Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Havana Casa update


I got a response from a preferred Casa.

An Art Nouveau Casa. *sigh* It's one of only 25 building left in the Art Nouveau style in Old Havana and built in 1913 by Mario Rotllant.

It's an air-conditioned bedroom with a double bed with a private bathroom and a ceiling fan. There's also an open air patio off the bedroom.


So lovely. So lucky to get a space. Can't believe I missed seeing this building as I walked all over Habana Veija last year. It's 30 CUC a day (totally average price for any casa and about $40) and has an optional breakfast for 4 CUC ($5) which is apparently: fresh fruit, coffee/tea, bread and eggs. Have I ever mentioned the Cuban coffee and honey? OMG- that's another post all together.

Naturally, I have cordially declined on the other casa. I'm not sure if I'll go anywhere else in Cuba. This is like a dream. I wonder if they'll keep me as their in house Canadian?

I once went all the way to Brussels to look at Art Nouveau and dreamed of finding an Art Nouveau house to stay in. I didn't, but I find it oddly ironic I have found one in Havana. I didn't even know Art Nouveau was in Havana and when I did see it last year- it was crumbling.

Now, I have a renewed mission and purpose- to rediscover and find anew the lost Cuban Art Nouveau.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

perched


perched, originally uploaded by jill y.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

home away from home

I found a little sweet casa in Havana. Or at least I think so. You never really know until you get there, how it's going to be.

The last time I was in Havana, I stayed in a apartment that was reached by elevator. To get in the elevator- you stepped over a 4 inch crumbling limestone gap. Often the elevator was out and you had to walk the narrow, sweaty and dark stair case.

The Casa last year was really comfortable and safe, but the owner also had a 17 year old son who brought his friends over to practice their Latin rap at full blast during my 5 pm siestas.

The translation of this Casa's website says:

Beautiful private House, located just in the center of Havana Old, boarding house of lodging, income, rent and lodging. The house is comfortable, has to the entrance a patio with many plants Has two rooms with bath private.one of the room has a small patio, with plants seats, table, chairs, where you can enjoy beautiful and adorable Cuban sun. The room, dining room and the rooms built with pleasure to be felt in its own house. .

In our private house will be able to live its own experience of as we live the Cuban families, its customs, and we can teach him and to explain him everything that want to know about Havana old and Cuba so that sits down like at home. The rooms are fresh, with a double bed, comfortable environment, private bath, cold and hot water the 24 hours, fan and air conditioning.

Next to the rooms an extensive patio with excellent lighting is found where enjoys itself a fresh breeze and sun, special for the delight of a good book, a Havana cigar and a Cuban liquor.

The location of the Private House in Havana Old is central to not more than 2 minutes of the Capitol, town square and the Restaurant "Floridita" preferred by Hemingway, and to 10 minutes of the Cathedral, from the Restaurant the Bodeguita of the Middle, Palace of the Revolution, Museum Fine Arts, Chinatown and other magnificent colonial works, museums and jewels of Havana old.

We have a cheap price in the private house of 25-30 cuc by room depending on the season.

Note to self: bring a good book, avoid the Cuban cigars, and enjoy the "adorable" Cuban sun.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

an open letter

I thought I would gently let you know that you're trying too hard. I don't know what it is exactly. Is it an insecurity? Are you afraid people aren't noticing you. Maybe you feel invisible. I can tell by the way you laugh that it's not you. There's something held back, controlled and slightly contrived. It keeps me from laughing with you.

I've noticed on more than one occasion that you 'one up'. If I have a pain, you have a bigger pain or know someone who has a bigger bigger pain and you tell me instead of just listening and supporting. It's the same for something good that happens. You have something better. It's hard for me to share anything with you.

