time

Talking to Clam.

dissin' vapors.

phew

i thought it was busted,
but after relentless kicking and shaking it
sputtered back to usefulness.

Blog Rolling

Clam Dance

bong-bongin it while on standby at JFK.
(editing and original music by keris perom)

caferteai

tasty.

film snob

google video is very unreliable.
so try below if movie above does not work.
these are both the same film.

grow up.

happy new year.

how easy it rolls off the tongue.
with the confidence of an ass.
"one of the best commercial directors".
an old and dull quandary, isn't all succesful art commercial?
but it took on new meaning tonight.

and leaves me,
as i often do,
to muse on the occurence
of the music keeping time with my windshield wipers.

Grand Master Plan

all in all,
in the scheme of things,
there are rivulets of steam,
displaying the underpinnings of the grand circus.

* * *

holy cannoli!!

Snow's back and I'm melting.

I had to change the time on the clock in my car. While doing so
I inadvertently discovered it can display the date as well,
though I cannot figure out how to program it.
According to my car it is September 11th.

The leak seems to be fixed though.

BTW, sorry i have not posted for so long.
lookit gouda.

CBC Negotiations - September 28 Settlement Offer

i hope i have a job.

Cool

Safari supported the blinking text.
Hooray!

Bling-Bling

I am basically testing the old html code to make blinking text,
to see if it still works.
Just to spice things up around here.
I wonder if any browsers will still support it.

Day Ate

eye wok the lion

Useless advice

is good to get out of the city for awhile,
if only to be in another, smaller one,
in a way
the mornings are heated and afternoons shot,
and nothing feels unique really.
summer's feel like a time of waiting to me now.
but i guess they always did.
I was sad the season would end as it started.
"live in the moment"
I rued the day the back to school bugs appeared,
fluttering through the dusk-oranged tree trunks.

We can make it together

candiru




Seriously though.

Howdy

Blue like the Sun

scary stump in the dark woods.

Thursday, December 27, 2001
no luck, what about my avocado space ship?

was supposed to read:
no luck, what about my avocado spaceship?

* * *

I have forgiven all my sins.

every once in a while an interesting new musical group
comes up and catches the attention of b-named artists such as bowie, bjork, byrne, beck etc.
and they give them a nod of approval in the media.

Off to Saltspring.
I pray for others the weather shall be seasonable,
and hope the stones do not scratch-bump the mechanical bits,
too much.
Cross your fingers for a fish.

if you are still enough,
to hear the frogs cricket far away,
to occupy the dark side of my planet's spin,
and fill the night with your quiet breath,
wait long and you will feel shooting stars,
drawn in gravity,
bristle up our necks and back,
out into dawn.

I have been unemployed since April 1st.
Went to NYC and Philly.
Fun.
I want to create.

doggie do

i deleted it
before i buttoned it
because it was too much
like all the other
posts
going on about sunshine and trees
feared i may use the word fingers again
so i will go on about afghans
delicate, graceful, yet funny looking.

is late
close to another year
of spinning sunsets
and webs of joy
and waves and waves of memories
outstretched palms and fingerlings
in the distance
you wonder when you will join them.

Bad Koko!!

some foods are easy to swallow
i can slide down a perogy to save time or effort
from chewing, and bananas are great
if you're in a rush or lazy.

there was once a colour spelled vermillion,
whose father was wed to red and had children,
none of them bled,
with knives olive them said,
we stay thanks to the lord and put in him.

Men's sundry.

Spoiled rotten.

two thousand and five.
in aviation one is trained to pronounce that
"too thousand and fife".

summer a latin quarter
dripping with pennies
sitting a late corner
the milk boils, it sighs
rises on all fires
breathing halo of joy to my eyes
the cafe closes and sitting there silently
the cat's eyes its noses.

