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Saturday, Jun. 11, 2005 - 2:12 a.m.

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Air like a Fresh-Milk Cheese

OK, I was googling "Canada geese in England" after reading Ava-reborn's diary today... lots of photos of Canada geese there. But I was wrong... apparently the geese have been in England for 300 years, and were not a gift to the current Queen. But they are a pest and overrunning the place. That'll teach England to be so small, and not large and landmassyness like Canada, which is where Canada geese belong.

So, googling that, I discovered this very very funny and entertaining rundown on some complete stranger's trip to England. I have only been to some of those places, like the traffic circles (vomit-inducing... what the heaven's is wrong with a 4-way stop?), the warmbeer sidewalks, and the pigeon-poopy Traffalgar Square. So it resonated with me. But even the parts that didn't resonate with me, like the pagans and the Stonehenge and the St. Paul's were amusing to me. So i am passing it on.

Now I suppose I might at some point scan in some more photos. Cuz I do have more. Lots more. Gaddles and goodles more. With fluffy ferns and all that. I was right, the fluffy ferns are already looking worse for wear. The cats break them. The wind breaks them. The weight of their fluffiness breaks them. They go brown on the edges. And eaten by bugs. And it's not even the middle of June yet. One must learn to enjoy the fluffy ferns first thing, I tell ya.

And the poppies have succumbed to the dismally hot weather. The irises too. Even my neighbor's award-winning purple bearded irises have all wilted and withered. It is hot. Very hot. Like a sauna. Cut the air like a freshmilk cheese from Europe... all damp and smooshy and definitely not pasteurised. I shall put some little clips of the weatherpage I think. urk. what a day.

The day though went well. As I was in the photocopy shop trying to figure out which two of three possible pictures I could put into the very expensive illustrator's catalogue for this year, wishing that I had the time and guts to bother my illustration mentor for his opinion, in he walked!! He had seen my dog outside and so concluded I was there, and popped in! So he saved me hours of humming and hawing and said "this one's crud, the other two are fine". yay!!

And then I drove in a car (black, sitting in the hot sun for hours car, with no air-conditioning car... didn't vents used to take in air from the OUTSIDE, not THROUGH THE ENGINE? car) downtown to where the illustrator's assoc. headquarters is now situated. Dripping sweat from down between my shoulderblades on the back, and from down between my tits on the front in huge masses of slothful belligerent traffic. Why does anyone drive downtown on a Friday at 2pm? I dunno. Me, I had not much choice.

Since I was hauling a big box of drawings, books, illustration materials etc for my 3 pm appointment to read stories and tell tales to 30 daycare kids in a public library.

Amazingly I found parking downtown, signed about a dozen checks (remember I am now the treasurer), turned in my (turned in CONFIDENTLY) two pasted up pages and the corresponding original drawings for the illustration catalogue, got back to the parking, and still got to the library on time.

I thought. I got there 20 minutes early, and the children got there 15 minutes early. hah!

But it still went swimmingly. I went through how I get a contract, research, draw and paint it, ending with sending off the originals (a library worker played the Fedex man to pick them up) and then receiving the final printed books (same Fedex man) and read the story out loud.

Wiggling your ass to remind children that what the bear drawing is still missing is a tail gets big laughs with 5 yr olds. Yes it's true. So, it was fun.

Then I came sweatily home, drew my comics page, and wandered down the street sale for an hour or two. It is bogglingly hotter outside than inside even with the sun gone down. Dang. And then I went to the park with doggies, and had a beer with a guy I know from the coffeeshop. (Not New Boy... who I think may now be Old Boy).

Disappearing Boy said he might come by, but seems to have gotten totally immersed in his oil painting now that he finished a few room decoration contracts. That's ok, I'm supposed to be working on the South Korea contract. I will do it. Right now. After I get another coffee.

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OK, here's the snapshots of the weather, Friday at 5pm and now at midnight. Feels like 38C. yikes. that is ludicrous. That is 100.4 Fahrenheit for you americans. eek.


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Old soviet joke: Capitalism is the exploitation of man by man. Communism is just the opposite.

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