i've learned that pieces hate the obvious.

sunday night. with a good weekend behind me now.
friday after work, i transitted out to surrey to meet stephen.
then out to chilliwack for show with the rest of badgentina (watch that hard g there).
the whole thing was a bit of a gong show..
but we stayed out late, ate out late, got into the city late.

saturday, only a few short hours later, coffees firmly in hand,
we drove downtown for the buffy singalong.
how fun it is amongst a community of 200 with the same appreciation.
we were surprised by the large contingent of normal people, as opposed to past years.
thai food, mosaic, gigi's pizza.

i was outside for a moment at mosaic, and matty came down to join me.
matty has endeared himself to me.
i'm not sure of whats all going on for him,
some pretty serious mental things, as a banner.
walking outside he sees me,
"bella. what are you doing with that evil cigarette in your hand"
and pulls one out to light, with a smile.
i smiled and felt love of god.

i bought the new be good tanya's cd.
but i have not listened to it yet.
i'll let you know.

un petit montage.
the littlest, and the only girl. which can explain some attitude now and then.
the boys are on a superhero bent at the moment. here you can see the 'super mexicans'.
a recent trip to seattle with friends and relations.

"Dolly Parton is like this beacon of peace in the world
because people who hate each other love Dolly Parton.
Rednecks love Dolly Parton.
Gay people love Dolly Parton,
but they might hate each other.
So I think Dolly Parton is like this really nice point of light
where people can converge and enjoy her
and it's a pretty magical thing that she has managed to do."

greg walloch

"If the too obvious, too straight branches of Truth and Good
are crushed or amputated
and cannot reach the light,"
then "perhaps the whimsical, unpredictable,
and unexpected branches of Beauty
will make their way through and soar up to that very place
and in this way perform the work of all three."

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

just got in from a totally classic julie and stephen outing.
including all the following fundementals.
we put the fun in fundemental.
or the mental..
shitty food past any appropriate digesting hour.
happy bats cinema.
buffy. we have purchased our tickets for the singalong.

aside. the buffy the vampire singalong is an annual event here in vancouver.
doning costumes and finery,
the musical episode entilted 'once more with feeling' is aired.
singing along is mandatory.
also aired are a few other choice episodes.
so, october 28th, where will you be?

a major discussion on the poorly chosen apparel of a random pedestrian. fundemental you ask? sadly yes. this happens more oftan than one might like to admit.
a major oversight in evening plans.
a bicycle tucked neatly into the back of stephens van.
and lastly, some choice phrases uttered in unison
that i shan't copy out here.

tommorow is my 'friday'
flying to edmonton on real friday morning.

oh right its sunday night.
i guess since i'm just flopping here..
i'm TIRED.
today was a full day.
today was also rainy and full of decent sized walks.
walk number one. my house to the church for a meeting at one.
walk number two. church to the art gallery for a darfur thing.

which i'll aside here for a moment.
after rawanda we said 'never again'.
well hell, we need to make sure that never again means something.
darfur is insanely on the brink of genocide,
and its nearly the same situation UN wise, an unwillingness to step in.
and because of the unsafety, very few relief organiztions are going in.
come on canadian government. come on UN.
little fact. 648 letters to the government, i think last year, produced 400 million dollars for humantarian work abroad?
http://www.amnesty.ca/themes/sudan_darfur_conflict.php

ok walk number three. home from gallery.
walk number four. out of my apartment to the courtenay's car. then we drove over to the church space for a fest of a show which i'll be completely happy to never see again. aqua teen hunger force. kick me in the head.
also virginia native josh, made his famous tater tot casserole.
tater tots, cheese, mushroom soup and ground beef. i'm guessing regular, not lean.

back to the grind tommorow. i'm in decent countdown mode now, until my flight one province right.
one week this friday.
edmonton for about 18 hours, and then an excellent road trip one more province right, and into REGINA!!
gerrards and tylers unite.

i havn't had froot loops in, i'm sure, years.
but my mind just formed a perfect, mirage-like spoonful of them.
goodnight.

i'm taking that last one off,
really intresting, just a lot of words.
and hello. its 7.38 on sunday morning.
what the fuck
i would normally say.
but i'm just about off to the shower,
and then heading out to coquitlam
in a borrowed car.
to be there by nine oclock.
but right now its 7.39
and i have mild heartburn,
and greasy hair
and nearly no will to do anything about it.
my only beacon right now
is that coffee a few blocks away.