* * *

happy birthday mutti.

wow, the sun really brings out the dust in things,
i guess that's what inspired "that saturday mornin' shine"
and i see the opposite of that.

kay well i'm back.
only to say

snow's back,
and i'm melting

ice a that every ear.

god is throwing acorns at me
pelting past my head
three pavement pings as they bounce
and funnel down the driveway drains
into lonely, dark tunnels.

the rain is back. and we all know what that means.
means the worms is happy. and that makes the birds happy.
and when they is happy…

what's the use of having a blog if you don't even write in it?
i have never kept a journal of any sort and regret it often.
not today though.
i am enjoying the fan.

i am very upset that i cannot go watch The Cremaster Cycle.

a lot has transpired.
a lot has changed.

i'm sitting in feancy...
no, feancy schmancy british airways lounge in JFK.
i have been under a lot of great duress trying to
fly out of here standby since july 4th.
that is a lot of long, tiring and expensive trips to
and from the airport.
my gracious hosts made it all bearable.
even surprising me out at terminal 9 one night!
first time without a window seat in a long time.
top it off, we are delayed by over an hour.

the first raindrop of the year
had hoped to hit the ground
instead it graced a leaf and bounced
back up into a million and to
whet the lips of an eager season

one day we should all go down
and feed the barnacles
the gulls and the breeze have enough
light and spray to sing on
that the tidepools reflect their joy
through ripples and whelks
upward into a stony eye.

at night the daffodils sleep
and the oaks keep watch
at dawn they switch
until the dandelions are ready
to take over for summer.
"look out!"
a burning opportunity.

al arbour

i nearly fell over a log
can't remember if i didn't saw it
or knew it was there
or tried to straddle or
hurdle jump it

falled on a log
in the woods
wasn't sure if the woods was slippery
this was not on the beach

i sawed a log so big
i could go underneath it
below it i could not go all the way
beneath it, however with this log
i could not
but i have with others

i walked on a log so long
i could not count all of the branches
for they were beneath it
even though some had fallen off
i couldn't count olive them

i walk on one log
so long

nothing much to say.
just sitting, waiting,
to spend another evening at the hospital.

its that time of year, and the camas is starting
what looks to be a a strong bloom.
perhaps my favourite flower.

i know its sounds cheesy
but there is no trick to coping
your wall or hardening shell keeps out the reality
and in the realization
that everything either makes you laugh
or it all makes you desperately sad.
as if there's a choice.

today i threw my case out the window.
as it fell it whistled and as it crashed
it crashed.

i was supposed to post this last november.

on what was once snow
trickles into a torrent
waves away silence

• • •

we've festered up the wherewithal
to wheel out that which rolls
and christened the pavement
with spiny wet trails
and slick spray whip
feels good to fly down the freeway

i was thinking that if Burl Ives were still alive
today i'd like to produce a live recording of his
performance and call it Burl Live.
better than Burl Lives.

the voice of...

nothing much on this end.
how about over there?
my hair is getting rather…unruly.

i do not hotlink much i know.
first because i'm too lazy.
besides i've rarely a thing to say much less to show.

i am however, listening to Loveless.

happy new ear.

music is far easier heard than done.

my sister aksed me to define
living life to its fullest.
good question.
once one defines it,
how common is it to ascertain whether or not
one does so?

nightowl

my affinity for the night is a personal issue.
the reason i want to sleep during daylight is that it represents
responsibility. perhaps daylight symbolizes life. something i avoid.
that can't be true though for death is probably my greatest fear.
i think i'm onto something here.
not sure what.

remember the good old days?
me too.
do you like the bad new days?
me either.
neither?

OK.
I'm alright if anyone is wondering.
Just being a web hermit.
Which means I'm normal in my day-to-day life.
Just not into vanity scribblings as of late.
Been busy. With the upcoming Xmas break I'm
sure to come out of my shell again.
Nothing really new except the beard trimmer.
I may sing a song for an Xmas CD.

i bought pants there.
2 pair.
and underwear and socks.

on nov 7th i went to NYC.
lucked out and saw letterman show.
bought clothes.
had fun with kreber and clam.
went down to pureed nought twice.
the flight there and back was awesome.
had to come in straight to work early.
was very tired.

two weeks ago i started smoking.
saddening.
it had been five years.
maddening.

i sold my AFI tickets for 2wice what i paid for them.

