mixed messages
August 1, 2010
Posted by jodi on August 1, 2010 at 6.18am
in which i am twelve years old
June 1, 2010
Posted by jodi on June 1, 2010 at 9.08pm
photo
May 16, 2010
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Those two curls wanted to twist up and look like an old teevee on my forehead.
Posted by jodi on May 16, 2010 at 9.00pm
don’tcha think
May 8, 2010
The only photo I took today at Windsor-Essex Change Camp. Which was a blast, a wealth of great ideas and passionate people AND I may have found a place to direct some of my volunteer energies that has nothing! whatsoever! to do with the arts community. At the end of a long week fraught with conflict in the world of artist-run, it was much welcome to hook up with the people who can get me a place at a different table, being part of a conversation about a community initiative that has long been only a passive interest. Stay tuned.
I’m going to write a post soon (soon, I mean it) about some of my upcoming summer projects both big and small, arty and dorky. Some of them are quite exciting! Others, maybe not. We shall see. But for now, here’s one new little project that Peter and I started this morning with the goal of making the world a better and less irritating place in a subtle but important way:
Removing misuses of the word “irony” from Wikipedia entries.
I created an account (This is not irony) and made my first edit before heading out the door for Change Camp: an entry on the Clash song “Train in Vain” (you might need to click through to the flickr photo and view full size to read it):
Not-irony free:
Definitely an improvement.
If anybody wants to help out with this project, let me know and I’ll send you the password. Because the gods know there’s a lot of not-at-all-ironic stuff going on out there, giving real irony a bad name.
Posted by jodi on May 8, 2010 at 6.04pm
fuck the police
May 1, 2010
And fuck Sting’s solo career too.
Posted by jodi on May 1, 2010 at 7.59pm
facing my fear
April 6, 2010
And throwing a rock at it!
HO YEAH.
Posted by jodi on April 6, 2010 at 5.17pm
too old to rock and roll, too young for diapers
March 13, 2010
It has warmed up considerably, and the path that leads up the hill to the Monastery is almost clear of snow.
Coming home today I had my first strange encounter on the path. I guess the weirdos have other places they prefer to go when it’s minus 20° outside. This afternoon it was more like 12°; I’m walking down the goat trail (steep side path, not pictured above) and I’m trying to stay on the rocky parts near the bottom because the path is muddy and I’m wearing my favourite red shoes. Down at the bottom where the goat trail meets up with the paved path there’s a large outcropping of rocks that the path diverges around, and the whole thing gets pretty steep right at that spot. Today there’s a man, about 55, with shoulder length white hair, a biker jacket and well-worn cowboy boots, and he’s lying down on the big rock and smoking a cigarette. So I grudgingly walk around, gingerly stepping on the small rocks and piles of last year’s newly revealed fallen leaves in order not to muddy my shoes. I’m also carrying an orange plastic bag full of solvent-soaked garbage (to throw away at home so that it didn’t stink up the studio at school, where my students are used to dealing with less toxic methods of printing than the ones I use). The bag of garbage may or may not have inspired the weirdness that followed.
So I’ve passed the guy, and I’m about to step down the last two steep rocks to the ground and he says, “It’s slippery”. “Yup”, I say, and keep walking. Then he says (from behind me, now) “If you slipped you’d get your ass all muddy”. “I won’t slip” I say, speeding up a little.
Then he says, “You should have brought your bag of diapers, you might need them”.
Seriously. BAG OF DIAPERS?
Not all that keen on having a confrontation with a stranger out in the woods, I just said “I’m sure I’ll be fine” and hightailed it outta there. What I wanted to say? Dude, there are thousands of pictures on the internet of women falling in mud and getting their bums all dirty. Surely there are quicker ways to satisfy your muddy diaper fetish than lying in wait in the woods hoping for someone to take a tumble. And on a Saturday, too, when the traffic out there slows to a trickle. Sheesh.
Here are some pictures of graffiti on the path that’s slowly being revealed by the retreating snow. I’m really hoping that the last one will turn out to say “Pocky”.
Posted by jodi on March 13, 2010 at 10.06pm
goat trail, now with 30% fewer trees!
March 5, 2010
Some people came and cut down a bunch of trees near the Monastery today. When I went over to take a few photos after work, there was a group of deer standing around the (now quiet) machinery, looking confounded. Of course they’re camera shy, so all you get is one tiny deer hiding in the shadows framed by the tree-ripper there. No, really, she’s there. Look harder.
Across the road the carnage was worse, and the steep, rocky little goat trail that the students walk (us middle aged old coots whose best years of cardiac health are behind us take the longer, more gently sloping path) is now a clearing big enough for a game day tailgate party. I can’t imagine what they might be building in such a spot, although there is a sewer at the top of the path. Where the path used to be, that is.
Phrases I need to work on saying less often, all of which show up here in my video narration, include:
1) adding “right now” onto the end of an otherwise perfectly finished sentence;
2) “. . . I tell you what” (picked up while living in Georgia, reinforced by a recent King of the Hill binge);
3) “Jesus Murphy”.
I’m clearly some kind of hayseed. At least I didn’t swear. Wait, is one of those a swear?
Posted by jodi on March 5, 2010 at 11.14pm
roll up the ripoff
March 1, 2010
On first glance I thought that perhaps Tim Hortons had, after all these decades, changed their colour scheme. But, no. This Country Style Donuts coffee cup is nothing but a dashing imposter, laying its glitzy colour scheme over the well known design of Tim Hortons’ nationally beloved and highly anticipatedRoll up the Rim. Here, have a look at how similar the design is:
photo by flickr user western tragedy
(for my non-Canadian friends: the other side of the Tims cup also has little black and white photos of the SUV and the television and whatever other stuff you can win on it. Just like the imposter cup).
Posted by jodi on March 1, 2010 at 11.28pm
i’ll show you mine
February 25, 2010
A comment thread on another website got me thinking: did I ever share my favourite pickup line story with y’all? I might have, but it’s short and sweet so here it is again anyway:
It was, I think, the summer of 1986; I was 14 years old and loitering around the playground of my old elementary school around 8:00 in the evening with a boy named Joe. Joe was a year or two older than me, 16 maybe. He hadn’t lived in our town long, having been recently shipped to the other parent while on probation for something about which I don’t know the details. The setting must have inspired him, because he suddenly, in the middle of an otherwise normal conversation, came out with the very juvenile suggestion “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”. Then he whipped down his fly and displayed his junk, indistinct in the fading evening light and the shadow of the school building (thank goodness; teenager penis is something nobody ever needs to see). This was immediately followed by what is still one of the best lines I’ve ever heard: “Now that we’ve seen each other’s genitalia, maybe we should introduce them sometime?”. So smooth. Never mind that he hadn’t even seen mine.
Ever the deflector, I said “Don’t you have a curfew?”. To which he looked at his watch, swore, and lit off across the field and home.
In retrospect I’m surprised that boy even knew a big word like “genitalia”. And I wouldn’t be at all shocked to learn that he’d heard that line in a bad movie.
Posted by jodi on February 25, 2010 at 9.39am