I don't mean to be harsh, but this isn't the kind of notice and acknowledgment I think you want. I'm sorry if you are feeling tiny and small and afraid no one sees you. Try and see the light that shines on other people and love them for that and you'll find a light of your very own. I'm afraid the things you do to "prove" you're more or better just cast a stormy cloud and eventually rain on your parade as well as mine.

love.
Jill

Monday, March 30, 2009

be a brother



I saw Big Brother and the Holding Company play over the weekend. 3 of the 5 original band. Sam Andrew- guitar, Dave Getz- drums and Peter Albin- bass. Dave Getz once called the fame of Big Brother is like a Golden Albatross. It was a strange event. It was clearly marketed as Janis Joplin's original band, but talking to them- you got the sense that they were tired of being in her shadow- even 40 years later. I felt bad for them. Either they made her famous or she made them a killing in endorsements and no matter what- they were inseparable.

Friday, March 27, 2009

serious business


serious business, originally uploaded by jill y.

I was in Seattle with my mom and sister and we hit the Pike Market. Immediately we got separated. This girl's bangles caught my eye and I stopped her and asked her if I could take a photo. She struck this pose and people walked by and I overheard someone say sarcastically, "she's taking a picture of that girls bracelets" and then I caught this girl's expression.

The world is a hard place to be. I'm glad she made it more colorful.

Monday, March 23, 2009

on the street in Seattle


obama, originally uploaded by jill y.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

belgian endive in Brussels


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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

number thirty six


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Monday, March 16, 2009

A Taste of Cuba

A new friend dropped off an old book for me.

The sketches are amazing. They're done by Ximena Maier and now I am a fan. They really capture the feeling of what I saw in Cuba and like photographs I took. So, feeling inspired.. I decided to take on page 73 and make Red Snapper "a la Santa Barbara".

While I warm up leftovers..

Ingredients:
1/2 cup wheat flour
2 eggs
2/3 cup shredded coconut (I used packaged, but I have a funny feeling fresh would have been better.)
1 tbsp chopped scallion or green onion
1 tbsp chopped parsley
1 lb fresh red snapper (go to a Fishmonger if you can.)
Oil for deep frying (Grapeseed is best)

For the sauce:
1/2 cup finely chopped onion (I used the left over green onion)
1 ounce butter
2/3 cup white wine (I bought Santa Isabela Sauvignon Blanc- Chile, and it was lovely.)
1 1/4 cup coconut milk
1 tsp wheat flour
1 pinch Annatto powder (if you can find it. see note)

Method:

For the sauce:
Saute onion in 2/3rds the butter for 3-4 min. on low heat without allowing it to brown.
Add the wine & coconut milk and cook on low until reduced by half.
In a separate pan, fry a tsp of the flour in the remaining butter.
Add this to the 1st mixture to thicken the sauce.
Add the annatto powder and cook for 5-7 minutes more.
Season with Salt & pepper.
Puree the sauce and set aside in a saucepan.
The sauce should be light and not too thick.

Place the flour in a shallow bowl and the beaten egg in another. In a 3rd bowl, place the shredded coconut with the chopped scallion/onion and parley. Season the fish fillets with salt, cover each fillet first with flour, then the egg, and finally with the coconut mixture. heat the oil in a skillet on high heat and deep fry the fish until golden. Drain the fish on paper towel.

serve the fish immediately with the very hot sauce handed separately.

Drink the rest of the wine.

(Note: Annatto powder is adds no flavor, just a yellowish or orange coloring.)


Sunday, March 8, 2009

had I stopped to tie my shoe before I turned left

If I hadn't decided to walk home that one day, I wouldn't have crossed the street.
If I hadn't have crossed the street, I wouldn't have been hit by a car.
If I hadn't been hit by a car, I wouldn't have sued the driver.
If I hadn't sued the driver, I wouldn't have had the cash.
If my sister didn't guess how many clown noses were in a jar, she wouldn't have won the contest.
If my sister didn't win the contest, she wouldn't have given me a plane ticket to Europe.
If I hadn't have gone to Europe I wouldn't have come home to go to University.
If I hadn't have gone to University, I wouldn't have worked at Zenari's.
If I hadn't have worked at Zenari's, I wouldn't have got that job at the cheese deli.
If I hadn't worked at the cheese deli, I wouldn't have found out I love facts about cheese.
If I didn't love facts about cheese, I wouldn't have move to Calgary to pursue it.
If I hadn't have moved to Calgary, I wouldn't have lost touch with a friend.
If I hadn't have lost touch with a friend, I wouldn't have returned to find him.
If I hadn't have found out he died, I wouldn't have been upset.
If I hadn't have been upset, I wouldn't have sought out other friends I had lost touch with.
If I hadn't sought out other friends, I wouldn't have gotten the opportunity.
If I hadn't have gotten the opportunity, I wouldn't have bought the Valiant.
If I hadn't have bought the Valiant, I wouldn't have moved to Vancouver.
If I hadn't moved to Vancouver, I wouldn't have been at Joe's Cafe.
If I hadn't had been at Joe's Cafe, I wouldn't have me Michael.
If I hadn't have met Michael, I wonder if the last 5 years would be as great as they have been.

