To bloggening

Here's what I've been working on of late. My garden design business. I'm pretty happy with how colourful this brochure has turned out. It's hard to blog when you're not taking photos don't you find? Things have been pretty quiet on both the boys and the girls blogs lately. Michael had a great party last weekend. I drove back in the smoke from Meredith Music Festival, sat outside of Open Studio drinking vodka and listening to four violins and a tuba player make a great party. Everybody looked very glamorous, not least Jude and Jodie in their green dresses and Tim and Michael in their skirts. (Actually, maybe that was just Tim in a skirt.)

Did you know that Victoria is burning like a mofo? Certain days have a yellow haze and a smell of a faraway barbecue in the air. It's the holidays. The hot weather hits and I get very lazy. Last year we were making pizzas and krumping. C'mon you wanna battle with me?

kids and costumes and candy

Oh the bounty, the cute little kids dressed as pickles and elephants, the teenagers dressed as serial killers or just themselves + bag for candy, but who can blame them? My favourite holiday-- and maybe Paul's new favourite too-- is definitely Halloween.

Our Smashus was a red dragon, with a face painted by Pauli that evoked the hip-hop clown.


He was joined by Eli (a robot) and phoebe (a crazy veterinarian) to trick-or-treat in our 'hood. Their bags were full within one block and by the end Sasha didn't even bother to say trick or treat or thank you to people anymore, just "my bag!"


The best part is "sorting" afterwards-- dumping your loot onto the kitchen table and savouring the vision before you; all that junk food that your hippy parents, for once, cannot keep from you. Phoebe likes to keep an inventory: she counts and categorizes the chocolate bars, the lollipops, the gum, the 'sourchews' and the sultanas (sultanas always get finished last).


It's all fun and games until the gut-rot and fatigue sets in...

Cold With New Friends

What winter landscape could this be? Canada in winter? Try Cathedral Ranges on October 28th. We went camping this weekend and woke up to a winter wonderland. We went with my new work friend, Dave, who not only knows the secrets places of a small national park, but used his bush skills to patch Tim up after he took a scary tumble down a very steep hill. We scurried up rock faces, squeezed down crevices, almost blew off mountaintops and were courted by lyre birds and bower birds. It was good.

Dancing

I've been putting off posting due to having so many anecdotes to share. Like the fun night at the Spanish Club. But now I can just direct you to Michael and Paul's blog for the rundown on the amazing Dilapidated Diva, Town Bikes, etc... I did have a solo dance to some Cuban rhythms in the front bar in your honour. It was my first non-virtual Cool With No Friends moment. And while we're on the subject of dancing, this is Tim and I dancing outside a window in Warragul for his family's amusement.

work friends

This is what we look like in our new life, socialising with real live Haligonians: a family picnic with my workmates, many of whom have little kids.
Every one tells me that I look like a student (which I technically still am) not a professor. What, is it the hairy legs, the unwashed hair, the "savers" outfits?

Tims Try

So ,This is Fler and Olivier down at The Convent
We Went Super Goth

we're yuppies now (but smash is still cute): the house

nice hoodie

hey samways
i've got no photos, so the evocativeness of my words will have to do. it's rainy and mild here in halifax and the leaves are beginning to turn and fall to the ground. we are now in our new house, rolling around like three little marbles in an almost-empty space. our 'stuff' won't be here for another 3 weeks. we're beginng to get cold with no winter clothes. where oh where are my leg-warmers and ugg boots!
it's all beginning to hit me now what we've done in this big, big, big move across the ocean. the strangest thing abaout it is that there is no turning back. i've been confronted with this before and i know the only thing to do is to accept that things cannot be the same, but oh how i wish sometimes to see you, to get a sausage at the markets, to ride my bike through the streets of brunswick, to smell the smell of spring in melbourne.
Sigh.
In the words of Harvey Pekar, life is so sad and so sweet.

Kids and costumes

I went to Warragul last week to take some baby things to an old student of mine. She'd just had the baby the day before. I got to hang out at Warragul Hospital with the cousins and hold this cute one day old little boy. I look weird in this photo because I was trying to get the girl taking it to hold the camera still.



Here are some photos of Tim getting his costume ready for Lament, the gothic resurrection story retold at Abbotsford Convent.

Cool we are

Sam. 31 years old. Boyfriended. Melbourne, Australia.



Fiona. 30 years old. Newlywed. Halifax, Canada.