vancouver in september

sad

seasonal affective disorder, that is. though the acronym is apropo. textbook case here. sleep too much, and craving sugary starchy food. the solution? a walk in the park, a trip to the gym, go to the pool, sit in the hot-tub. every winter this happens to me, and every winter I forget, until I reach my limit and ask "what the *&%^ is going on with me?", then "oh yeeeeeaaahhh...."

so I'm off to the gym this morning to defeat my biology!

isn't that what friends are for?

I've been scraping little shavings
off my ration of light
and I've formed it into a ball
and each time I pack a bit more onto it
and I make a bowl of my hands and
I scoop it from its secret cache
under a loose board in the floor
and I blow across it and I send it to you
against those moments when the darkness
blows under your door

~bruce cockburn

for all my friends, those I see once in a while, and those I hardly ever see at all.

you are not alone.

check it out!!

this is EXCITING! an Orthodox home exchange! check it out! right now you can become a member for a year for $0.01

daniel johnston

I've been on a serious daniel johnston kick lately. the funny thing you must know about d.j. though, is that his music is best done by others. 'devil town' has been done by bright eyes, but I prefer this one by tony lucca.

'worried shoes' is done by karen o in this post, (a beautiful rendition from the 'where the wild things are' soundtrack), but it's also been done by sufjan. karen's is sweeter.

‘The Great Liberal Death Wish' on life at the end of the 20th century: by Malcolm Muggeridge

"As the astronauts soar into the vast eternities of space on earth the garbage piles higher, as the groves of academe extend their domain, their alumni’s arms reach lower, as the phallic cult spreads, so does impotence. In great wealth, great poverty; in health, sickness, in numbers, deception. Gorging, left hungry; sedated, left restless; telling all, hiding all; in flesh united, forever separate. So we press on through the valley of abundance that leads to the wasteland of satiety, passing through the gardens of fantasy; seeking happiness ever more ardently, and finding despair ever more surely."

(from the last paragraph of this essay)

props to pithless-thoughts for these amazing words.

LOVE it!

lest we forget.

Evening, by The Wilderness of Manitoba

this is one of the most beautiful songs I've heard in a long time.
this particular recording is very rough, as it's done live, and outside, so there's a lot of noise from the wind and other interference. it's probably better to listen to them on their myspace.

Evening Music Video from Tyson Rose on Vimeo.

from vij's cookbook

begin with a plethora of spices and vegetables (this bodes well...)

cloves and cloves and cloves and cloves and cloves of garlic.

(indian food does not shy away from garlic... this bodes even better...)

turmeric

ground ginger

whole cloves ('cloves of what?' asks middle. 'just cloves' I say)

coconut milk. mmmmmmmmmmm. coconut milk.

the grace of all fasts (well, this and shellfish).

lamb. mmmmm. lamb.

colour

homemade indian food! yay!

(from this miracle of a cookbook)