underslept.

All nighters should be followed by long sleeps. Not short ones... they're teasers.
God is TEASING me... like he teased Moses in the desert!

- God tested Moses in the desert.

- oh.

Moving right along. I tso finished my sessay! I'm sort of dissapointed with it, I ran out of time at the end. We'll see how it goes. Frig I hope I pass this class. Zsuzsa abounds in the fall.

We're strategically planning at the Bridge today. I don't know what that's going to be like, except that I'm working a long day to make up for yesterdays Essay Day. Strategically planning eh...? I wonder if they'll show me the nuclear button in the broom closet.

okay. happy friday guys.

thursdays are my favourite.

It's 9:22 and I'm sitting in the office. I am going to make a list for you as to why Thursdays are my favourite.

- work. - I'm up at eight thirty and at the office for nine. Usually I plan stuff or I go downtown to meet up with kids. General rowdiness at the office is standard. Interns rule.
- class. - I've had Zsuzsa's class every Tuesday and Thursday all summer. Today is actually the last class. I'm leaving work early so that I can get the reading done. I just dont want to show up for my last class unprepared. I'll finish today, write an essay and then have a month before having Zsuzsa for three classes a week.

radio... a whole new heading.
Thursday at Trent Radio... 92.7fm
- The dead air show. - I love the dead air project. It's at five thirty. Participate.
- The hour of Chuckles. - Also a brilliant bit of fun, involving a genius cast of characters... Jake, baby Rae and Skye (who loves starwars). (6:00 pm)
- supper! - I get to cook on Thursdays and take food to the radio. It's my favourite because I really rarely get to cook for my friends.
- The Underground Express.- Oh Andrew... you are the greatest (8:00 pm)
- Francofolie! Revolution a la radio! Avec moi! (11:00 pm)
- The New Noise. Dahn's show is pretty much my favourite animal. Has been for awhile. (midnight to two-ish)

- I also just like being at Trent Radio. It's a great space to hang out in. There's food, really cool people and noises. What more could a girl ask for? Really?

This is the play by play of why Thursday is my favourite. Join me next week for "Why tuesday is the best!"

I'll sing with crickets.


I had a great weekend. I worked both days, but short shifts both.

Last night I went to a par-tay. It was my friend Rae Vyn's twenty fifth birthday. We had a rather enchanted sort of party in her backyard. I played music, along with Graham Kennedy. We all danced a waltz in her backyard with no shoes on.

If it was somebody elses life, I'd think it was a book.

And for my next trick, I'm eating vegan biscuits. My mum stopped by on Saturday with vegan biscuits. It's really sweet. She marks them with a 'V'. I had twelve, now I have ten. I don't think these biscuits stand a chance.

I'm feeling a little nonsensical. I hope you do too.

New Noise.
This is my version of the New Noise. I like it.
Little Dan is an awesome face. So is Dahn.
Listen to the show. Right here.

hello, operator?


In absence of one Dahn of the New Noise or one Andrew of the Underground Express I am operating for a couple of hours at the great Trent Radio. Hurrah! I love the radio eversomuch.

So, I am in charge of what is being broadcasted. I am not in charge of what you hear. If you choose to hear, you can listen at 92.7 fm.

I've got Francofolie going on at 11:00, and I think I might fill in for Dahn and do the New Noise tonight at midnight, or not. Jury's out. Wait and see what happens.

So far, I've had one hiccup... Radio Free Peterborough died somehow. I don't think I killed it, but I might have. Soooo, I switched the feed and I'm doing my own Radio Free Peterborough until five. I've decided that we're listening to James Plouffe and Full Metal Booty.

Because I said so!


edit 5:49 - second hiccup... Dead Air. I missed two calls before I figured out the phone. Winamp froze... leaving me with a minute of rather ironic dead air. I flipped the mic on and said "This is dead air, to fill up the dead air..." It unfroze shortly after, but I'd left a mic on. So I was unknowningly broadcasting a chat I was having with Jake for three minutes before I realized it.
Maybe it'll sound like a phonecall. I doubt it. In summary, the first ten minutes was rough... then it was super.

edit 7:37 - I listened to the second hiccup. (slightly past the halfway mark of that hour)
Andrew thought it was so funny that he spat out his coke.
At the end of the three minutes of Jake banter, Carol (Dahn's mom) walks into the studio with a fruit salad, then says "He's not here!? There's no one to eat this!" and scampers out, with me yelling into the microphone "I CAN EAT IT!" then I see the 'mic on' light and cuss under my breath.
I'm still allowed to exist. Andrew says so.

yes zsuzsa, please drive me downtown.


zsuzsa just drove me, dahn and oz home after class.

zsuzsaaaa! zsuzsaaaa! zsuzsaaaa! nananananananananaanananananananananaa!

I have sushi at my staff meetings.

I'm just chilling a little after a staff meeting. Thinking of pancakes and sleep and a song I'm finalizing. Leviathan-the-cat slept in my bed again last night. I can't help but think that he's plotting something...
Last night was radio night. My show was just a long list of Charles Trenet songs... I'm such a sucker for french Lounge. That and I want to be Josephine Baker's disciple.
That, and Dahn's show was excellent. Listen to it here, and here.

Of late, I've been loving Jesus more. For his part, he's loved me the same the whole time.

ah, Christ.
Two jobs today. Did a lot of physical work today. Hauling. That's what I did. I hauled things for most of the day.

Cooked with Food Not Bombs. Brought Seitan into the Christian Youth Centre. Nearly burnt the Bridge down. Blamed Seitan.

Did recycling at the 'Bean. Accidentally smashed a wine bottle. Liked the sound. Took eight more bottles home. Swept up.

Cut word lines
Cut music lines
Smash the control images
Smash the control machine.
---William S. Burroughs