A. Sis Boom Bah, Small World ShowF. 28 Feb - 17
Oct.18 - Nov.2 2002
2. Jin's Interview with Peaches
April 11th Friday 5PM, Toronto
Jin calls Peaches on her home number for an interview...... Berlin is 6
hours ahead....busy busy busy... then no answer....Peaches has no answering
April 12th Saturday 5PM, Toronto
Jin calls Peaches on her home number again......no answer
April 13th Sunday 6PM, Toronto
Jin: hello, is Peaches there?
Jin: hey this is Jin calling you from Toronto, is this good time to talk?
Peaches: Not really, I am just about to go to bed. I've been in the studio
Jin: Sorry about that. when's a better time for you?
Peaches: How about Wednesday, you can call me on my cell. I'll wait for
Jin: Talk to you then.
April 16th Wednesday 6PM, Toronto
Jin calls Peaches on her cell phone but her message comes on, "'guten Tag',
this is Peaches, leave a message.
April 17th Thursday 4:30 PM, Toronto
Jin calls Peaches on her cell phone but her message comes on again, "'guten
Tag', this is Peaches, leave a message."
April 18th Friday 5PM, Toronto
Jin calls Peaches on her cell: "'guten Tag', this is Peaches, leave a
April 22nd Tuesday 4AM, Toronto
Jin finally reaches Peaches on her home line; rest of the interview can be
found in Hive magazine to be launched on May 31
3. XANDRA’S WEEK IN REVIEW | Xandra Eden
in Palm Pilot verbs
pay keep run wrap call
develop email fax pay visit do buy pack
write run attend arrange preview buy
email send scan edit meet visit walk
see find arrange meet launch visit buzz
run email solve discuss finalize transfer confirm fax pick-up meet
run buy clean deposit
4. KATE'S WEEK IN REVIEW FROM A MONTH AGO IN IRELAND | Kate Monro
Sat March 29: Woke early to Andrew's mom's knock on the door. Had a quick shower and bowl of muesli while watching Sky Tv War on Iraq. Packed a few extra clothes, took the garbage out and we all got in the car. Clair drove to Galway nonstop 3.5 hours. Parts of the drive were pretty as we got towards the western shore. We had lunch in Galway at a bland little bar, not even a pub. Then we walked around and got in the car and drove up the coast to Connemara. Lovely landscape - bogs, and local turf cutting areas, ruins of towers and castles and the seven hills of something. A national park that reminded me of pictures of the interior of Newfoundland. Stopped for tea and chips at a pub. Drove on to a town whose name I cannot remember. Quaint. Expensive. Booked into a dumpy little bread and breakfast - 25 euro a night each. Went out for a drink, then dinner at a rather upmarket seafood place. We got the bill. It's mother's day weekend. Had drinks at a pub nearby. Went to bed at 1 am.
Sun. March 30: Woke up to Claire knocking on the door. The clocks went ahead an hour and we forgot to reset ours so it was 10 am. Went down and had a heavy irish b&b standard: toast, 3 large rashers of irish bacon, tomato, eggs, 2 sausage. no black or white pudding. toast, cereal, coffee, juice. caught a bit of sky tv War on Iraq in the sitting room. then we drove along the southward coast towards the burrens. didn't see them really. weather kind of gray. stopped in a small fishing village, had a huge midday meal of shrimp cocktail, seafood pot pie and apple pie with cream, ice cream and tinned custard. drove back to dublin non stop. i was comotose and feeling carsick in the backseat.
Mon. March 31: woke up around 9 am to the sound of Andrew puking. he'd been up a few times in the night, and now had double end duty gastrointestinal problems. watched some sky TV War on Iraq while trying to make him comfortable. ate some toast and cheese and juice. had a shower. went to the pharmacist who told me to give Andrew some Imodium. thought that was a bad idea, but went back and gave him some. went to Tesco and got some gingerale (not easy to find ginger ale in Dublin corner stores) and some things for lunch and dinner. andrew feeling sicker than ever, and running a fever. just hung out reading in the living room while andrew watched bad tv all day (andromeda, and other such gems). Claire got home quite late around 7:30 pm in time to watch Coronation Street. we all sat there in the living room read and watched tv until 11 pm and all went to bed.
Tues. April 1: up around 10 am. Andrew still feeling sickish starting to feel better around 4 pm. I was burping all day. I finished reading my book, started working on the paper and began to feel a bit off. thought it was pms. Claire home around 6 pm. she made steak and potatoes, green beans and salad. watched War on Iraq, the Dublin news, and a couple of British shows. got up to puke. quite satisfying for a bit but once into bed realized I still felt ill. Got a bowl and Kleenex and went sleep.
