Saturday, November 29, 2008

no milk for you

I'm excited about the new Sean Penn movie about Harvey Milk.



I know there's a bunch of people out there that may see this and I think you should pass this on.

Please do not go see Milk at a Cinemark Theatre. You can go to this website and type in your city to find the theatre to avoid spending a single dollar at. Go by a quart of milk instead and make hot chocky at home and wait for the video.

"The CEO of Cinemark, Alan Stock, donated $9,999 to the Yes on 8Campaign, but will now profit from showing MILK in his theaters."


So, you know.. look for your local Indie theatre or wait for it to come out on video cause it's wrong to deny a human being the right to marry based on their race, age, religion or sexual orientation.

Friday, November 28, 2008

on the list


Thanksgiving Day Parade, originally uploaded by t_a_i_s.

On year, I would like to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade in NY first hand. This shit is trippy.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

for sale in Havana


flower cart, originally uploaded by jill y.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

guess what??


IMGP4893, originally uploaded by jill y.

go boom

Shelley came to my door this morning. We normally meet in the park.

"I wiped out."

"Oh my god, are you OK?"

"Ya. everything is fine. It's slippery in some spots. Wear your rain coat. If you fall, you'll slide instead of fleece hitting the pavement."

I just looked at her grimly.

We spent the morning commute talking about wipeouts and injuries. All la-de-da. And then just before going down a hill, and around a roundabout, my rear wheel slide out under me and down I went.

PS. I always wear a helmet and gloves.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I don't menstruate, so I don't know how I could smell like I'm menstruating.

Michael, Rene and I went to see Synecdoche, New York tonight. It's the new Phillip Seymour Hoffman movie.

All I can say is the movie is a meta film rife with sub plots, surrealism, and double meanings. I'm not even to sure i can summarize this movie..

Death of a Salesman and the redundant and meaningless themes of Willy Loman fly overhead in wafts while Caden, played by Hoffman disintegrates slowly both physically and emotionally as he looses his wife (who leaves him for the fame of her microscopic art in Berlin) and launches into a grand production of the mundane by creating a life size version of New York inside a warehouse, with a cast of hundreds, instructed to play their roles based on slips of paper he gives them. Symbolic geatures of dopplegangers, the microscopic art he peers at with magnifying lenses and the overwhelming production of his larger than life play remind us that life is not all that it seems to be or is exactly as mundane as we feared.

Synecdoche (pronounced "si-nek-duh-kee", meaning "simultaneous understanding")

is a figure of speech in which:
* a term denoting a part of something is used to refer to the whole thing, or
* a term denoting a thing (a "whole") is used to refer to part of it, or
* a term denoting a specific class of thing is used to refer to a larger, more general class, or
* a term denoting a general class of thing is used to refer to a smaller, more specific class, or
* a term denoting a material is used to refer to an object composed of that material.
"http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2008/11/o_synecdoche_my_synecdoche.html"

Go see it.

Monday, November 24, 2008

the crawl update

I don't know why I torture myself with the Crawl. I go every year to find myself wandering into studios, to quickly spin on my heels. I know what I like and it's often not abstract, garish, or $2000. And if it's not for the bad art, it's the crowds of people and ones who linger in the entrance ways of studios that make me want to body slam my way out.

No seriously. I'm picky. I like simple things. Things that have a lot of negative space. Things with sinewy lines.

I'm not in the market for beautiful wood furniture or paintings 8 feet tall. I saw some beautiful things though but why torture myself with long gazing admirings? And when I did, it was sold!

What I do really enjoy is seeing the personal objects and presence in the studios. I gaze over them. The items pinned to the walls for inspiration, the paint splattered floors and old thrift store furniture, the notes. When I go into the live/work studios of the ARC, I coyly look at the items pinned to the refrigerators, look at the beds and contemplate opening the cupboards under the guise of "looking for art".

I do. I honestly prefer the voyeuristic aspects to the Crawl more than the art.

BUT: I did find 2 somethings wonderful.

