Dreaming

Sometimes I lay on the deck gazing up through the canopy of my favourite tree. Blossoms float down in an endless supply and cover the deck in cotton. For ten years I've thought about this tree's beauty, how it slows down my thoughts and the mystery of its species.

Another one?

"I am not going to buy a car, because I can get around using public transportation."

Brian Wilson
Nov 04 - March 05

Two 1977 Honda Civics, a booming car stereo and a truck later, I stand corrected. Technically, the truck is my mom's but under my name and insurance so I can haul equipment and materials during home renovation. Afterwards, I'll sell it for her. Thanks for the huge favor mom.

Bad Car, Bad

My neighbors put their house up for sale today and I thought they would appreciate having my parts car removed from the front of the house. So I pushed the car along the street, down the alley and up a hill into the dog kennel. Once in the kennel, I jacked up the car and rolled it sideways to center it. Thus proving the pyramids were build my women, men, leverage, determination and chocolate.



It's my own ship in a bottle or perhaps a Honda Ranch.

2 Blocks Dude, 2 Blocks

I asked my Aunt Mary if she would be willing to rent me a room in her Walthamstow flat, which is only 2 blocks from Leo and Claire! OK, perhaps 7.

Brian's Theorem

Sheep on Drugs

I've renewed my interest in gothic and industrial music. Skinny Puppy, Sheep on Drugs, Diary of Dreams, Project Pitchfork and the likes. On the foreign tracks, I imagine them singing about running face first into spider webs, stepping in dog pooh or listening to Bush. The trance beat and diatribe I find oddly relaxing.

Note: No sheep were hurt while writing this blog and the entire penning was monitored by no one.

Look, A Dandelion

I considered doing the successful-fisherman pose with some of these weeds.

A Vegetarian 4th of July

In celebration of our nation's independence, I tackled a bush hell-bent on growing into my walls, cleaned the roof and gardened the gutters. The blooming clump above was the last of many and I felt bad removing it. Cleaver or odd things are usually spared in my quest to restore the house. This club includes the ant trying to drag a popcorn kernel back to the queen and the slug in the living room. The opposite category includes the wasp nest I discovered while cutting the bush from the wall and rafters. Looks great, retreat.

The cleaning finale was standing on the roof, with hose in hand spraying the remaining debris out of the gutters. Everything was peachy, until my hose got tangled in the ladder and I heard the crash of isolation. A man, a roof, a hose, Birkenstocks, sans ladder. My options included waiting for a neighbor, jumping from the lowest part of the roof next to the bees or jumping from a higher part of the roof. Assessing my age, here bee, bee, bee. Good bee, bee, bee, just me, me, me. Made it down.



The 4th of July is synonymous with barbecue or more specifically MEAT. The smell of burgers, steak, chicken and all the favorites fill the air. Sometimes I crave a huge burger dripping in fat with all the condiments I can lift. The barbecue fumes today triggered the fevered cat-sees-a-kill noise, which was eventually displaced by the "beans are tasty" mantra.

2 Legs Good, 4 Legs Dead

Tonight I was absorbing EAR-SPLITTING industrial music to set the mood for destroying mice and rat nests in the attic. While placing McDeath franchises, the speakers screamed "KILL, KILL, KILL" from a one-lyric song, pure bliss, unless you're my neighbor. I highly recommend Paul Alinkoff's "On The Edge" show for all cleaning tasks, which require hate.

In general, I pick the music for the job and so far all genres have a mate, except jazz, which I can't endure long enough to spark an idea. Car wreck or jazz? Buckle up.





The attic was boiling and I was drenched in sweat within my hermetically-sealed suit, googles, mask and gloves. Hands after...

Stranglehold Baby

While cleaning behind the refrigerator and dealing with the mouse condo, Ted Nugent (Stranglehold) and Killing Joke emerged from the music que.