i'd like to break up the mid week monotony
with a beautiful little song that i found tonight
and havn't stopped listening.
and its by the most beautiful girl
whom i havn't seen in a few years.

hmm since i cannot figure how to bring the song to you,
please go to the song.
its posted on (my) myspace
please click on the right hand link.

its so lovely.

i feel burdened to this whole sunday night recap commitment.
especially so when i feel i have nothing to recap.
in my last post i mentioned my waning energy levels,
which really dictated my weekend i fear.
loads of sleeping in,
quite a bit of solitary red wine and smokes,
a viewing for the forth time of angelina jolie on inside the actors studio,
and i think which will now lead me to give forth my own answers to the bernard pivot questionaire.

What is your favorite word? plethora. incomparable
What is your least favorite word? quiver
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? a perception of genuine
What turns you off? a perception of putting on airs..
What is your favorite curse word? fuck.
What sound or noise do you love? the sound of barefeet padding on smooth cement.
What sound or noise do you hate? open mouthed chewing.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? acting
What profession would you not like to do? doctor.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? no words. a smile, some tears and hug would be lovely.

i've had crap energy this week.
i'm lying here on my stomach
at 845 and i'm exausted.
i had plans to meet up with some friends,
but it felt good to bail.
if only it means i can stay here in my dark room
and maybe read some more anna karenina.
i've been a tolstoy virgin until now.
i came across this old copy of it at my parents house,
and what started as 'giving it a go',
is now a full fledged engrossment.

i'm holding very dearly to the fact that tommorow is friday.

i've rediscovered peanut butter and jelly
on wonderbread, as an adult.
running around/ bounding up and down stairs after three chillins all day
is a great way to not eat.
and come a moment of pause,
the most attractive thing in the world to me
is a pbj.

so last week was a day early
this week a day late
it all balances out hey?

i'm sitting on my parents back deck,
breathing in the scent of wack of different fruit trees
(which would belong to all the neighbors because my parents can't grow squat)
the pool looks at me with would be invitations
but for the algeside just thrown in.
i came home yesterday with a trunk full of lovelies
and have a full week of
rien rien.
my video store bound sister
has graciously HOOKED ME UP.
this week i'm planning to see all the ones i've been meaning to see.
last night was
paper clips and barbarian invasions.

saturday i rode down to the japanese festival
in a futile effort to meet up with friends
but still mine eyes took in some great sights.
after that i rode over to mosaic
with a mild stop for gelato.

friday night crystal and i were at the space until 12
painting, re vamping, breing creative.
my arms still bear witness to the plethora of colour.
and the new mosaic sign kicks ass.

i think it was my cousin joel
who once said that two in the morning is acutally a very productive time.
oh man.
i cleaned the two rooms of my house that are consistantly dead last on my desire/priority with a sponge list.
i freaking ajaxed the bathroom floor
and scrubbed that fucker with a vegetable scrubber.
thats something.
i also went to town on my kitchen. hallelujah the fruit flys desist.
i flopped into bed so satisfied. and woke up the same.

lantern festival tonight.

so the sunday night recap.
today was one of the best days i've had.
this morning i sky trained out to surrey to meet up with ben and sarah.
my heart is happy to see ben and sarah.
back to the hoskyn house for lunch and lounging.
a little croquet in the park.
very relaxing amongst conversations and such things.
sky training back into the city,
i had to drop off stephen's bus pass that i had borrowed.
a little hike up keefer to where a little contigent of a vineyard meets
andy kenton stephen leading worship,
and one of the best sermons i've heard in a loong time.
it was incredibly refreshing to sit back and work my mind.
a quick stop after at dq, where kenton tells us about frisbee golf.
frisbee golf?
sure, says kenton. buckets instead of holes. smaller, weighted frisbees. nine hole course. queen e park.
andy says, can't go back to langly without seeing this.
so we drive over to queen e park and play a round of frisbee golf.
i surprise myself with my ambidextrous, frisbee throwing, staying moslty within par, skills.
and back to the flat for laundry, cleaning skills.
sunday!

saturday the only thing intresting i did was leave the house at 7 for mosaic.
it was too hot.
after mosaic we went to scott and crystals for wine and fruit. perfect.

friday was the concert by the kids whom stephen and kenton
taught all week in the
school of rock.
totally cute.
three little ten year olds
rocking out to some rad tunes they'd learned.