I found a beautiful black wool shawl with woven flowers of pinks and blues with vibrant shades of green leaves. It reminded me of a painting I have.

I found a website and was drawn to the images of one photographer. When I found the studio, the image was for sale and I bought it. It's the image of birds on the 1st page of the website for Clayton Cooper. I should have bought the old abandoned farmhouse shot as well.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

What would you imagine?


IMGP2367.JPG, originally uploaded by jill y.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

learning to Crawl

Today is the East Vancouver Culture Crawl. The weekend when all the artists studios are opened to the public and you wander around looking at what they make and forraging at the bowls of licorice and chocolate, chips and carafes of hot cider.

It almost always rains being as it's held in late November and it's cold. So it's good to have a plan.

One thing is for sure is I'm headed to the Arc for this photographer

Friday, November 21, 2008

Me and Whylie back in the day

Thursday, November 20, 2008

for the Prairies


Wednesday, November 19, 2008

once upon a time


deitrus, originally uploaded by jill y.

I took my uncle Wiley for a drive in the countryside he grew up in. I saw something out in a treeline that caught my eye. As I am prone to do, I took off in search of the photo, leaving my Grandmother and her brother in the car.

As they are prone to do- they worried and strained in sight to make sure I didn't get caught in a coyote trap or something.

I snapped this photo.

Last night, Wiley died. He was 91. I liked to go visit him because he had a mischievous smile, wore plaid farmer shirts and suspenders, smelled old and reminded me of a black and white photo from the 30's. He was a charmer, a kind soul, and a helpful hand.

When I was small, we would visit his farm, down the road, from my grandmothers. His wife was a singer and would sit at the piano. They had kittens or some other kind of small farm animal that appeals to children. I distinctly remember sitting on some carpeted stairs trying to keep a kitten or two hostage with me, while I escaped the towering figures of the adults in the house.

Good bye Wiley. I'm sorry we won't have any more opportunities to go for a drive in the countryside.

xoJill

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

My Root Canal- the saga continues



That big long white line in the middle of my tooth- that's all fake. It's filling baby. As in drill that root out and fill 'er up with something else.

Fascinated- aren't you?

Monday, November 17, 2008

just in case

In case you missed the awesomeness of Baked Raspberry French Toast that I enjoyed at a recent stay at Penelope's B& B in Maple Ridge (courtesy of my mom and with my sister).. I found the recipe. I wouldn't dare not make this, unless you're a vegan.


Makes: 2 servings
– 4 slices day-old Italian bread, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
– 1/2 cup fresh or frozen raspberries or blueberries
– 2 oz. cream cheese, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
– 3 eggs
– 1 cup milk
– 1 Tbsp maple syrup
– 1/4 tsp poppy seeds

The night before: Grease two 8-ounce ramekins or large muffin tins. Line bottom half of tins with bread cubes. Cover with raspberries or blueberries and cream cheese cubes and top with remaining bread. Mix eggs, milk and syrup and sprinkle with poppy seeds. Pour mixture over bread, cover and let soak overnight in refrigerator.

In the morning: Bake at 350F for 25-30 minutes or until puffy and golden. Remove French toast from ramekins and top with Berry Compote or Lemon Sauce (see recipes below).

Berry Compote

– zest and juice of 1 lemon
– 1 Tbsp water
– 4 cups fresh or frozen berries
– 1 Tbsp maple syrup
– 1/8 tsp cinnamon

Combine all ingredients in a saucepan and simmer over medium heat until berries begin to break down and sauce starts to thicken. Serve over French toast.

Lemon Sauce

1 egg
– 3/4 cup sugar
– 4 Tbsp lemon juice
– zest of 1 large lemon
– 1 Tbsp butter

Whisk together first four ingredients and cook over low heat, stirring constantly. After sauce begins to thicken, stir in butter just to combine. Serve warm over French toast as an alternative to the berry compote.

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Sunday, November 16, 2008

did I miss a day

Of my Nablopomo challenge?

