So I sort of fell in love last night, a little bit. HD and I went out with some of our nicer students to celebrate their degree results. And there was one student who was in my class this year and I'd been impressed by her presence (and I'm not talking about her attendance, y'know?). There's a kind of solidity to her body and a...
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oubliette1:
Love is bought and bodies are sold...All is right with the world. Congratulations!
prendick:
Cutriver's got a girlfriend!!!!! 
Time for a quick one...
Walking to work today I was thinking about astrology again. After discussing her astrological profile with null730A_trixel_fem yesterday (bref, Pisces: spirituality; Libra: gregariousness; Cancer: sensitivity), I was thinking about my own. Again.
I figure my Sagittarius sun accounts for my adventurousness (which is there somewhere, notably in my love of languages and travel), my indecisiveness, my restlessness......
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Walking to work today I was thinking about astrology again. After discussing her astrological profile with null730A_trixel_fem yesterday (bref, Pisces: spirituality; Libra: gregariousness; Cancer: sensitivity), I was thinking about my own. Again.
I figure my Sagittarius sun accounts for my adventurousness (which is there somewhere, notably in my love of languages and travel), my indecisiveness, my restlessness......
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swoo:
I always liked the things Fred said, but I always disagreed with one famous quote. If it had been moi whom said it, I would have said 'That which does not kill me only draws attention to itself so I may deal with it later', or as Trevor said 'That which does not kill me just makes me stranger'
I know nothing about astrology. I know I am a Leo, and I have a fire sign, but that is all. Is there a good site that I can just plunk in info and it will give me the lowdown?
I know nothing about astrology. I know I am a Leo, and I have a fire sign, but that is all. Is there a good site that I can just plunk in info and it will give me the lowdown?
prendick:
That which does not make us stronger will certainly kill us. 
Soundtracking these notes: Urban Bushmen by The Art Ensemble of Chicago. One track starts with a four-minute drum solo. Whaddaya got to say about that, eh? Also, there's a seven-minute track entitled 'Ancestral Meditation' which, unless I'm missing something, appears to be just silence. This is a live album, however, so presumably the band were just sitting on stage meditating for seven minutes. Arf! The...
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lucky_16:
OK- that's fucked. That album is playing on the netradio RIGHT NOW! 
What the hell do I know-- Ah'm frum TEXAS! Yee-ha! I didn't think the pitch monkeys would be actual religious pagans, but that the percieved rowdy aspects of it would appeal greatly to them. Or something...
Actually, I totally believe you about the fort-- and I'm insanely jealous. You should be thankful you live somewhere that has so many remnants of worlds long past... I firmly believe that the near total lack of true historical structures in America is a significant factor in shaping our increasingly short-sighted, shallow, throwaway perception of life. The postwar suburban housing boom never stopped, and now the majority of kids here have never seen a building more than fifty years old, if that. And it shows, poor bastards.
So, grasshopper, you have accepted the challenge. Good. Get a pencil, the darker the better, a book of drawing paper, and a kneaded eraser (It may have another name there, but it's usually just a little grey rubber square, you tear it apart and smush it back together to clean it. It's the best drawing eraser because it's good and it's also malleable.) Whenever you draw, sit alone in a comfortable, quiet place (calm music is ok) with a solid surface for you to work on (lap desk ok-- table better). Now: two or three times (at least 30 min. per) over the next few days, I want you to just draw. Doodle around. Really get in touch with the materials (I sound like a goddamn hippie). The only physical skill in art, the extent of all practical application of technique, concerns the behavior of the materials themselves. And all of our materials have a very short learning curve for basic material proficiency.