so sitting here sunday night,
the alarm set for six hours from now,
i'm pretty excited to be going to work tommorow.
jax had his two year birthday party this afternoon,
so i'm curious about how it went down for him.
and opposed to how its been going in recent weeks,
the last week i'd been mostly having a great time again.
so heres to rocking out with a preschooler, a toddler and an infant.
and benny and sarah may come by.

and i'm kind of addicted to mah jong.

hmm. i think i'll start a sunday night tradition here at the blog.
for the second week now i find myself
up at a relatively late hour
having slept in
thus with no prospects for sleep on the horizon.
which make for intresting mondays at work.

a weekend recap?
friday night i hung out with my dearest courtnay
i think we did dinner..
saturday i slept late late
did a little shopping and walking in the neighborhood
and walked down to mosaic later on.
mosaic was good because it was super tiny this week.
a disheartened attept at social all accoss the board
found me walking late over to happy bats and got some movies.
today i spent the afternoon at our community bikes
learning about the various mechanical functions and maladies of my bike.
but now my bike is so perfect!
a quick hello with the toons at jj
then down to MEC to get a new bike lock
then dinner with courtnay one more.

and now i sit here.
i'm excited to ride my bike tommorow to feel the difference.
lussierhoskyn are here this week..mid i think.
but a whole other week until it gets detailed.
maybe i should climb into bed and pretend that sleep is upon me.
and also my house is screaming for a clean. screaming.
have i mentioned my love affair with red river?
its so delicious first thing in the morning. a little demurera..ooo.

last night after mosaic,
josh and his american, david bazan lookalike contingent, jay and ross
along with suzie and i
walked down to the night market
strolled around
introduced bubble tea, against my attempted veto.
ate lots for cheap.
then we drove over to the drive.
attempted havana's..who has their last call at 11 on a saturday night?
decided to walk up to wazubee's.
4 pitchers of beer on an american credit card later,
we decided to crash at suzie's place, which is decently close by.
jay and ross proclaim their midwestern roots
and deem themselves impervius to such a low consumed amount of alcohol.
"we're midwestern."
we drive slowly the 10 blocks to suzie's house.
roomate absent means a bed for julie.
too hot upstairs, so i grabbed a pillow and headed out to the hammock.
my hindsight time perception i'm sure is slightly scued due scottish cream ale.
but i lasted maybe about 1/2 hour, 45,
and then i'm too cold.
back to bed..around three..
up at 7..can't sleep
look through absent roomies books
read 'god in the allies' in its entirety.
10 everyone else starts to stir,
we leave for breakfast on main street.
five breakfasts on a different american credit card later,
we say goodbyes, great to meet you's
have fun selling your fireworks
thanks for treating
no its a twoonie
thats a loonie.

i can't believe its so summer.
this whole week has been daunting temperature wise.

lots going on.
i've stepped up my game with the bike,
its now my sole mode.
in tweaking my route to work in the mornings
i found the loophole in the crazy hills
thus eliminating the ole 135 b-line.

recording vocals in well under way,
two songs down, four to go.
although you can't listen to us,
click on the myspace link to your right
it will lead you to the lo fatal page.

my lovely, left to die at the side of the road, small group
has been resurrected
same crew, a few bonus'
and i feel like a little piece of me that i didn't know was agitated,
is sitting back in peace.

three kids is morphing slowly into something i might deem managble
although daily expression of 'deux terrible' is waring.

summer plans are not rampant 8 days into summer.
i'm looking forward to the crazy lussier-hoskyns mid july.
maybe a few trips to seattle
definatly some weekend treks to bowen island
and perhaps perhaps perhaps a little trip with coo coo out to the tree spheres for a night.

how about you?

thought it 'bout time to post some pics from my 9-5 life..
1. walking home from the library, suddenly they tagged teamed me with demand for 'big' carrots.
2. my little city boys. emma peel the dog.
3. the littlest.
4. you could not ask for more doting big brothers. they wrote her a song. "misssssss olivia joooooyyyyy" x 12
5. jax left with no strength to attempt lunch.

this comes from the smelly kelly. a very cool idea.

Step 1: Put your itunes or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from (choose only ONE line!!).
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!