* * *

last night i thought i heard the man on the tv says tummybirds.
now... i don't know about you, but i ain't never heard of tummybirds.
and he didn't even say that.
said something completely different and unrelated.
but i thought it would be a good replacement word for when you is nervous like.
like when you tell people you have bitter fries in your stomach.

peptalk abyssmal

seen some really good films.
until today. some really disappointing Canadian shorts.
its enough to make one apoplectic thinking these were even
considered nevermind programmed.

Sokurov screenings sold-out.
cannot figure if those is a good thing or not.

ZeD launches tomorrow.

i hate film snobs.
i do not hate myself.
i am a film snob.
apparently.

i was being dramatic.
i have forgiven all my sins.

weird days. some good. some not. i did a Brian Wilson yesterday.
saw The Raveonettes tonight. they remind me of Jesus and Mary Chain and
My Bloody Valentine a bit. And a bit of Roxette and of course stellastar,
who opened. The tie-in between JMC and Brian Wilson wasn't deliberate.
Genius though.

John McLaughlin last thursday was excellent. even though i was
preoccupied with the thought it was costing me nearly a dollar a minute.
it was worth it. nice to witness bliss. zakir hussain pronounced it McLau-f-in.

Finally saw Distant (Uzak). l love this film and others like it. Roger Ebert said something
to the effect there's too many films with middle-aged guys with moustaches smoking
and thinking and smoking that end on a long take about nothing. its true, i agree.
i wish i could hyperlink to the quote but i cannae find it. anyway i agree with him
but i like those films. he's referring to the Kiarostami's and Angelopoulos' and their
contemporaries. the best directors of these times. film to me, is the second best
way to experience culture.

i am saddened that i cannot see as many VIFF films as i have in past years. I treasured
my volunteer pass and the forty or so films i could manage. i hate film snobs.

i hate myself.

need to change that.

so i have finally seen some taviani films.
its been worth the wait.

works going okay. i guess.
long story.

looking forward to VIFF.
my program guide is nice and marked up.

everybody loves a dog with a cone on its head,
beside the white plums,
so delicate, so svelte,
grazed by light lime water.

i wish i could post here while i'm biking to work
before my thoughts dissipate and my mind
is filled with boring, useless crap.

i need advice

ok, so swinkylass sends me this following email.
if i knew how to make comments
on me blog thing i'd be able to ask all you
out there in vacuumland for input.

ya'll have any interest in seeing any of the following?
I'd be up for seeing any/all. Not sure of if all tickets
will be comps though.

the walkmen -- sept 18 -- richards
mogwai -- sept 26 -- commodore
manitoba -- sept 26 -- sonar
the kills -- sept 27 -- richards
raveonettes -- sept 28 -- richards
jets/kings of leon -- sept 30 -- richards
brmc/stratford 4 -- october 5 -- commodore
my morning jacket -- october 8 -- richards
calla -- october 14 -- sonar
grandaddy/starlight mints -- october 16 -- commodore
peaches -- october 21 -- richards
prefuse 73/four tet -- october 24 -- richards
broadcast -- october 30 -- richards
beulah/john vanderslice -- october 31 -- tbc

From Buses and Starlight

alone at the window an old face stays
barely able to move let alone breathe
and the stains on the counters keep the roaches at bay
turning, there sparkles the carpet alive with chirping of fleas
and the bristle of static as the gasplug ignites
makes folks on the horizon look out in the night.

hugh hefner in drag
pulls on a fag and calls him
mr. hugh janus

* * *

wholey shit
summer's over.
i start work tumorrow.

oh and
buy the whey
emails fixed now

um. right. organic chemical at 12am does this to you.
work sucks! i can't believe the things my boss said to me today.
i cried 3 times today all for completely opposite reasons and
Mr. Symos said that the manager was right in attacking Cyndi's
parents last week.

i hate it when she does that.
i hate it when anyone doesn't take me seriously. even little things.
its just so, degrading. and you wonder why i never think the things
i say are important. or why i am so melodramatic, just to get
some attention. Fuck it sucks getting old.