I went out of town.

My mom came to town and with my sister, we drove out to Kilby. It was pretty interesting but we got there about 10 minutes before it closed. Next time I'll know how far it actually is from Vancouver.


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We stayed in a really sweet B&B in Maple Ridge where we had bread pudding french toast for breakfast with raspberries and lemon sauce (which I got to take the rest home) and with a little googling.. I found the recipe.

We drove my mom to the Abbotsford International Airport and learned all about clepsydres, where one of the few is on display. Odd.

Friday, November 14, 2008

knit or crotchet me

You know you want to. Think of it as a pillow. I'll think of it as a possible Christmas present.



Of if you can't bear the thought of my kindergarten school portrait etched in embroidery floss, you can make your own.

Thursday, November 13, 2008


I think my friend Christine gave me an award- I'm a bit befuddled. But I'll accept it and the meme. This blogging everyday business is not easy!!

If there's any 2 blogs I have time to read lately.. It's Lisa and Bess. Both witty, funny unique, creative and somewhat bizarre in the best way possible.

7 things I did before

1. Lived in Alberta
2. went to university
3. was single
4. drove a 69 Valiant
5. worked in a deli
6. travelled to Cuba
7. smoked cigarettes

7 things I do now

1. Live in Vancouver
2. Ride a bike

3. stay in a relationship
4. manage a Customer Service Dept
5. take photographs
6. eat semi-breakfast regularly

7. brush my teeth every night

7 things I want to do

1. Loose weight 

2. have a show of my photos
3. visit a hammam
4. buy a vintage Vespa
5. work or live in a hostel again
6. find a work/life balance
7. stop battling myself

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex

1. creativity
2. kindness
3. grace
4. intelligence
5. compassion
6. lanky, baby
7. the ability to make me laugh

7 Favorite Foods

1. porridge
2. dinner at my mother's kitchen table
3. my grandmother's bread
4. red lentil curry vegetable soup
5. beef stew
6. creme brulee
7. lemon tarts

7 things I Say Most Often

1. Thanks, dear
2. Hi, how are you?
3. I don't know
4. OK
5. You must be joking
6. sweet dreams
7. see ya

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

people laying around in the sun in Brussels


IMGP5398, originally uploaded by jill y.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

buz, bex and but for Bess

This is my friend Bess. She normally looks like this, but sometimes she looks like this too.

Lately I don't see much of Bess, because she up and moved across the planet.

She took her beautiful little baby, of course, with her.

She calls her baby Bub and her husband Bun and when she see this.. she'll maybe answer my question..

Is she Bug, Bum or Busted?

(PS. miss you Bess.)

Monday, November 10, 2008

I had something really smart and witty to say today- some reflection of profound thought. Then I went and hald a carafe of red wine with my fella and I don't remember a thing.

Jill

Sunday, November 09, 2008

the next contestants on Dancing with the Stars

Saturday, November 08, 2008

whaddyaknow

MIRABILIA REPORT
(Mirabilia n. events that inspire wonder, marvelous phenomena, small miracles, beguiling ephemera, inexplicable joys, changes that inspire quiet awe, eccentric enchantments, unplanned jubilations, sudden deliverance from boring evils; from the Latin mirabilia, "marvels.")

* The National Center for Atmospheric Research reports that the average cloud is the same weight as 100 elephants.

* The seeds of some trees are so tightly compacted within their protective covering that only the intense heat of a forest fire can free them, allowing them to sprout.

* Thirty-eight percent of North America is wilderness.

* Anthropologists say that in every culture in history, children have played the game hide and seek.



* With every dawn, when first light penetrates the sea, many seahorse colonies perform a dance to the sun.

* A seven-year-old Minnesota boy received patent number 6,368,227 for a new method of swinging on a swing.

* As it thrusts itself into our Milky Way Galaxy, the dwarf galaxy Sagittarius is unraveling, releasing a thick stream of dark matter that is flowing right through the Earth.