Thanks to Nicolien for the idea

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Monday, February 23, 2009

it was worth the wait

Michael and I were wandering around the fancy market we never go to unless we're looking for rare red cow Parmesan, raw milk Stilton and bottled water with Swarovski crystals embedded in the bottles as a logo design when I stumbled upon a funny looking thing.

Since I was somewhat overwhelmed by gold dusted chocolate bars and ostrich eggs sold only a few feet from one another, I made note of the name and fled- without one.

Later.. in an equally rare visit to the fancy celluloid drugstore, and while perusing the aisles of Bernardo Bertolucci films while having menacing thoughts towards film snobs, I overheard an unusual conversation..

It's dense and firm, like it has no pulp.
There are these fingers that grow out of it.
Ya, I don't know. Fingers. I can't think of any other way to describe them.


I leaned around the corner and said.. you're talking about Buddha's Hands aren't you?



Saturday, February 21, 2009

Yes, we are open!


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Thursday, February 19, 2009

i'm sorry I have been neglecting you. I'll come back to posting soon.


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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

packrat


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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Liberty


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Friday, January 30, 2009

20 Random Things

1.When I was born, the doctored played a joke on my mother and told her I was a boy.

2. When I was 4, a boy pushed me into the corner of a glass coffee table because I wouldn't share my toys. I ended up with stitches and a scar in one eyebrow.

3. I used to dress up in my mother's old heels and dresses and stand by the highway on my Granmother's Farm and wave at traffic.

4. My right eye is half brown and half blue.

5. 5, 3 and 21 are my favorite numbers.

6. I hate mushrooms but will eat Campbell's Mushroom Soup

7. I changed my last name when I was 23.

8. I broke my wrist while playing with a cat.

9. I had braces.

10. I still have my wisdom teeth. I keep them in a little glass box on a piece of velvet. No one knows this except for you.

11. I once went to Mexico for lunch and Spain for 15 minutes.

12. I've had E- Coli. It put me in the hospital for a week.

13. I left home when I was 16.

14. My current relationship beats out all the others at almost 5 years. Before Michael I was running a trend at 10 months.

15. When I was back packing in Europe, I live in both an abandoned house on the outskirts of Rome and a yacht off the coast of Spain.

16. My family tree connects to both George Washington and Robert E. Lee

17. I'm know a lot about cheese.

18. My biggest fear is being homeless.

19. I am fascinated with Janis Joplin.

19. I have a rock from Alcatraz. I've been carrying it around with me for 15 years.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

stress relief

Classes are designed for beginners with little or no experience and
will provide the student with a thorough knowledge of basic glass
blowing techniques, hotshop etiquette and safety. During each
class teachers will demonstrate and guide students step by step to
create their own one of a kind glass blown piece, which can be
picked up and ready to take home as early as the next day. Students
will have the chance to learn and practice the fundamentals
of gathering, centering, marvering, basic color application and
proper shop etiquette in a fun, safe and comfortable environment.
All materials are included. Sunglasses, cotton clothing, and closed
toed footwear. There is a maximum of 6 students per workshop
with 2 instructors. Each student will make 6 pieces.

Did you know it costs $600 to take glass blowing classes? Who knew hotshops were so expensive.

I met the guy who runs this class in my favorite coffee shop one really early morning day. I didn't know he was a glass blower, but we started talking about Chihuly and I went off on some tangent about how glass blowing was really similar to soap making. Soap needs to be poured at a certain temperature even just before it cools. If you aren't quick, it can turn into a solid right before your eyes. Just like hot glass.