oh my god, alex came over today to show me his new dog.
its so cute it hearts. We are DEFINITELY in love.

god, i havent really written here in soo long. nothing eventful
has happened though. i think my sister meet a guy who she likes [all
she says is "he's NICE"...the worst, most overused word
in the english language]...yeah, nothing to great with me though. ive been
getting really excited for work and the new year. i have so many 'resolutions'.
of which i will probably only achieve like, two. here's part of the
looonnnnggg list [work with me, i dont have it written anywhere...
just improvising] it starts with the most wanted that i can think
of now....

1. TO GAIN WAIT...this, of course, has been my one and
only most desired wish since...oh, i dont know, FOREVER!
2. get a friggin car already!...i no, the gas is pricey but we really need
one...my dad is just too damn picky [i guess that's where
i get that from]
3. have the most amazing birthday, ever. SEPTEMBER 11th, all the way!!
4. some how get tix to Burning Man-- sep 1st...see the urgency?
5. have a fantabulous first few weeks of work [sub-list: finish decorating
my boss--i don't even wanna know how]

now for the more extravagant-never-going-to-happen-
not-even-in-your-dreams list [my fave]:

6. meet Fiona Forbes...gawd, i love her!!!! [sub: her b-day is jan 12...isn't it
perfect?!?]
7. or rather, just snowboard with her ;)
8. get better on the slopes...see the dilemma?
9. meet hilary duff [get her CD--yesterday!!...metamorphosis, wtf?!? could
that get any more generic?! no offense.]
10. finish song sketches....arg!
11. be happy
12. be sucessful
13. be recognised
14. stop the injuries [i have way too many and they get in the way
of my life...ouch, pain now] but as they say: no pain, no gain...um, sure.
15. GET FATTER and stay that way!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is my ultimate goal in
life. i gain wait but then i dont stay there...its a bummmer.

okay, that's my list...there's more, but im not wanting to write them, so.
i forgot about alex! oh well. we will always be together.
oh, yeah, i wish i had so kind of writing talent. i wanna learn to swing a
pen. its not fair, whenever i see J she always has some new gig; a new
instrument that she's taught herself. i hate that. thats one of my
pet peeves; me being talentless while others have talent--actually,
that doesnt bother me so much as their bragging about it. arg.
other weird pet peeve: eyebrows. not that i dont want ANY, but when
they're all wrong. i guess that's a little superficial of me and i shouldn't
be so concerned with looks--you know, considering--but it still bothers
me to no end, i really should carry around a pair of tweezers, like that
woman from hilary duff's band.

luv christian.

sorry folks, the email is still busted.
the domain is renewed and we have a host
but the email is still BUSTED.

"nosmo's only 2345 miles from the snokkelammie"

happy valentine's day
and to all those "a kreber!"
buy now pook

the spiders are bad this year.
by bad i mean there are many of them
in the house,
which isn't fair.
big ones.
they may be hobo spiders.
that's what they seem to be.

my email (christian@******.net) still isn't working.
my last name@yahoo.com in the meantime.

do not register a domain with namesdirect.
it is hell.
faceless hell.

i am tempted to find another blog
and cut and paste into mine.
i'm tired.

its all so..
overwhelming.

i took a late ferry tonight and could see the fireworks
from way out on the georgia straight.
and mars was as bright as venus would usually be.
who would have thought?
a dog could be heard barking as we slipped beneath the waves.

last month i saw a screening of Tarkovsky's Stalker in a retrospective
at Vancouver's cinematheque.
it had long been my favourite film by him. i watched Nostalghia at the
same screening. i had seen it 2 or 3 times before but this time it has
supplanted Stalker as my favourite.