Wed April 2: puked 3 times in the night. Twice in the bowl, once in the toilet. Up around 10 am. Puked again. Drank a bit of water, puked it up. Lay on the couch watching sky TV War on Iraq, Andromeda and other bad shows. Puked at 11 am for the last time. Started drinking gingerale and feeling better by dinnertime. Andrew better today but going stir crazy from boredom. He made us toast and beans. I managed one piece of toast and some beans. Not bad. Truly was the 24 hour flu. Claire came home, ate yogurt and read the paper, then we all watched Nurse Betty on TV. Bed at about 11 pm.
Thurs. April 3: up at 10 am. Showered and ate 2 pieces of toast with butter. Feeling slightly off but not bad. Same with Andrew. Took the Dart into Dublin centre, went to the cyber cafe that we frequent quite often these days while doing next to nothing in Ireland. Checked email for the first time since Friday. Took a couple of hours. Went to Macdonald's for 3 hamburgers, curly fries and a diet Coke to share. Went to meeting house square to check out some art shows, and look into some galleries, all of which were installing or had dreadful work up. Feeling pooped and a bit depressed so we walked home slowly. Watched sky TV War on Iraq and then some other afternoon shows. Claire came home around 7pm, Andrew heated up assorted Marks and Spencers Indian food and naan. We ate. I went to bed to read and write. Asleep by 11 pm.
Friday April 4: woke up at 8:45, lay around for half an hour. Had a shower, and bowl of muesli and watched Sky TV War on Iraq for half an hour. Walked to central Dublin, went to the national gallery to find a show. Realized the show was called National Gallery, and was actually across Merrion Square at the Goethe Institute. It was lovely to see that the last show at the Institute was Daniel Olson's I'm Not There (1995). It made me feel all warm and fuzzy in a strange town. Went to the cyber cafe. Spent an hour emailing instant coffee and friends. Went for lunch at the inexplicably poorly named Wagamama noodle bar - a chain that turns out rather bland ramen in huge portions. They'd better be for 9 euro an up. More than in Japan. and not as good. Walked about a bit in the sun. Back to the cyber cafe to deal with a personal financial mess bugaboo. Now writing this review. After which will go to meet Andrew's mother and friend for dinner in the lobby of a fancy hotel and then we'll have dinner at 9 and be home by midnight. I will probably call my parents before going to bed.
5. Subject: piss'n and puken
hi there, sorry ive not emaild you earlier but i have not had access to a
computer since i left. in victoria now, ive been here since sunday
stay'n different places, at some house with internet now,,,, with brooke
and ben, sandra's at the clc convention in van still. i didn't want to
stay there as erica is in t.o. right now.... the trip was cold. the first
night that we actually stopped and slept in thunder bay dropped below
zero at night, i woke up shivering but it all ended up alright. the next
day we had a good time at chapters and marks work warehouse..........
much of this trip is somewhat of a blur,,endless driving... the car made
it hard to stay awake...i kept nodding off...brooke and ben did most of
the driving,,sandra found it hard to stay awake also......
stopped in winipeg next, justed missed fun peoples fest which consisted
of shopping cart races, 8 bands and excessive drinking....got there just
as the show ended and the drinking was fully kicking in. 2L plastic
bottles of a beer called stone cold was the drink of choice,, being
passed around a sort of solid circle of very crusty very drunk freight
hopping and local winnipeg crusty kids... some kid named billy ended up
pissing on some crusty tranny boy named flint, although billy tried to
warn folks, no one listened and ended up pissin on two others, he was
sitting down as he did this. flint then proceeded to punch, kick and
yell "i told you not to fucking piss on me" over and over. it was
eventually resolved (i found out later) by billy letting flint piss on
him (they were actually good friends). while this was going on a crusty
freight hopping kid from the states was dragged away passed out by some
one as to avoid being peed on, he then pulled out his penis, as he lay on
the ground, and started to pee, he ended up just peeing on his leg. some
girl tried to help him aim but eventially gave up. This boy passed out
and pissing on himself was earlier putting some of his own puke in his
hair to style it.......winnipeg was a bit insane....
stayed in some random towns from there on, avoided the cities for the
most part... saskatchewan (sp?) was beautyful. went through some town
Eastend that has a good coffee shop and a used bookstore...seemed a bit
random among the 1000 or so resident type towns...seemed like a nice
place to live for a while...We tried to go through the cypress hills but
a road was washed out and we had to backtrack.......
we got into alberta that same day screaming as we crossed the boarder on
some back dirt tourist road,,,signs saying "stock at large" and the like.
endless trampled grass from decades of cows on the land,,,arid and destroyed
turning more and more into a desert....this was most of alberta (we stayed
off the transcanada)...
on through alberta to b.c in 2 days (not full) stayed in pincher
creek,,,huge amount of wind with wind turbines on the tops of the
hills....................got into the mountains and b.c., camped in some
town across the lake from nelson..took the ferry across the next
day..drove to nelson, a hippy utopia full of petty bourgeous businesses
and member owned co-ops, im sure youve heard or been to this town
victoria is nice, drinkin lots of coffee sittin around reading and writing,
trying to stay away from the computer a bit, with some
success........bla blah blah.........
so hows you doin out there anything interestng going on...let me know