The night before there was a glass blowing documentary on TV, showing a huge hotshop auditorium (there's a big Glass Blowing Studio in Tacoma).

I babbled on about how glass blowing has the same nuances of fragility and I carried on about Chihuly and Oregon. I felt really passionate about it for some reason. Maybe it was the early morning delirium or the lack of coffee. I don't know but, it turned out he was on his way to the Glass Blowing College to do a seminar and gave me his card. I was stunned and said something about serendipity. I have thought about alot and felt I would really enjoy glass blowing.

I visited the studio as part of the Art Crawl and signed up for updates on classes and today it popped up in my inbox. Hello expensive class and 6 keepsakes.

Once, I rented a bike and rode down path in the Belgian Countryside.


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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

sock it to me



I know a girl. I call her the Hebrew Hammer. Other people know her as Litta Apple Balm.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

frosted wheat


frosted wheat, originally uploaded by jill y.

Monday, January 12, 2009

the thing about blogs..they chronicle the boring, sometimes interesting and all the stuff in between. Behold, 2008

January
I covered my left arm in a tattoo. It all went a bit haywire for a bit, but got sorted.
I discovered Gypsy Punk and Gogol Bordello
Made a new year's resolution to do one creative thing a month- and then promptly forgot.
Went to Langley and scored a brilliant vintage quilt for 50 bucks

February
Visited Portland and my long absent Father. As the years drift apart- so do we.
I went to Tokyo for a week. Konichiwa.

March
I recovered from Tokyo.
I wrote a 100 things I would like to do before I die.
I officially aged 1 year older towards that so I made a list of 37 things that made me happy.

April
I dealt with an "unfortunate tattoo incident".
I took a bunch of photos
I booked a ticket to Cuba

May
I went to Toronto and saw a dear old friend.
I got all Communist Revolutionary and traveled Cuba for 2 week.
I bought I ticket for Madonna

June
I discovered washing grains again.
I went to Scottsdale, Arizona.
I wrote a letter to my "ill spent youth".
I tried to over a pizza in another city for a friend of mine- I failed.
The tattoo saga continued.

July
I did the Proust Questionnaire
I photographed the neighbourhood kids covered in mud. I was the evil stranger to one.
Friends answered the Proust Questionnaire.
Sold merch at Billy Idol and snapped a bunch of shots.
Michael's Sister and Family came to town.
I went to a seminar in Seattle on how to stop the most horrible thing that could happen to a girl. It helped marginally.
I went to London and met up with Heidi after a 20 year bathroom break.
I hunted cheese shops.

August
I went home to Edmonton and took my bike.
Great trail riding ensued.
I saw a lot of old & new friends. Too many to mention here.
I wrote the one poem I spit out a year.
Catpower at the Edmonton Folk fest with Tracy. Nuff said.
I still have the 5 claw strike on my calf from falling off my bike.
I saw my mom. Nuff said.
I decided I would revamp my blog. It's is still unvamped.
Bess moved to Australia.

September
I went to New York City with Michael and stayed at the Chelsea Hotel.
My mom walked the El Camino De Santiago in Spain with my aunt.

October
I wanted to vote for Obama.
I gave thanks.
Keep Calm and Carry On
I was in the same room as Madonna.

November
I posted every day.
I protested for gay rights.
I was named in a human rights complaint.
I had a root canal.
I protested the rain, but I rode in it nonetheless.
Mom, Catherine and I traveled all the way to Kilby and Maple Ridge.
We discovered baked French Toast with cream cheese, raspberries and lemon sauce.
Uncle Wiley passed away.
The Art Crawl and Synechdoche New York were my cultural fixes.
I wiped out on my bike.

December
I took a deer out on a date.
I survived
I discovered the bands: Fleet Foxes and First Aid Kit
I stayed in a brilliant B&B in Victoria.
It snowed- alot.
Michael and I drove back to Alberta.




Sunday, January 11, 2009

the stars align

My horoscope reads:

You've been attracted to friendly oddballs, psychics, therapists and shy people over the last few years - this trend continues.

