holy moses i have been deceived
Aretha Franklin crushes my soul under the weight of her incredible voice. I like to listen to her music and pretend i'm a backup singer, performing what I imagine to be choreographed moves to the music (a la motown classic performances).

Spent last night on the front porch of Billy's place, celebrating his 25th birthday with a huge spread of summer bbq food and a bunch of really rad and hilarious people. Sometimes I love to sit back, get quiet (yes, it is possible for me to be quiet) and listen to everyone's comical banter back and forth. It's especially easy when the view is as incredible as the one from Billy's porch... sunset light across the huge cargo container cranes along the docks with the mountains in the background. And once the sun finally disappears completely, the lights all along the towers jut out from the background lights of north vancouver. Wow and then wow again.

I loved the story about Carrie and Jen L. writing notes, attaching them to parachute toy soldiers and then standing on the pedestrian overpass above the train yards, letting them drop onto the trains, hoping for them to be found by hobo circus punks and not CN officers.

This morning I hung out with Emma at Spartacus Books. Emma is positively charming. She has a way of describing people in very few words, but completely conveying the essence of her point. Also while there, I met an amazing zinester visiting from Montreal (she writes Ms. Guided). We exchanged contact information and she seemed stoked on hooking me up with information about some fun projects and art spaces when I move back in a month and a half. SWEET.