurdist sense of humour. It took me a long time to warm up to that ripoff artist Gary Larson, though I did eventually have to admit he was pretty funny too. Lately, Alison and I discovered and swiftly purchased a couple of Kliban books that we didn't already have. In one of those I read the sad piece of information that he died in 1990. It's a shame, because I'd just gotten all excited about his work again and was considering trying to contact him and express my admiration. I guess he was never exactly unknown, what with his cultily popular cat drawings and calendars, but he certainly never achieved the recognition of Gary Larson, who not only stole his fragment-of-a-third-person-narrative captioning style, but even published his single-panel cartoons in books the same size and shape. Anyway, it seems from my poking around on the internet that Kliban is weirdly floating around in the zeitgeist right now, and I'm happy to do whatever I can to keep him there.
Let's see... what else? This short book I recently bought and read was pretty fantastic: In the City: Random Acts of Awareness by Colette Brooks. I picked it up because it was on sale, sounded vaguely interesting, and had a Fassbender photo on the cover. It turned out to be a sort of memoir-like collection of ruminations on cities, mostly New York, and the people who live in them. Sounds kind of dull, I guess, but it's incredibly insightful and mysterious and thought-provoking and sad. Quick read, too, at a mere 108 pp. And it makes a great companion piece for Italo Calvino's not really similar but at the same time kind of similar Invisible Cities, which I'm still reading on and off, even though I think it's an even shorter work.
So that's my current opinions, but what have I actually been DOING? Oh, this and that; y'know. Did some yoga, got a haircut, experienced some Being, illustrated some lies. Softball's really the only interesting thing I can think of right now. We've played three evenings = six games so far this season, won only two of the games but I still say we're looking pretty damn good. Here are some photos Alison took on Sunday.
(Pre-haircut.)
Talk to you soon, I hope. Maybe next time I'll have done more stuff.
- Andrew
And these are some of my favourite cartoons right now. They're by the American cartoonist, B. Kliban.
I discovered Kliban in my early teens and immediately loved his expressive drawing style and absurdist sense of humour. It took me a long time to warm up to that ripoff artist Gary Larson, though I did eventually have to admit he was pretty funny too. Lately, Alison and I discovered and swiftly purchased a couple of Kliban books that we didn't already have. In one of those I read the sad piece of information that he died in 1990. It's a shame, because I'd just gotten all excited about his work again and was considering trying to contact him and express my admiration. I guess he was never exactly unknown, what with his cultily popular cat drawings and calendars, but he certainly never achieved the recognition of Gary Larson, who not only stole his fragment-of-a-third-person-narrative captioning style, but even published his single-panel cartoons in books the same size and shape. Anyway, it seems from my poking around on the internet that Kliban is weirdly floating around in the zeitgeist right now, and I'm happy to do whatever I can to keep him there.
Let's see... what else? This short book I recently bought and read was pretty fantastic: In the City: Random Acts of Awareness by Colette Brooks. I picked it up because it was on sale, sounded vaguely interesting, and had a Fassbender photo on the cover. It turned out to be a sort of memoir-like collection of ruminations on cities, mostly New York, and the people who live in them. Sounds kind of dull, I guess, but it's incredibly insightful and mysterious and thought-provoking and sad. Quick read, too, at a mere 108 pp. And it makes a great companion piece for Italo Calvino's not really similar but at the same time kind of similar Invisible Cities, which I'm still reading on and off, even though I think it's an even shorter work.
So that's my current opinions, but what have I actually been DOING? Oh, this and that; y'know. Did some yoga, got a haircut, experienced some Being, illustrated some lies. Softball's really the only interesting thing I can think of right now. We've played three evenings = six games so far this season, won only two of the games but I still say we're looking pretty damn good. Here are some photos Alison took on Sunday.
(Pre-haircut.)
Talk to you soon, I hope. Maybe next time I'll have done more stuff.