You know who you are, an likely- I've known for a lot longer than a few years.

I have a long history of befriending, entertaining,and sometimes admiring the outcast, oddball, artist, unusual, eccentric, and outside mainstream. These days however, I'm less inclined towards the over-the-top type, the counterculture that becomes popular culture type, or weird for the sake of weird types. I've gone soft in my old age. I have fleece in my wardrobe.

I should write about the time I befriended some "busker" in Edmonton when I was 13. He was about 6"2, wild curly hair, John Lennon specs, and he made coffin coffee tables and his own coffin shaped guitars. He acquired the nickname of Rubberhead and might have been a former tenant at Alberta Hospital. He invited me back to his apt and naively, I went. I sat on a ripped out bench seat from an old truck, acknowledged there was a rotting cabbage amongst other garbage on the floor and smiled and nodded about his recollections of being the offspring of aliens. He showed me his sketches and plans for a time machine. He gave me a comic book and a little figurine made out of mud.

I beat a hasty retreat sensing tension in the air, he followed me. I jumped on the next bus and he yelled after me: Don"t you love me anymore? Years later, before he died trying to get to the ocean via the North Saskatchewan River, he put on gigs in Ukrainian Community Halls, called Rubberhead's Rock n Roll Show.

I never really talked to him again. But he began a long list of musicians, travellers, minstrels, punks, panhandlers, poets, and painters, photographers, bouncers, bikers, record shop and cafe owners that I befriended over the years.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

portfolio

10- 5x7
13- 8x10
8- 8x12

countless frames, ready made and hand cut mats, time, money

One wire bound photo album with portrait style high clarity print preservers

cost: less than $1000

result: double that if I sold everything

reason: to show

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Tea for two, you and me maybe even three



I have another tea pot and I love it because it was a gift from Michael, but it makes a quick 2 cups and calls it a day. My sister somehow found me the PERFECT tea pot. Brews at least 4 cups. Has a fine mesh strainer, good for Rooiboos, and it's CLASSIC. I love it!!

Thanks Sis.

Monday, January 5, 2009

the photo


IMGP2784.JPG, originally uploaded by jill y.

That led to our unfortunate adventure, "Not Narnia".

Friday, January 2, 2009

not Narnia, edited with links to photos

Really, I wish I took photos but the whole thing was like a lucid nightmare that had aspirations of veering dangerously off course. I had visions of Fargo dancing in my head and somehow taking photos of the horror would have been the catalyst that pushed it over the edge.

While on the way to Grandmother's house for tea (isn't that how they all start?), we took a road off the secondary highway to Olds, Alberta. It was tree lined and with the fresh fallen snow, looked like the entrance to Narnia. I took some photos and we turned around for the hay bales that looked suspiciously like frosted mini wheat's with the dusting of snow.

For some reason, we decided to go back down the road to Narnia. I don't know why but, I was glad we did at first, as along the road were some old granaries that are too often being torn down for the sturdier and uglier metal ones. With my back turned to take photos, I was unaware of the series of events that would happen next until it was too late.

Even though we were on a desolate rural road a few km off the main highway, Michael decided to pull over to the side of the road- even though, I said, "I'll just be a minute." To his defense, it did appear that there was a culvert at the T-intersection to which a road led to a nearby farm. But, to our dismay, it was not. What was there instead was the steep prairie ditch filled with snow and when Michael pulled off to the side, he hit that snow with the weight of the vehicle and it tipped violently to one side.

I was in disbelief. Keep in mind that we had driven out of the worst snowstorm to hit the lower mainland, endured the steep mountainous Coquihalla highway in a blizzard, and thus far avoided the circumstance of so many vehicles ill prepared for the road conditions. How was it that a quick stop for photos, and a traveling speed of 2km/hour would be our demise?

Unbelievably, just as it happened, 2 guys in a huge pickup truck (like the ones we laugh at for being so monstrous) pull up and ask if we'd like to be pulled out of the ditch. I figured our magical Delica and Michael's skills could do the job and said,

"well maybe you could just wait and make sure we get out OK."

"alright, we're just going up to that farm and we'll be back in about 10 minutes."

