Oh.

Holy Cobra's are incredible. The only category I can think up to describe them is "doom soul." They sound as if Ike and Tina Turner were a bunch of white kinds playing in a punk band. And this was easily the best show I've seen them play.



The kickass chick drummer alternated between the demonic and the reserved throughout the set. I absolutely love the way she drums -- partially because she looks like a super young Peg O'Neill (of the historic garage band The Gories). They've got the right amount of reverb (which has a special place in my heart) and effects pedals, and it creates this interesting blend of music that nevertheless remains stripped down and raw.

I accidentally fell asleep next to a bunch of boxes that were on my bed earlier because it felt as if someone was on the bed laying next to me.

Andrew left to move to Calgary today and I don't think that the fact that he's gone has even begun to completely sink in.

Saying goodbye at the airport was one of the saddest moments of my life. We barely even spoke. We just cried. I tried to think of cute things I could do for him: bake snacks, make a carepackage, etc...but I didn't do anything. I spent the entire day trying to work around the huge cryball in my throat. On the way to the airport, I thought I was going to throw up. Andrew is two time zones away. I cried about that earlier. Not only is he far away, but we don't even have the same time. For some stupid reason, that's such a disconnecting feeling.

I hate this feeling so much.

In related news, I can't get the smell of Subway cold cut sub off my goddamn fingers. Seriously, it's going to make me barf.

Reason to hate Subway # 4309218109380.

Minor in Linguistics? Sounds like a plan to me.

Just about an hour ago, whilst working away like a little worker bee on my term paper for my communication and modern society class, I decided to start over and restructure the whole essay.

I have made the decision to scrap my initial boring idea, and I am now comparing marxist theory and hip hop culture. this shit is going to be hilarious. I think I might also compare some of Marx's beautifully written prose with modern day rap lyrics. God, I hope I don't wake up and realize this is a shitty fucking idea, because i'm pretty stoked on it for now.

K
SLEEP

I'll need to be focused as shit to pull this off. hahaha.

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Lawrence Paul Yuxweluptun
Born in 1957 in Kamloops, British Columbia

"Lawrence Paul Yuxweluptun, of Coast Salish descent, graduated from the Emily Carr College of Art and Design in British Columbia. In combining his own experiences with a political perspective, he paints landscapes with vivid, acidic colours, merging Native iconography with a surrealist influence to address West Coast Native issues. Yuxweluptun has chosen art as a way to voice his political concerns, exposing environmental destruction and the struggle of Native people. He hopes that his artwork stimulates dialogue between Native and non-Native people."


"We always get the shit end of the stick, so I figure, why not paint the shit end of the stick?" - Lawrence Paul Yuxweluptun


New Chiefs on the Land - 2008


DIA comes to visit Indians on the Reservation - 1999


Boy Toy - 1988


Portrait of a Residential School Child - 2005

Powerful stuff.

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I haven't been able to stop listening to Airport 5's Life Starts Here. I don't know what it is about Pollard, but I go through weird periods with him. One second I'm squirting for weeks over some legit GBV tracks, and two weeks later I stumble upon something from Airport 5/The Takeovers or something among the thousands of songs he's put forth and I lose my shit all over again. I'm HOOKED.

This song rules (ignore the visuals)



As usual, his lyrics are simple but hard hitting. mmm, brain food.

No connection between hot box and zip code
Circling Fort Recovery
For landing instructions

Save yourself
Stay alive
With Yellow Wife No. 5

White crushed Americans
Need weird energy
Time descriptions
Same old tricks
For computer strategy

Save yourself
Stay alive
With Yellow Wife No. 5

 "To say ' x is a gifted writer, but he is a political enemy and I shall do my best to silence him,' is harmless enough,"  Orwell wrote.

"Even if you end by silencing him with a tommy-gun you are not really sinning against the intellect. The deadly sin is to say 'x is a political enemy: therefore be is a bad writer.'"

I saw this at the Ottawa International Animation Festival on Saturday. I'm literally speechless. GO SEE IT. NOW.

Things have been stewing  in my brainpiece lately.  I generally feel pretty uncomfortable, and I'm trying to fix it. I just really, really don't know how/what/where to start.

What a weird couple of weeks.

You'd think that after playing sixteen thousand million dollars to them, Carleton could TRY to get their shit together? Their registration website sucks fucking huge ass and now I have to wait like, 5 days for my problem to get fixed.

I'm going to slaughter some talented children if I don't get into the Critical Nationalism class.

I'm 20.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Question:

Should I purchase this antique dresser?




The dude is selling it on craigslist for 150$ but I'm going to try and swaggle it down to 120.

I think it's beautiful, but WAT DO U GUYZ THINK?

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I want to hold their paws so bad.

Baby Jesus knows that I want a baby siamese kitten. I've wanted one ever since Jamie showed me pictures of his first kitten Tinkerbell and she was SO adorable. Since then I've been googling endless picture of siamese sealpoint kittens and I've been dying inside for one.

Three weeks in a row, the pet store aacross the street has had litters of siamese sealpoint kittens and for three weeks in a row I have had to deal with the world cutest kittens staring at me all sad when I go to my bank. They're all like 'KRISTAL LOVE US' and I'm all like 'I CAN'T, YOUR LITTERBOX WILL MAKE MY APARTMENT STINK' and they're all like 'WE WON'T POOP, PROMISE' and I'm all like 'I DON'T BELIVE YOU. STOP LOOKING AT ME'.

Then once I'm done my banking, I stop by the window just to see and one of them does something that makes me cry. Like put their paw on my finger through the glass and stare at me in the eye.

FUCK YOU BABY JESUS, THIS SHIT IS ONLY SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN IN COMMERCIAL AND/OR MOVIES AND/OR GRAPHIC NOVELS.  Not irl.

I'm drunk for the first time in two weeks, and all I can think about are kittens. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I went to the mall to buy apple sauce and I ended up buying:

• apple sauce with a protective spell cast upon its lid
• two candles
• some undergarments
  
• The Walrus magazine
• blister band-aids + polysporin
• a pineapple
• basmati rice
  
• mango & papaya yogurt
• special k cereal
• lip gloss

BAD KRISTAL.

Listen to this song please! It's been on repeat for about 5 days now.

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Here comes the night

All the skies opened up
and now they're mentioning your name
in connection with a drowning when you're just saying -
"Ah, let it come down!"

So you stole that Schwinn
and rode right in to the Winner's Circle of the Sun...
Now Mile-End is claiming -
"You're one of those! Take off those clothes!
You're one of them!"...
But you won't...

I couldn't turn around.
I couldn't wrap my head around it...
Best to forget that things change,
hanging outside in the rain is OK...
I walked into the festival.
Did these cacophonies please you?
Hey, they pleased me too...
while we still had our sight, but don't look now, people,
here comes the Night...
Here comes the Night...

I heard those traps you've been living off of (and on) have come undone...
I heard you only poach to save your children...
Well save it...
cause a real thief (Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!) thieves...

I couldn't turn around...
or phrase it as a question...
'cause when it comes to that prize a temple your size was too big...
I walked into Festival... (I know you know)
The Festival of Symphonies pleased you...
They pleased me too...
back when we still had our sight,
but don't look now, Angel, here comes the Night...
Here comes the Night...

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