- Andrew
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Sudden Burst of Relatively Current News
Wow, this must be the longest interval I've spent outside of the blogosphere yet. My achin' lungs! Let's see if I can figure out what important or at least interesting or at the very least factual things have happened in the past three weeks or so:
• Alison had a birthday. That was just a couple of days ago, so a pretty easy one to remember. I seem to recall people came over and said things like, "Happy Birthday, Alison," and I believe there was a barbecue involved. Seriously, it was a really fun time — perfect evening for it and the mind-boggling amount of assembly required to operate the brand new mini-barbecue didn't even phase me.
• The night before the party, which was Ali's real birthday, I took her out for a walk in the park after work, followed by a nice dinner at our favourite Indian restaurant and a movie.
Knocked Up, if you really want to know. Yes, it was fantastically funny. And incredibly raunchy, probably even more so than The Forty Year Old Virgin. The usual Freaks & Geeks suspects are in it, and a lot of Office alumni, too.
• Speaking of incredibly rauncy, there was also a birthday party for our friend Jill the week before, where the theme was "Trailer Park" and everyone was supposed to dress as trashy as possible. I was not really into the idea of making fun of the poor and uneducated as a theme for someone's birthday, so we went in our normal, only somewhat trashy attire. I had to admit, though, that it was pretty fun seeing everyone all "trashed up". Brought me back to my good ol' junior high school days.
• In further party news, we had one after our last yoga class with Michi, who is moving back to Japan with her new husband. This frees up my Tuesday nights, but at the expense of a really great yoga teacher and wonderful human being. We're sure going to miss her a lot — she made a huge difference in our lives.
The party was fun. People from other classes came too, everyone brought food, and we gave Michi some going-away money we'd collected. I'll miss seeing this gang on Tuesday nights.
• The decision not to continue the Tuesday yoga class with the new teacher is part of my new, paring-down-the-activities-to-keep-them-fun-and-make-sure-I-have-a-modicum-of-free-time strategy. This no time thing has really gotten out of control, and it's time I did something about it. Another phase of this strategy has been to back out of The Got to Get Got. I think I told you that they were a nine-piece band I was in, and it just seemed that every time they wanted to practise, it conflicted with something else. There were some shows coming up, which would have been really fun, but I just didn't have the time to devote to not stinking, which would have made them not so fun, for me or the other people in the band. Or the audience.
• Hopefully, with a little extra free time, I'll be able to spend some more time reading. Once again I've got a huge pile of books that I'm in the middle of. The ones I'm enjoying the most these days are I Am a Strange Loop by Douglas Hofstadter and Programming the Universe by Seth Lloyd. The latter is a new book by a "quantum computer scientist" who tries to make the case that the universe can be seen as a a giant computer, computing its own evolution, with subatomic particles and their binary states as its "bits". Apparently a quantum computer is the next big thing computer scientists are working on, which will be much faster than our current, electronic computers, because its bits, being quantum phenomena, will have the ability to be both on and off at once. Huh? Don't ask me, man. Kooky! But the guy's quite entertaining and so far has been making sense.
The other use of my free time I'm looking forward to, besides more frequently addressing you, dear reader, on this very weblog, is hanging out in the back yard and doing some gardening with Alison. It's looking really nice now, and we're hoping to make it even nicer. It's great to have such an idyllic setting just outside our back door. Buster really likes looking at it too.
• Etceterally, I've done some more recording with Al Tuck; the softball season started last weekend and we won both games then, lost both today; I designed an identity and some pieces for Yoga for You, a new set of classes our other yoga teacher, Angie, is starting up with a friend of hers, and Alison took all the photographs they needed; Alison found out to her disappointment that her boss at the government has not been giving her shooting assignments because she believes Alison can't handle the pressure and is some kind of incompetent boob; I'm working on some songs to become the soundtrack of our friend, Silöen's, short film; and the as-yet-unnamed band is still looking for a name. Current contenders: The Lodge, Field (or possibly Zone) of Entanglement, and Chromakey Eye.