When they didn't come back, I went and got them. It was -16C, the wind was blowing and I refused to get in the vehicle leaning dangerously in a steep ditch. I told Michael, "look- I don't know who these guys are and who knows. If I'm not back in 20 minutes call the police" and I set off down the dirt road- freezing.

Nice guys. Can't remember their names now, but they didn't kidnap me, as imagined.

They managed to pull us along the ditch rather violently but without success in getting us out. The Delica looked like a little helpless toy being tugged through the snow by a monster truck sliding against the thin gravel. I stood there in horror and praying that the rope didn't snap or the van tip and twist from the attempt. I stood there fighting back massive tears that would have frozen like sad icicles under my eyes, it was so cold.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. We weren't supposed to be there. We were supposed to be at my grandmother's drinking hot tea. My legs were stinging and prickly from the tiny pins of cold air and I was watching a horrifying situation with my love in a helpless and potentially dangerous position.

Suffice it to say, we switched the rope to the other side, the driver of the truck backed up a bit, got a good running start and bounced, literally bounced, Michael and our home on the road, out of the ditch. I grabbed the 40 bucks my aunt fern had given me to make some prints and 20 from the wallet and thanked them profusely we had a quick chat and told them it was all so silly as I just wanted some photos of the granaries and they said good thing as they're planning to take a bobcat through them in the spring.

I made a note to self to visit the road in the warmer months in hopes the buildings would still be there, drop a bottle of Jack off on the doorstep of the farm and then got the hell off the road to not Narnia.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

things not to do and vice versa

I've has some unusual experiences in the last few days while Michael and I have driven from Vancouver to Red Deer, Alberta through some of the worst weather BC had this year.

So for the final hours of 2008, I'll list them while we wind our way through the mountains to Banff...

1. Trust others. Give them the info to make their own decisons.

2. Give your customers the benefit of doubt and if they want to split the discounted Po'boy let them.

3. Travel with snacks and juice.

4. Be veryu careful of ditches filled with snow.

5.Be thankful and grateful of strangers come along on a rural road and pull you out of the ditch.

6. Appreciate the love and kindness right in front of you.

7. Visit your family.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

the three graces

where oh where has my true love gone?


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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

tracking santa

Through the Coquihalla,
Over the hills of snow
Off to see the wizard,
Called Krimbo, don't you know.



I'm sending my mom and friend Lisa periodic GPS updates.

http://maps.BlackBerry.com?lat=50.20210&lon=-120.65644&z=8

And now you can see them too. Cut and paste into a new brouser if the link doesn't work.

Merry Merry Joy Joy


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I'm off with a load of granola bars, fruit, juice, blankets, candles, tow rope and tire chains for wild west adventure to Alberta.

Hopefully, I won't be burning the wrapping paper on my gifts to keep warm in a snowbank.

Just kidding Mom, Dad, family.

Merry Christmas You.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

It's a Lush Life..

bushels



I found this Wheat Necklace on Etsy. It came all the way from Italy and arrived just in time to brighten my cold, wet and dreary day. Thanks Mail delivery Person for being out in the hard packed snow, salt and bad drivers.

Friday, December 19, 2008

island life

The last time I was on an island it was Cuba. The night was hot and tropical and mysterious. Palm trees illuminated against the night sky left lingering shadows of strangers waiting for rides in the middle of nowhere.A cab buzzed me recklessly through the heavy black air, over Soviet built roads and past billboards of anti-American and pro Socialist propaganda and though the decrepit streets of Havana to my borrowed bedroom home.A bed with only a top sheet and 2 pillows, a tiny fridge and a window overlooking a roof top with a kept rooster would be by home for 2 weeks.

Tonight the island adventure is with air so crisp and puffs of breath that keep me an unwelcome company. Yellow street lights glare down on crunchy snow and make the trees pointy and stiff without their leaves. A bus dark with strangers keeping to themselves and glancing suspectantly at each other makes it's way along show homes and prefabricated siding with manicured trees and cascading rock landscaping services. Tonight my borrowed bedroom will be a ruffled and flowered with puffy blankets and meant for 2. But it's just me on the island.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

a note ed

I've been wandering and rushing around these last few months in a navy blue haze. sometimes the light breaks though for a moment of a nice cerulean blue..maybe for a moment of robin egg blue. But, generally it feels blue and dark, this cloud I find coated upon my presence in life.

