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October 12, 2007

multiple choice

mino quit her job to pour magnificent flammable substances. won't be long before she sets this new trail on fire.
i presented to the class with a fish bandana on my head. calm blue ocean. good mark. its over.
the food pyramid tells you to eat lots of carbs, and very little sugar.
carbohydrates are sugars.

thinks on top:

multiple choice
middle earth

the m's are coincidental, as is the fact that for once, i separated whites from colours/darks.

last night i washed a small red hoodie. It was vintagey red, faded on the inside. Who knew.
today i wore pink jeans and easter socks.

other thinks:

blanket stitch
epithelial tissue
new boots.
mittens (mitten!)
magenta K
painting dots
rachel ann
knee bones
graphic novels

skin is considered an organ.
a student in class today made a presentation, a very bad one, on yoga.
when he was asked what he meant my enlightenment, he stuttered and stopped. froze.
personally i think he should have been prepared for that if you're doing a presentation what started as a spiritual practice in the first place.
oh caca.
to his defence, i redirected some heat.
did you just ask him to explain enlightenment?
we need more than 30 seconds for that one.
haha goes the class. we discussed a little.
after a presentation with a live cat, on how declawing your cat is a wretched horrible cruel gross thing to do to these little bitty babies, isn't that right cleopatra?, a carefully timed 3-5 minutes of enlightenment would have been nice, but a little much for an 8am class...poor cleopatra.

anyway. time to motor to a three hour tour of CMTO, RHPA, HPRAC, and whatever else health standards.


October 03, 2007

Golgi Apparatus - pack it up and ship it out

i had to post this now, i didn't have time this morning.


ok gross.
my alarm just woke me up from a dream...and right now it seems that blogger is processing through thick cytosol. am i still dreaming? the letters on the screen are being counted out slowly, i'm a line ahead of myself and can't see the typos. its early blogger, i forgive you.

in this dream, mino puts on this movie that bjork made (that doesn't exisit). Apparently I have to see it. She says i'll love it.

The dvd case and the opening scene are filtered blue. its a Thriller set up, inside an 80's work out studio, litterally. bunch of zombies in a blue indoor movie set. glossy floors, hot highlighter colours splashed across the background, its rad and ready to go. but its dark.

the only part bjork had in this movie was to call out action and dance away mysteriously, i seriously think matthew barney took it from there. the first scene for some reason has romantic music, one zombie, infected, surrounded by others. all are dark skinned, our leader is the only one aware of her zombie state. its like interpretive ballet. don't ask.
she has control over her zombie state. impossible.
she delicately chews a piece of face from a dear friend. he doesn't understand. he's infected. she believes she is doing whats best for him. his transformation is what i woke up from.

he freaks out in his mind full of new zombie blood, feels like adjusting to some form of tribal hallucinogenic, he looks at this leader for help and understanding. at this point my eyes are his and as we look up desperately, we get a close up shot of our leaders head, specifially the mouth... another head is unnaturally crunching out from between her distressed teeth. jaws breaking, eyes rolling, bulging, leaking. both heads are about as functional as an Edgar suit, but the presence pushing this to happen is on a mission. i'd guess clive barker could pull this one from his portfolio of pastels.

fucking gross. both heads are amazingly still functional, and both are full of different
information necessary for leader survival as controlled zombie/ human leader.

our victim is revolted by this, and terrified. transformation proceeding he starts throwing up violently, excess zombified liquids.
i hear the sounds of this and feel the muscles stiffen. before i know it, i'm in the zombie leader, whose two heads are watching over this, reassuring him that it must happen. he must see the truth. as my view changes, i'm horrified to see that our zombie man is not only throwing up, but there is a body coming out of his mouth. he's stopped
breathing and is now just convulsing, gurgling and sloshing of body fluids is still being heard.a snake rejectinga meal 4 times its maximum size. special FX spared no expense.
what he eventually squeezes out is an impossibly thin human being. a spiritual guide to him. uncle, he says, i need your help. the emaciated man is so dark he is almost blue skinned, and wearing white. i woke up to my alarm in my dream, as the two parts of a new zombie embraced each other on the floor. the other zombies danced around the whole series of events.

in place of blood, puss and other random imaginative disgustingness, everything was clear or green speckled, thick liquid. rancid alien saliva, like we were made of plant cells instead of animal. nice to know my brain protects me a little bit during sleep.