- Andrew
• Alison had a birthday. That was just a couple of days ago, so a pretty easy one to remember. I seem to recall people came over and said things like, "Happy Birthday, Alison," and I believe there was a barbecue involved. Seriously, it was a really fun time — perfect evening for it and the mind-boggling amount of assembly required to operate the brand new mini-barbecue didn't even phase me.
• The night before the party, which was Ali's real birthday, I took her out for a walk in the park after work, followed by a nice dinner at our favourite Indian restaurant and a movie.
Knocked Up, if you really want to know. Yes, it was fantastically funny. And incredibly raunchy, probably even more so than The Forty Year Old Virgin. The usual Freaks & Geeks suspects are in it, and a lot of Office alumni, too.
• Speaking of incredibly rauncy, there was also a birthday party for our friend Jill the week before, where the theme was "Trailer Park" and everyone was supposed to dress as trashy as possible. I was not really into the idea of making fun of the poor and uneducated as a theme for someone's birthday, so we went in our normal, only somewhat trashy attire. I had to admit, though, that it was pretty fun seeing everyone all "trashed up". Brought me back to my good ol' junior high school days.
• In further party news, we had one after our last yoga class with Michi, who is moving back to Japan with her new husband. This frees up my Tuesday nights, but at the expense of a really great yoga teacher and wonderful human being. We're sure going to miss her a lot — she made a huge difference in our lives.
The party was fun. People from other classes came too, everyone brought food, and we gave Michi some going-away money we'd collected. I'll miss seeing this gang on Tuesday nights.
• The decision not to continue the Tuesday yoga class with the new teacher is part of my new, paring-down-the-activities-to-keep-them-fun-and-make-sure-I-have-a-modicum-of-free-time strategy. This no time thing has really gotten out of control, and it's time I did something about it. Another phase of this strategy has been to back out of The Got to Get Got. I think I told you that they were a nine-piece band I was in, and it just seemed that every time they wanted to practise, it conflicted with something else. There were some shows coming up, which would have been really fun, but I just didn't have the time to devote to not stinking, which would have made them not so fun, for me or the other people in the band. Or the audience.
• Hopefully, with a little extra free time, I'll be able to spend some more time reading. Once again I've got a huge pile of books that I'm in the middle of. The ones I'm enjoying the most these days are I Am a Strange Loop by Douglas Hofstadter and Programming the Universe by Seth Lloyd. The latter is a new book by a "quantum computer scientist" who tries to make the case that the universe can be seen as a a giant computer, computing its own evolution, with subatomic particles and their binary states as its "bits". Apparently a quantum computer is the next big thing computer scientists are working on, which will be much faster than our current, electronic computers, because its bits, being quantum phenomena, will have the ability to be both on and off at once. Huh? Don't ask me, man. Kooky! But the guy's quite entertaining and so far has been making sense.
The other use of my free time I'm looking forward to, besides more frequently addressing you, dear reader, on this very weblog, is hanging out in the back yard and doing some gardening with Alison. It's looking really nice now, and we're hoping to make it even nicer. It's great to have such an idyllic setting just outside our back door. Buster really likes looking at it too.
• Etceterally, I've done some more recording with Al Tuck; the softball season started last weekend and we won both games then, lost both today; I designed an identity and some pieces for Yoga for You, a new set of classes our other yoga teacher, Angie, is starting up with a friend of hers, and Alison took all the photographs they needed; Alison found out to her disappointment that her boss at the government has not been giving her shooting assignments because she believes Alison can't handle the pressure and is some kind of incompetent boob; I'm working on some songs to become the soundtrack of our friend, Silöen's, short film; and the as-yet-unnamed band is still looking for a name. Current contenders: The Lodge, Field (or possibly Zone) of Entanglement, and Chromakey Eye.
- Andrew
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Happy Birthday, Bennett!
Sorry we missed the fun times! Can't wait to see you in all your two-ness! We love you lots!
-Andrew and Ali xoxo
-Andrew and Ali xoxo
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