pokey_la_la

i would like to invite all of you to the deck for a bbq on friday, april 13th.

mia feuer (geesh..i hope i spelled this right) is soon leaving for isreal where she will be teaching art to kids for three months. upon her return to winnipeg she will then be packing-up and moving to pittsburg to pursue her mfa in sculpture.

also, i would really like to visit and catch-up with people....i am aware that i have been one slack-ass, disorganized shit for sometime now but i do feel much healthier these days and am looking forward to better times...

so, save the date. byof, byob, ...there are plenty-o-chairs.

moyzee

fuckity, fuck...it's too damn cold today. i'm trying to get the courage/motivation to go outside and venture my way home. damn, it's cold. admittedly, there is a small part of me that can repect the extreme weather of this little frozen prarie city. heh greenybean...interested in going to see shortbus?

j.

thanks corrine for the reminder to update the journal. oh what to say, what not to say...i am in a grumpy mood. i just spent a couple of hours with three bickering sisters.....uugh....sometimes kids?!!! i just don't get them. anyhoo, perhaps i will write something a bit more interesting next time.

jen

this is the third consecutive night that i have not been able to sleep. i thought for sure a few drinks and a movie might do the trick, but no...here i am. tonight i saw stranger than fiction - i love, love, love it. my dog just farted and it smells incredibly bad. bad enough that i have reconsidered sitting in my current seat, fuck the writing and ambling and go to sleep. so, good night.

j.

well, this is my first journal entry. it seems fitting that as i sit here contemplating the passing of robert altman (one of my favourite film directors), i am in the process of writing random thoughts and creating a kind of narritive for myself and others. for those unfamiliar with altman, he directed such films as mash, nashville, short cuts, pret-a-porte, five a dime jimmy dean, and most recently a prairie home companion. usually, i do not give much regard to the reporting of celeb culture but for some reason his death has moved me. perhaps it's because i remember so well the myriad of images, narratives and characters in his movies. long, seamless takes which invited me into another world, no...it is an invitation into the intimate space of humanity. sounds grandiose, i suppose, but his films really did explore the fragility, tragedy and exuberance of the human spirit. so, it is with these thoughts and an appreciation of a master story teller, that i will sit and contemplate my own paths, synchronicities, communities, relationships, politics and life as a labrinth.

so, there it is...my first entry.