* A chemist in Australia finally succeeded in mixing oil and water.

* Except among birds and land mammals, the females of most species are bigger than the males.

* The South African version of TV's Sesame Street has an AIDS-positive Muppet named Kami.

* The sky not only isn't falling--it's rising. The top of the troposphere, the atmosphere's lowest layer, is slowly ascending.

* To make a pound of honey, bees have to gather nectar from about two million flowers. To produce a single pound of the spice saffron, humans have to handpick and process 80,000 flowers. In delivering the single survivor necessary to fertilize an ovum, a man releases 500 million sperm.

* Some Christians really do love their enemies, as Jesus recommended.

* Kind people are more likely than mean people to yawn when someone near them does.

* There are always so many fragments of spider legs floating in the air that you are constantly inhaling them wherever you go.

* "The average river requires a million years to move a grain of sand 100 miles," says science writer James Trefil.

* Because half of the world's vanilla crop is grown in Madagascar, the whole island smells like vanilla ice cream.

* Your body contains so much iron that you could make a spike out of it, and that spike would be strong enough to hold you up.

* In his book *The Physics of Immortality: Modern Cosmology, God and the Resurrection of the Dead,* physicist Frank J. Tipler offers what he says is scientific proof that every human being who has ever lived will be resurrected from the dead at the end of time.

* In the Ukraine you can buy Fat in Chocolate, a food with a layer of dark chocolate covering a chunk of pork fat.

* Robust singing skill is correlated with a strong immune system in songbirds. Male birds with the most extensive repertoire of tunes also have the largest spleens, a key measure of immune system health.

* Bali has 80,000 temples.

* Romanian physicists created gaseous globes of plasma that grew, reproduced, and communicated with each other, thereby fulfilling the definition for life.

* In an apparent attempt to raise their volume above the prevailing human din, some nightingales in big cities have learned to unleash 95-decibel songs, matching the loudness of a chainsaw.

* There is a statistically significant probability of world-class athletes and military leaders being born when Mars is rising in the sky.

* Some piranhas are vegetarians.

* In the pueblos of New Mexico, bricks still measure 33 by 15 by 10 centimeters, proportions that almost exactly match those of the bricks used to build Egypt's Temple of Hatshepsut 3,500 years ago.

* Childbirth is often joyful even though it's painful.

* In hopes of calming flustered lawbreakers, Japanese cops have substituted the sound of church bells for sirens on police cars.

* Scientists believe they'll be able to figure out why cancer cells are virtually immortal, and then apply the secret to keeping normal cells alive much longer, thereby dramatically expanding the human life span.

* Clown fish can alter their gender as their social status rises.

* When she is born, a baby girl has all the ova she will ever have.

* Bluebirds cannot see the color blue.

* Gregorian chants can cure dyslexia.

* Bob Hope donated half a million jokes to the Library of Congress.

* Bees perform a valuable service for the flowers from which they steal.
* "Leafing through Forbes or Fortune [magazine]s is like reading the operating manual of a strangely sanctimonious pirate ship," wrote Adam Gopnik in *The New Yorker.*

* Revlon makes 177 different shades of lipstick.

* Your tongue is the strongest muscle in your body.

* The most frequently shoplifted book in America is the Bible.


From this site

Friday, November 07, 2008

keep falling on my head

Dear Vancouver,

This whole business of being in a rain forest- you take this too seriously. It doesn't make sense- you know- you've set up a coffee shop or restaurant every 10 feet with a patio. Sure, sure I get it. You don't get those ass biting cold blasts from the north like Alberta and so you figure people will enjoy those patios. But can we just think about this for a second.

You rain. Alot. You set up patios everywhere and have no awnings to protect people from the rain. You don't sell umbrellas unless they fit in a small handbag, are ridiculously ugly and black. The only awnings you have created are huge glass overhanging ceilings on cement sidewalks downtown.

I think someone forgot to tell you that you're also on a major plate shifting fault line and we're scheduled in the next 1000 years to have a massive earthquake. Thanks for all the glass. It's really pretty. Especially when it rains.