Okay, once you're warmed up, I want you to start a Doodling Autobiography. That is, I want you to go back to your childhood and remember all the things you used to draw, little characters in the margins of your history notes multiplication tables. Don't worry about how they look, just get them down. The other thing is to draw a kind of collection of archetypes-- man, woman, dog, house, car, tree, bird, boat, plane, sun, moon, cloud, mountain, ocean, etc. Do all the basic ones (use your own judgement), but pay particular interest to whatever kinds of things you want to focus on portraying. The goal is partly to develop a basic repetoire of images, but mainly for you to own the materials. To hold a pencil naturally (by the way, feel free to hold it in whatever way makes it most effective-- I like pencil style and knife style, but my Iron Monkey style shall defeat you!), to draw a line with absolute certainty and conviction. Think about Lascaux, about all the marks in all the caves in the world. Imagine that man, torch blazing in the darkness, discovering the mystical power of the rendered image. I would imagine the moment to be overwhelming, maybe something like Rbt. Oppenheimer watching as his "baby" is born? I'm sure the caveman had no idea how profoundly he had altered the couse of human evolution, but I'm sure the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He MAY have gotten very, very scared. I say all this only because I believe that art is sacred. It doesn't really matter what or how you draw, just the mind you come to it with. 
What the hell do I know-- Ah'm frum TEXAS! Yee-ha! I didn't think the pitch monkeys would be actual religious pagans, but that the percieved rowdy aspects of it would appeal greatly to them. Or something...
Actually, I totally believe you about the fort-- and I'm insanely jealous. You should be thankful you live somewhere that has so many remnants of worlds long past... I firmly believe that the near total lack of true historical structures in America is a significant factor in shaping our increasingly short-sighted, shallow, throwaway perception of life. The postwar suburban housing boom never stopped, and now the majority of kids here have never seen a building more than fifty years old, if that. And it shows, poor bastards.
So, grasshopper, you have accepted the challenge. Good. Get a pencil, the darker the better, a book of drawing paper, and a kneaded eraser (It may have another name there, but it's usually just a little grey rubber square, you tear it apart and smush it back together to clean it. It's the best drawing eraser because it's good and it's also malleable.) Whenever you draw, sit alone in a comfortable, quiet place (calm music is ok) with a solid surface for you to work on (lap desk ok-- table better). Now: two or three times (at least 30 min. per) over the next few days, I want you to just draw. Doodle around. Really get in touch with the materials (I sound like a goddamn hippie). The only physical skill in art, the extent of all practical application of technique, concerns the behavior of the materials themselves. And all of our materials have a very short learning curve for basic material proficiency.
Okay, once you're warmed up, I want you to start a Doodling Autobiography. That is, I want you to go back to your childhood and remember all the things you used to draw, little characters in the margins of your history notes multiplication tables. Don't worry about how they look, just get them down. The other thing is to draw a kind of collection of archetypes-- man, woman, dog, house, car, tree, bird, boat, plane, sun, moon, cloud, mountain, ocean, etc. Do all the basic ones (use your own judgement), but pay particular interest to whatever kinds of things you want to focus on portraying. The goal is partly to develop a basic repetoire of images, but mainly for you to own the materials. To hold a pencil naturally (by the way, feel free to hold it in whatever way makes it most effective-- I like pencil style and knife style, but my Iron Monkey style shall defeat you!), to draw a line with absolute certainty and conviction. Think about Lascaux, about all the marks in all the caves in the world. Imagine that man, torch blazing in the darkness, discovering the mystical power of the rendered image. I would imagine the moment to be overwhelming, maybe something like Rbt. Oppenheimer watching as his "baby" is born? I'm sure the caveman had no idea how profoundly he had altered the couse of human evolution, but I'm sure the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He MAY have gotten very, very scared. I say all this only because I believe that art is sacred. It doesn't really matter what or how you draw, just the mind you come to it with.
welntaod:
I can't imagine how amazing it would be living in France..! I may make it over there hopefully within the next few years. At least Italy will be conquered next year.
So iPod stuff... I purchased a 20 Gig which is the slightly higher than middle of the road model. Highest is 40G, smallest is the Mini @ 4G. Overall I have nearly 40G of music on my computer but, I wasn't interested in that much storage. A lot of what I have on my hard drive is randomness...the odd albums ripped from library loans, stuff re-mastered from vinyl for the sake of experimentation, etc. The essential stuff in my day to day listening fancy is more like 10G w/ an extra 10 thrown in for extra room or "left field" choices. One of the uses I may start playing with is books on CD... Apple really got behind audio books on its music store & the idea makes sense. My local libraries & video stores have tons of unabridged books on disc. Expanding my collection of digital media can take on this avenue, as well. Jealous over your soon-to-be acquisition of an iBook. Elbereth has one and my future notebook purchase (whenever that is :whatever will undoubtedly be that!!!
