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"The train clonks on and on. Through the prairies. She looks out at the flat lands, which from the train window could not ever tell you anything about what they are. The grain elevators, like stark strange towers. The small bluffs of scrub oak and poplar. In Ontario, bluff means something else--a ravine, a small precipice? She's never really understood that other meaning; her own is so clear. A gathering of trees, not the great hardwoods of Down East, or forests of the North, but thin tough-fibred trees that could survive on open grassland, that could live against the wind and the winter here. That was a kind of tree worth having; that was a determined kind of tree, all right.

The crocuses used to grow out of the snow. You would find them in pastures, the black-pitted dying snow still there, and the crocuses already growing, their greengrey featherstems, and the petals a pale greymauve. People who'd never lived hereabouts always imagined it was dull, bleak, hundreds of miles of nothing. They didn't know. They didn't know the renewal that came out of the dead cold."

-from The Diviners by Maragret Laurence
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it's a pretty awe-inspiring and humbling feeling to know you're watching an important moment in history unfold.
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Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It’s his
way of telling whether or not I’m dead.
If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am
He’ll think of something. He settles
on my chest, breathing his breath
of burped-up meat and musty sofas,
purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,
not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,
declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run. Some cat owners around here
should snip a few testicles. If we wise
hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,
or eat our young, like sharks.
But it’s love that does us in. Over and over
again, He shoots, he scores! and famine
crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing
eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits
thirty below, and pollution pours
out of our chimneys to keep us warm.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
and your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.
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TEAM SASKATCHEWAN FOR THE WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and yes, i'm talking about women's curling. and yes, i leapt to my feet at the triumphant moment, screaming, and then immediately called my mother. that was a seriously fucking tense game of curling, y'all.

commence mockery whenever.


Dec. 15th, 2010 07:00 pm
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it was hideous enough when cbc sacked the inimitable and long-tenured barbara budd from as it happens - which they ostensibly did because they were phasing out non-journalists from on-air programming. but to add insult to injury, they replace her with that 'joe the canadian' loser from those excruciating beer commercials?! what the fuck, cbc? why such a rapidly accelerating race to the goddamned bottom of the bullshit pile?
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this makes me confused and uncomfortable and a couple of other things:

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i'm currently about a third of the way through anne murray's biography; highlights of the first 100 pages include:

-how she was a big drunk in high school
-how she went to university to become a gym teacher (favourite sport: ladies golf)
-how, when she was having creative differences with her label, she acquired her first contract until false pretences, set it on fire, and then moved and changed her phone number
-how, when brian mulroney was courting her in university, she would get her roommate to pretend she wasn't home when he called, because she thought he was a total drip
-how she bought a mink fur in vegas, lied about it at customs when coming back into canada, and was the subject of an rcmp investigation
-how she busted her bandmates out of the hospital when they were overdosing on heroin
-how she dropped by sex clubs in sweden
-how, when lenny breau was in her band, she spent most evenings talking him down from assorted acid trips
-how dusty springfield, one of her BFFs, repeatedly tried to get into her pants

and there's so much left!
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forgive the facebook duplication if we're friends there, but this is the best book i've read in quite awhile:

you should probably read it.


Feb. 21st, 2010 09:04 pm
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i'm unconvinced that there's any way for a bald fag to grow a beard without looking like a leather daddy (nothing against leather daddies, but not what i wish to project into the world). is this something i can pull off? help me, internet.
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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows )
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i think this might be one of the catchiest songs the hidden cameras have ever written:

but can anyone explain to me what eff "the NA" is?

also, i have to eat crow for having so vocally hated metric all these years. this song is actually kind of excellent:

and just for good measure, this is still one of my favourite music videos of the last few years:

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aceart currently has an installation on consisting of a gigantic, wooden slope constructed in the gallery. things i have witnessed on the slope in the last five days include:

*a secret film screening

*a concert of accordion-based music with improvisational tuba, slope-as-group-percussion implement, and slide projection, also featuring a significant number of people waltzing

*liz from aceart playing the theme from beverley hills cop on keyboard with amanda from urban providing dance moves

*this, this, and this

there's also plans for a giant pie fight in the next few weeks. winnipeg is basically the best.
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just home from folk fest a couple of hours ago, and subsequently had what always turns out to be the Shower of the Year - four days of camping-related god-knows-what pours down the drain.

amazing weekend: i'm totally burned out and a shade of deep red-brown; saw the great lakes swimmers, neko case, iron & wine, gentleman reg and lots of others; lots of prairie sunsets; campfire dinners prepared by a four star chef; friends galore - it's kind of like my annual tune-up.

coffee and smokes, now.
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i just participated in the traditional, Manitoban Juice Newton thirtieth birthday circle dance. life is grand.

also, i invite your comment on the following, whiskey-laden hypothesis: shania twain, wynonna judd, juice newton and anne murray are the prairie fag's equivalent for cher, bette midler, alanis morissette and barbra streisand, respectively.
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it's nine pm and full daylight and i'm half-cut on bad whiskey and probably getting ready to go out, so i suppose it's officially summer, and here's a meme i stole from [ profile] idance2anything:

1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No! )

in other news, i dropped $85 on bedding plants today, and nearly bought some cut-rate mennonites but instead opted for a pair of old $5 ice skates.
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itunes tells me that i've listened to islands in the stream 34 times since downloading it a couple months ago.
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just back from leonard cohen; it couldn't have been any better or more poignant, truly.
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you know how when you click on a hyperlink it turns purple? this sometimes has alarming manifestations - like a couple of seconds ago when i discovered that at some point i had already visited a page on the complete discography of toad the wet sprocket.

it's been a really stressful couple of days.
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a mcsweeney's i find particularly hilarious

Actual Examples of Model Conversational Phrases That the Travel Guide
Les Etats-Unis Dans Votre Poche: Edition Bilingue (Haiter, 1980) Felt Were So Central to the Experiences Likely to be Undergone by French Visitors to America That It Included Them on Its Companion Study Cassette Tape.


- - - -

* It's enough to make you sick.
* But these jumbo jets are quite comfortable.
* To put it in a nutshell, you can't escape the fact that you're a product of capitalist culture.
* Well, crash pads are kinds of very cheap hostels, or rather shelters where you can spend the night for 25 or 50 cents, sometimes for no charge at all.
* Yeah! I'll bet if you laid those burgers end-to-end they would reach to the moon. Let's go try one, shall we?
* Are you alluding to the multinational corporations?
* Where's the fine democratic American melting pot?
* Better keep our strength to investigate some of those famous Kentucky bourbons they serve around here.
* Mobile-home living has really come a long way.
* We often wonder what is the true design of that remarkable and monolithic society. Yours is a complex subject.
* I'm never lucky at these kinds of luck things.
* We're becoming homogenized, pasteurized robots.
* Hello! We're visitors in Chicago and we were noticing all these security precautions you take to protect your store. Is all this really necessary?
* If you really want to help us, Jim, let us manage our own affairs.
* All right, wage slave, don't get mad! Get back to your toil before they sack you for goldbricking!
* I found your great optimism, your vision of a rosy future, to be encouraging and, shall I say, "seductively" infectious. But I also expect that you and I have different eyeglasses when we look at the current world economy crisis.
* That's not expensive, honey, that's "Dream Whip."
* It's no secret that the CIA operates in South America mostly to protect American business interests. Witness that ugly disclosure, some time back, that the CIA helped overthrow President Allende in Chile to prevent nationalization of more U.S. firms there.
* Fascination indeed!
* I never dreamed they were so religious here.
* Hey, let's change the channel.
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