This mini grief I carry around in a rose colored handbag. Do you ever feel like you had a day in your 20's when you thought.. one day it will be better..then I will be happy.. one day, it will go away and it won't matter. and then one day you woke up and you realized that you had spent 20 years waiting for whatever it was to go away so you could start something that would feel meaningful and there it was, stuck to your shoe still.

This made me kick off my shoes and feel sunshine again.

Monday, December 15, 2008

catch me if you can


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Sunday, December 14, 2008

guess where


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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

a sketchy sketch

On my way home, and half way up a hill in the rain, I suddenly discovered my front wheel had gone completely flat. Not a little bit flat. Completely flat. Not ride-able to the nearest gas station. Flat. Did I mention the prairies?

Morosely, I walked my bike down the hill. Rain dripping down my rain covered helmet. Drops of rain in attack mode against my rain repellent pants, making a slight headway into my shoe coverings and certainly dancing a dance upon the neck of my rain coat. Did I mention it was wet?

In the dark and oil slick wet street back to work, I passed 2 coworkers who barely recognized me in my repellent suit of armor. But we said our greetings and carried on.

forward 2 hours:

Me: Oh Kate. It got so much more worse

Kate: What happened???

Me: The keys to the van and my wallet were locked in my office. I thought I had the key. When it turned and broke off in the door, I suddenly realized it was my apt key I broke. Stuck at work in a wet suit- with a flat tire, no money and no apt key.

I did the obvious thing I could think of.

Kate: WHAT?!

Me: With some help, we got a hammer and screwdriver and attacked the lock until it was a wretched mess and then hacked away some more until we were able to get the door open.

Then I phoned my landlord and no one answered.

Kate: OH MY GOD

Me: I KNOW.

Kate: This is awful! Are you still at work??
Me: It's a bad b-movie without the soundtrack.

Kate: Where's your man friend?

Me: In the UK. He has my spare key.

Kate: Oh my......

Me: I spent about 40 minutes me surfing the web, going through friends in my head that would put me up and alternating between a hotel room and sleeping at work.

Kate: Are you just going to keep trying the landlord?

Me: No, it's OK. I'm home now.

Kate: Oh you are? Oooooh, ok good. Good grief Jill!!!

Me: But I got home to find that my boyfriend's vehicle, that he co-shares with another friend, happens to be off insurance and is parked out front in a "street cleaning zone" and bound to be towed if not moved.

Kate: Aaaaaahahhahaa

Me: It's comedy of errors.

Monday, December 8, 2008

dreaming of days gone


IMGP2318.JPG, originally uploaded by jill y.

I may be wrong..

But I think everyone I know has a ball of string and therefore needs a Victorian String Holder, just because it's so pretty.



And affordable available right here in Vancouver at Lee Valley

I LOVE this hat



It's from this Etsy site. By the way, my head size is medium and I like it in Eggplant, Black linen, and Black and White herringbone.

I think it would go really great with my new necklace.


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

chainlink

Take the day off and be gay.

Go shopping

Have a cute overload.

away


IMGP2252.JPG, originally uploaded by jill y.

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

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.

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

Saturday, November 8, 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 7, 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 6, 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 5, 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 4, 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 2, 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 1, 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?

Friday, October 31, 2008

hello- my name is jack


hello- my name is jack, originally uploaded by jill y.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

busy bees

Ya- I don't have too much to say right now. I'm kind of busy and not feeling creative. Today might have gone the way that many before it had.. off to work, solve problems, work late, come home, make dinner or order in, retreat to beautiful flannel sheets, and the biggest puffiest feather duvet I could buy covered in flannel. Get cat to purr in the crook of my arm. Fall asleep.

But tonight is different..back in May I decided to buy a ticket to the Madonna concert. I almost forgot about it and now I'm running late.. but tonight is different than the last few.


I'll fill you in later...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


on green, originally uploaded by jill y.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

guess where


guess where, originally uploaded by jill y.