Hello out there in vacuumland,
my domain name expired and as a result i have not
received any of my email for over a week.
temporarily send email care of prohom@yahoo.com
my apologies and i will soon be in touch.
on a lighter note

its late july
and the snowbirds
flew overhead this afternoon
they graced the crowds with their presence.

somewhere, up in the sky
lies a great rabbit
with powerful legs and a thunderous thump
at times, when her paws are sore
she rubs them with onions brought to her
from deceased orphans and once crying children
these angels are rewarded with eternal happiness
and laughter as they eternally watch her ears
flap back and forth
like sails on a grand, old ship.

it is late
and the spiders are out
very small and crawling
on skin and wasted breath
they scatter quick and fearless
like butterflies without wings.

i fried an egg on the roof
of an old blue caprice today
and it worked!
it rolled a full quarter-mile
before drying in the sun
and stopped with a flat tire.

today i bought lucinda williams' new cd.
and one from swedish grindcore band nasum.

trying to come up with fake memories of buried treasure.
the chicken is in the oven.
bawk bawk.

olympiad, olympiad.
how can an artist sexualize the sky?
colonialism, colonialism.
is it possible to spit backwards?
space exploration,
the investigation of past or future?

if i had to pick a favourite poet
it would be william carlos williams.

tommorrow we unleash the lotus
leaves a blazing trail
of smoked oysters and coconut shells.

blasphemy!

i got to git something down.
i mean done.
same thing.

• • •

i have forgiven all my sins.

 
J @ 06:52 am on June 22, 2003
well what you just posted could have been a log entry.
crucial indeed!

christian @ 06:49 am on June 22, 2003
it will grow.
i have nothing to blog.
captains blog.

 J @ 06:48 am on June 22, 2003
duly noted kind sir.
i trust and value your opinion.
if it looks bad, i blame you.
and maybe bonnie - can't really blame betty.
now, go update your log so i can spy on you.

 christian @ 04:43 am on June 22, 2003
hey bonnie's hot.
she looks like you.
go for the bangs.

i love avocadoes
evidence of perfection in nature
make me regret not residing in climes
where they fall ripe to the garden lawn
in time for lunch.

* * *

i rated Cat Power's He War 5 stars in my music thingy.
its got to be one of the greatest rock songs written.

born to heal.
we are.
i recite this as i put yet anuther
hot teabag on my sty.
horrible.
sexy.
all the above.
if the compress is hot enough,
it turns my cornea white.
forever.

she walks into a yellow saloon
"can you tell me how to get to dryland,
so i can lay down and sleep?"

she don't know which way to sober
she doesn't know which way is over

she walks outside for a breath of fresh air
"behold" she gasps,
"there's flowers in the city streets and peoples sidewalks!"

she don't know which way to sober
she doesn't know which way is over
she can't decide where to sit on the sofa
to dream, dream, dream of The Irish Rovers

she lay's her hands on the shoulders
of a girl of five or six and tries to tell her
"listen to your friends, when you find a lover"

she don't know which way to sober
she doesn't know which way is over

somewhere in the sands of tome,
shifts a marionette,
head full of putty,
eyes coloured stone,
it casts a large silhouette,
broad, angular, arachnine,
on a pinhole plane,
and dreams,
dreary, terminal epitomes,
of what we thought destiny.

the weather here is very hot
unusual for Victoria this time of year
32 degrees!!
my grandparents new place is very hot
and that is not good
i hope they consider a small AC unit.
fresh local strawberries today!
my mother is refusing her supplements.

it is june first
and i am listening to deftones
i am in town for a few days
the place is a mess
cactus is blooming
that time of year

i have rented a guitar
it is green
and grows resonating
import and fret-buzz between
and with each
strum-uttered phrase
cycling down through spring night's
chirp-laden maze
it sings,
"take me home, country road"
and i think of spurning it.

today i am making kimchee
it has been five years

i have taken to preparing dal again
lately as well
and it turns out quite delicious and aromatic
and is as good if not better than at east is east.

an onion fell
and rolled down the hall
leaving its paper brown shavings
a trail of crackled laughter
they tear and trickle
up the woman's throat
as she races

still melting crystals
drop in quickening passage
begin to head home

stream
of
thought



* * *

wonderful!

a shout
out
and thanks to diddy.

moon sticks astronaughts used to eat