So iPod stuff... I purchased a 20 Gig which is the slightly higher than middle of the road model. Highest is 40G, smallest is the Mini @ 4G. Overall I have nearly 40G of music on my computer but, I wasn't interested in that much storage. A lot of what I have on my hard drive is randomness...the odd albums ripped from library loans, stuff re-mastered from vinyl for the sake of experimentation, etc. The essential stuff in my day to day listening fancy is more like 10G w/ an extra 10 thrown in for extra room or "left field" choices. One of the uses I may start playing with is books on CD... Apple really got behind audio books on its music store & the idea makes sense. My local libraries & video stores have tons of unabridged books on disc. Expanding my collection of digital media can take on this avenue, as well.
Jealous over your soon-to-be acquisition of an iBook. Elbereth has one and my future notebook purchase (whenever that is :whatever will undoubtedly be that!!! Don't really have a lot to report today, since it was a day of many long meetings whose details would bore you to tears...
So instead, I think I'll write about the unspoken content of the meetings, with a little libidinal diary of the day...
In the first meeting this morning, we had a talk from a woman in the Development and Alumni Relations Office....
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So instead, I think I'll write about the unspoken content of the meetings, with a little libidinal diary of the day...
In the first meeting this morning, we had a talk from a woman in the Development and Alumni Relations Office....
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burialrabbits:
Satanists. Or Grisly murderers. I don't quite see the absence of perception running here, sir.
kay:
Indeed, though I do not suspect the Black Ops party started out that way. It was a joke because of all the conspiracy theories out there of what it is we do out here. So in that spirit it became annual though the alien costumes have given way to more of the vinyl type. Which is too bad, because I really wanted to be a MIB type person tonight, but Mistress Klaire has been requested. I hate sterotypes.
~cheers
~cheers
Last night, as it was the longest day of the year, we decided to forego yet another football match (England vs Croatia) and drive out into the country, climb up to a Roman hill fort and look at the sky. The midges were murder, but nonetheless Atsuko gamboled like a little girl released from school and HD tried to conjure up images of Italian men...
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sicpowered:
if I knew any secrets about the Need, maybe i could remember them long enough to put em to words. as it is, sounds like you got it well in hand now, going out of the pattern instead of into it.
solution for the neighbor kids, not a good solution mind you, but a solution nonetheless:
Buy 25 barbie and/or ken dolls, rip off the heads, burn em a little, plant them about the garden, fence, anywhere easily visible from the street. make a bunch of small, hard to read placards that say nice things about children, ducks, moms, and birthdays. toss them about. go home as fast as possible, sit out side and read, smoke, drink, maybe write a little, smile at all the kids as they go by, wave, maybe even a thumbs up, or a similar regional positive gesticulation. repeat until either they stop being little asses, leave you alone, or you get arrested. in any case your problems will be solved...
well ok cut out the first two steps, seriously, one of the shittiest things about being a kid is when someone responds to you adolescent bullshit with friendly kindness, if not a little disdain. I was a shit, and I never gave any hack to someone who looked me in the eye and smiled. strike that I'm still a bit of a shit, but it holds true to the day
oh and the astrology thing....so-so, about to be expected, enough to justify interest, but not without serious gaps... but I'll go of on that tangent later
solution for the neighbor kids, not a good solution mind you, but a solution nonetheless:
Buy 25 barbie and/or ken dolls, rip off the heads, burn em a little, plant them about the garden, fence, anywhere easily visible from the street. make a bunch of small, hard to read placards that say nice things about children, ducks, moms, and birthdays. toss them about. go home as fast as possible, sit out side and read, smoke, drink, maybe write a little, smile at all the kids as they go by, wave, maybe even a thumbs up, or a similar regional positive gesticulation. repeat until either they stop being little asses, leave you alone, or you get arrested. in any case your problems will be solved...