1. when you try your best but you don't suceed
2. the first thing i remember knowing was the lonesome whistle blowing
3. save some face, you know you've only got one
4. they say it fades if you let it, love was made to forget it.
5. rows of houses all bearing down on me
6. not talking about a year, not three or four
7. can we fix it? yes we can
8. we looked down the dead man hill smoking vines like cigarettes
9. pictures of naked stuff on the floor, money on the floor
10. i have called you children,i have called you son
11. nothin unusual nothin strange close to nothing at all
12. Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, I got a message I can't read (unless you know....ya good luck with this one)
13. in home theatre, still projecting, undestructing
14.drink up baby down, are yuo in or are you out?
15. i can say that iv'e lived here in honor and danger
16. the evening was long, my kisses were true
17. i fell in love again, all things go
18. when you smiled at me, i guess you did not see
19.i don't want to belive that all of the above is true
20. seems theres nothing that you couldn't do with the drink inside of you

everyone just left my place.
i'm sitting in this post succesful gathering satisfaction.
and i'm glad that i've gotten over the weird aversion to hosting that i've always had.
i used to get really stressed out, and would generally avoid it.
i think, slowly, but definatly consciously, i've realized that nothing needs to be perfect.
you tell people that they'd better bring stuff cause you've got nothing. and they do.
so stress free!
i mean, so i have to clean for a few hours in the morning.
but who am i kidding. the ole apartment needs a little more than a light dusting.
its probably the only incentive for cleaning i'll ever get.

studio late the other night.
recording vocals late not a good idea.

last weekend i went over to bowen island for breakfast
it was incredible.
i hopped the 9.05 ferry there and the 12.35 back.
the old stand by phrase of it being so quiet i could acutally think
was great. great. true.
i felt like my mind and heart had all the freedom to just dwell.
brought my journal, my laptop, and my rwanda book.

sunday i woke late, got so immersed in watching first wives club
that i realized i was late for board meeting bbq.
[a mild shout out to sarah coull. gordon smith is our spiritual mentor figure. i said i knew you]
after i 'helped' matt and sandra pack the moving van/eat gratitude pizza.

tommorow is friday.

its always a good beginning to a weekend
when your boss hands you a martini as you head out the door.
also good is to come home and have a little cat nap.
tommorow morning i'm heading over to bowen island for the morning.
my new favorite place for breakfast.
incredibly out of the city
but so accessibly close.
if you'd like to come, give me a call before 8.30am.

when you smiled at me
i guess you did not see
the fire you lit inside
much to my surprise i fell for you

your simple self absorbtion
leaves me cold and lonley
is it too much to ask
for you want me only?
my simple self absorbtion
leaves me cold and lonley
is it too much to ask
for me to want me only?

i love my apartment clean.
and rearanged.
and vanilla dreams.
would anyone like to have a dream with me?
i love skip bo. and swiss chalet.
i love change for laundry. and clean clothes.
i love wesely wydam price. and winifred.

last night i loved amanda sage matt sandra josh.
i loved cheesecake and port.
i loved flying time.

soon i will love bowen island.
soon i will love my own balls for taking a chance.
soon i will love my bike with properly inflated tires.
soon i will love another americano.

new recording photo's at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/edgejulia/

aaand a possible refrain of
'mustang julie' may be soon in order.

bonjour je m'appel julie.
j'assis ici a l'espace
ce soir je travaille pour mosaic, c'est pas une mal nuit, ecoutez la musique pour dix dollars un heure.

i'm writing bcause i have a mild pang of guilt for having not written anything new in a while.
but really, i think, what is new?

no more car. much more legs and bus. more bike. more good.
more coffee for sure as i have discovered jj's americanos. allow me to exclaim, 'holy shit'.
more returning affections for a someone who pops in and around my life everynow and then. the affections are usually directly related to those poppings. the word fickle just popped into my head, but i know its not an accurate describing of said affections. huh.
alors, ques que c'est? ces't juste bien.
more movies for sure. i finished my foray into joss whedon a few weeks ago, niether happy nor sad, but only the sense of longing for more, while happy that such a time occupier has come to an end.
the squid and the whale is sitting in my bag. so is HP #4.
no more roomate. for the summer at least. she has driving up to F St John leaving my house not as cozy.
more sickness. i think i've said this before, but working with kids has made me little miss suseptable, and i've been laden for the last few weeks. its on its way out i think.
more reading. 'eyes of the tailess animals'; 'we wish to inform you that tommorow we will be killed with our families'. the former an account of a NKorean prisoner, the latter a collection of stories from rwanda. both stunning reads.

d'accord, c'est tout. j'ai besoin du cafe. ou biere.