Can you just let up for a moment so we can enjoy it before it all comes crashing down?

Thanks.
Jill

Thursday, November 06, 2008

drill baby, drill

I thought I had chipped the enamel on my tooth drinking nut smoothies or something. All of a sudden I had searing pain in a tooth one day. The next day it didn't really get better and it was getting uncomfortable. So, I did the most natural thing to do, I bought myself dinner and drank my tea with a straw, avoiding "the sensitive area".

Well, today it was a bit much when just mentioning I had a tooth ache made me cry. I know I'm a bit stressed out right now, but that wasn't a reaction I was expecting. I phoned my dentist and managed to get in right away.

They did a few tests with liquid ice and warm water and concluded the root of my tooth was dead. It's dead they said. The tooth has died. There was a death on my body and I didn't even know! Tears erupted again. I thought I would be taking the tooth home in a tiny matchbox coffin. My fingers felt numb and I wondered where I would get a tiny shovel and how I would carve a tiny cross.

My the dentist reassured me that no- I could keep my dead tooth where it was and they were simply going to drill to inner core, wash out the dead nerve, put a little medicine in there and filler up again. Then, they said the 2 words no one ever wants to hear:

Root canal



It actually wasn't so bad. They dumped a truckload lot of freezing in there. Right now my left nostril is completely numb. I didn't feel a thing. I hummed along to the drill and gurgled incohesive words and tried to make eye contact with my teeth surgeons.

Then I did the most appropriate thing. I went and bought all soft foods. Perogies, Corn Chowder, arrowroot crackers and....
..ice cream.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

it takes a village


IMGP2431.JPG, originally uploaded by jill y.

Snapped in Greenwich Village. Michael and I popped in to buy a pack of Nat Sherman's for a friend of his.

Of this kooky little shop- there is an interesting fact to point out:

laid permanently in in the sidewalk (you can just make out the point of the plaque right at the door) is a marker that reads:

"Property of the Hess Estate
which has never been dedicated for public purposes"

"There used to be a five-story residential building on Christopher Street called the Voorhis. It was condemned in the 1910s to make way for the IRT subway. However, the Voorhis' owner, David Hess, refused to surrender this small plot to the city to become part of 7th Avenue South's new sidewalk. The Hesses created this mosaic to let everyone know of their small (VERY small) victory against the city.

Village Cigars moved to its present corner site in 1922, and bought the 500-square inch property from the Hesses for $1,000. The mosaic has stayed put."

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

and the envelope says...

You're the next contestant on the crazy train.

And that's what can happen in life and it can come cleverly disguised as a piece of mail.

One minute it's a simple brown envelope. Flat. Crisp. Punctual in it's neatly typed address label. Stamped.

The next it's a can of whoop-ass crazy with a jagged torn metal cuff and some sort of halitosis of the brain inside.

That.is.all.I.will.ever.say.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

I have a little white cat who long ago became accustomed to having 24hr access to the outdoors. When I moved to my new apartment I had to construct Ruby's ability to get in and out through a small window 5 ft off the ground. So a little ramp was constructed and the window remained open.

In all effort to be more energy efficient, my landlord constructed a window to fit in the window. A frame fitted with plastic sheeting and a little cardboard door- just slightly bigger than Ruby's head. So, sometimes, you can hear her scratching on the ramp and then her little pink nose pushed the cardboard door and her little head emerges.



Funnier still is when the last thing you see is the last of her one leg as she makes her way down the ramp immediately on the other side.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

It's that time of year again...


...when I agree to post everyday in the month of November. This should be interesting given that I have been prone to uninspired and somewhat angry inner thoughts lately. These have been systematically kept off my blog in the past, due to the fact that the very nature of this portal- as indicated by the title- is to post the things that need more kisses (or praise, or exposure..).

Mmmn.. maybe I just answered my own conundrum.

Onwards.. to National Blog Posting Month. Who's with me?