well ok cut out the first two steps, seriously, one of the shittiest things about being a kid is when someone responds to you adolescent bullshit with friendly kindness, if not a little disdain. I was a shit, and I never gave any hack to someone who looked me in the eye and smiled. strike that I'm still a bit of a shit, but it holds true to the day
oh and the astrology thing....so-so, about to be expected, enough to justify interest, but not without serious gaps... but I'll go of on that tangent later
dharma_bum:
Heya,
TA is a Teaching Assistant (Usually Doctoral candidates taking on the dirty work with which Profs refuse to sully their hands like leading Tutorials). I'm impressed by your American teen speach...
Being half Finnish is cool...being an EU citizen is even cooler. I have to apply for my passport. Maybe I can find a position nursing the overindulgent and hungover in Ibiza or somewhere similar.
Sounds like a wonderful day out. Too bad 'bout those little shites across the way. Most likely future guests of Her Majesty. Do they still wear arrows on their uniforms? One good thing about having worked in Jail...you learn to deal with assholes.
TA is a Teaching Assistant (Usually Doctoral candidates taking on the dirty work with which Profs refuse to sully their hands like leading Tutorials). I'm impressed by your American teen speach...
Being half Finnish is cool...being an EU citizen is even cooler. I have to apply for my passport. Maybe I can find a position nursing the overindulgent and hungover in Ibiza or somewhere similar.
Sounds like a wonderful day out. Too bad 'bout those little shites across the way. Most likely future guests of Her Majesty. Do they still wear arrows on their uniforms? One good thing about having worked in Jail...you learn to deal with assholes.
Thursday night, I went out and got drunk. We had the external examiners in to finalize the students' grades and, after a long day of meetings, myself, HD, the Head of School (i.e. my Boss) and the French and German external examiners (both of whom live in Ireland, where they like a drink) went out to watch the football (England vs Switzerland followed by France...
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cellosoul:
Interesting Clint Eastwood synchronicity, as well.
(sigh)
I think I am going to have to make you my SG crush.
wuv
s
(sigh)
I think I am going to have to make you my SG crush.
wuv
s
welntaod:
I can completely sympathize about alcohol 'imbalances'. It reminds of the old Homer Simpson quote of, "Here's to alcohol - The cause of and solution to most of life's problems." Every steady increase in my life has caused my quality of life to plummet...happiness on hiatus, relationships blown to dust and scattered, etc. Nothing fun which one would expect while you're drinking! 
Official Unbirthday Parties...may have to remember that for next month! Leaves plenty of time to construct a very conservative guest list.
Every steady increase in my life has caused my quality of life to plummet...happiness on hiatus, relationships blown to dust and scattered, etc. Nothing fun which one would expect while you're drinking!
Official Unbirthday Parties...may have to remember that for next month! Leaves plenty of time to construct a very conservative guest list.
Salut les copains!
Not a great deal more to tell about my time at my parents' place...
Except this:
on Sunday morning I caught the tail-end of a Christian broadcast and there was an interview with Jim White, son of a Pentecostal preacher, recovered heroin addict and now alt.country singer. The interviewer asked him 'If you did find God, would you be surprised?'
Jim White...
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remuemenage:
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee -
c.1879
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July 5, 1972 (I'll have to check with my maman about time, stay tuned) Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
thanks for the tip - I'll look for Jim White. I like alt.country.
reminds me of an interview with Jay Farrar from the seminal alt.country outfit Uncle Tupelo ............ in which Farrar says he and his bandmates were listening to punk and folk ballads at the same time - and the folk ballads were really much more dangerous than the punk music
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee -
c.1879
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July 5, 1972 (I'll have to check with my maman about time, stay tuned) Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
thanks for the tip - I'll look for Jim White. I like alt.country.
reminds me of an interview with Jay Farrar from the seminal alt.country outfit Uncle Tupelo ............ in which Farrar says he and his bandmates were listening to punk and folk ballads at the same time - and the folk ballads were really much more dangerous than the punk music
roxxee:
Your description was VERY dead-on, or so I'm told. My friend wants to know if you can do hers. Her info is: July 13, 1983, 2:45 AM. I'll write more on your assesment later. Thanks so much for doing that for me!
My friend wants to know if you can do hers. Her info is: July 13, 1983, 2:45 AM. I'll write more on your assesment later. Thanks so much for doing that for me!'Some of my friends don't know who they belong to
Some can't get a single thing to work inside'
- Gram Parsons, 'A Song for You'
I've had some crazy dreams lately:
Wednesday night i dream a colleague from work loses an arm in some sort of industrial accident. When I tell her people are talking about it behind her back, she bursts into tears....
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Some can't get a single thing to work inside'
- Gram Parsons, 'A Song for You'
I've had some crazy dreams lately:
Wednesday night i dream a colleague from work loses an arm in some sort of industrial accident. When I tell her people are talking about it behind her back, she bursts into tears....
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woodstock:
Yeah, if I had it all to do over again, I might get it done where I have the sun. However, since that spot is taken, I have to find a new one. The advice about finding my center is a good one. Thanks! I will let you know how it turns out!
kay:
I did read the previous comment, and I will definitely have to check out that writer.
Paint = icky
Paint = grumpy weasel
Paint = paw prints
Paint = amusement
Weasels may never soar, but at least they do not get sucked in to plane engines.
~cheers
Paint = icky
Paint = grumpy weasel
Paint = paw prints
Paint = amusement
Weasels may never soar, but at least they do not get sucked in to plane engines.
~cheers
'Kay, here we go again.
So you will notice I have finally got around to choosing five favourite Suicide Girls, thanks to the appearance, today of Lilith. I love the way her eyes have been gazing up at me from the bottom of the page tonight...
Will you believe me if I tell you these ladies have been chosen as much for their profiles...
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So you will notice I have finally got around to choosing five favourite Suicide Girls, thanks to the appearance, today of Lilith. I love the way her eyes have been gazing up at me from the bottom of the page tonight...
Will you believe me if I tell you these ladies have been chosen as much for their profiles...
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remuemenage:
maybe I've exhausted your interest in Alaskan revelries .......I'm having fun dredging them up.
I should have kept a diary of my Coast Guard experiences ......
I was stationed in Sitka, Alaska - the Russian-American capital of Alaska during the 19th century. There is a magnificent Russian Orthodox Church and an overgrown Russian graveyard as well as the old governor's house.
It is in the southeastern panhandle of Alaska on Baranoff Island
Your T.C. Boyle reference reminds me of a bunch of idealists lounging around the coffee shops of Sitka ......... planning to walk into and over the mountains - clear some land - and live unplugged from civilization
I have no idea whether they succeeded - Alaska attracts these sorts of people. It's one of the few places in the world that is truly wild - you can come off the wrong side of a mountain and never see another human being ever again
it's shockingly vertical - mountains rising thousands of feet out of the ocean
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I should have kept a diary of my Coast Guard experiences ......
I was stationed in Sitka, Alaska - the Russian-American capital of Alaska during the 19th century. There is a magnificent Russian Orthodox Church and an overgrown Russian graveyard as well as the old governor's house.
It is in the southeastern panhandle of Alaska on Baranoff Island
Your T.C. Boyle reference reminds me of a bunch of idealists lounging around the coffee shops of Sitka ......... planning to walk into and over the mountains - clear some land - and live unplugged from civilization
I have no idea whether they succeeded - Alaska attracts these sorts of people. It's one of the few places in the world that is truly wild - you can come off the wrong side of a mountain and never see another human being ever again
it's shockingly vertical - mountains rising thousands of feet out of the ocean
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cellosoul:
Something about this latest entry makes me want to spoon with you. 
Hm...maybe the John Peel thing threw me off. I used to be such the hardcore Anglophile. Only been to the UK once and it wasn't nearly long enough.
Saying yes to everything? Hm...brave experiment. Evidently I am not (yet?) that brave.
You wrote: "As for 'the opposite of love is love' - I think I'm going to have to think about that for a week or so!" Where are you in the process? Maybe if you imbibed some shrooms it would help?
If you would be willing to please send me a good contact "e" for you via SG as I would love to love to love to practice French with you, Sire.
'Kay, here we go again.
I have not heard anyone say an unkind word about Reagan since I heard about the news...I mean, various degrees of people I've encountered from radical activists, to soft poetry-toting types...it's been interesting. Just being sad about his passing. It was so easy to blast him when he was above ground.
Maybe folks are just maturing? Maybe we're too worried about Tha Dubya? Crickey...who knows.
You wrote" " You know, you too could exist in this state of benign indifference to the mass media. Just switch off, disconnect. Your rhythm, your world, doesn't have to be theirs."
This, *I'll* need to chew on. Why do I refuse to use SG's perfectly-equipped formatting doo-diddlies?
Joni Mitchell is yet another one of those real-life angels. IMO.
If I can someday just write one song, or one something that touches a soul, or even *my* soul in such a way, I'd feel so lucky.
Art is pretty much driving my reason for living here... not entirely... but....mostly. Working on expanding that reason. That purpose.
Rawk on, Cutriver.
Hm...maybe the John Peel thing threw me off. I used to be such the hardcore Anglophile. Only been to the UK once and it wasn't nearly long enough.
Saying yes to everything? Hm...brave experiment. Evidently I am not (yet?) that brave.
You wrote: "As for 'the opposite of love is love' - I think I'm going to have to think about that for a week or so!" Where are you in the process? Maybe if you imbibed some shrooms it would help?
If you would be willing to please send me a good contact "e" for you via SG as I would love to love to love to practice French with you, Sire.
'Kay, here we go again.
I have not heard anyone say an unkind word about Reagan since I heard about the news...I mean, various degrees of people I've encountered from radical activists, to soft poetry-toting types...it's been interesting. Just being sad about his passing. It was so easy to blast him when he was above ground.
Maybe folks are just maturing? Maybe we're too worried about Tha Dubya? Crickey...who knows.
You wrote" " You know, you too could exist in this state of benign indifference to the mass media. Just switch off, disconnect. Your rhythm, your world, doesn't have to be theirs."
This, *I'll* need to chew on. Why do I refuse to use SG's perfectly-equipped formatting doo-diddlies?
Joni Mitchell is yet another one of those real-life angels. IMO.
If I can someday just write one song, or one something that touches a soul, or even *my* soul in such a way, I'd feel so lucky.
Art is pretty much driving my reason for living here... not entirely... but....mostly. Working on expanding that reason. That purpose.
Rawk on, Cutriver.
Not much to report today - for all the action, see yesterday. And, for those of you who haven't answered, I'm not gonna forget the 'favourite actor/tress' question - seems like it's got you thinking...
So, the grading of papers goes ever on...
Also today I ordered a bank transfer to pay a deposit on an apartment in Paris for my forthcoming six-month research jaunt....
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Also today I ordered a bank transfer to pay a deposit on an apartment in Paris for my forthcoming six-month research jaunt....
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remuemenage:
crab butchery, eh? ....... I'm a crab killer. the crab were emptied out of 7ftby7ft crab pots into a massive hold in the fo'csle (forecastle - the bow of the ship)- which is where the crab butchering station was located.
we wore thick rubber gloves up to our elbows - because crab are vicious ........ and neoprene braces on our forearms to keep our tendons together. the hold was beneath us - we reached down and grabbed crab - smashed the crab against an extremely dull semi-circular blade cutting it in half. I don't know if you are familiar with crab - I would liken a crab to a prehistoric gigantic spider with an exoskeleton. All the meat is in the legs. After smashing them in half with a dull blade the entrails are wiped off with a large rotating brush mounted on a tray. the legs were then thrown up onto the tray - which is attached to a flue with a jet of water. as the tray filled - crab would fall down into the flue and be pushed to the stern of the boat.
at the stern the crab were cooked in a massive boiler - plenty of crab to be had at any time. the food in general was fantastic - we had a cook - but we paid for it - it came out of our cut. there were no women on board - the deckhands were all ex-Army, ex-Marine adrenaline junkies, and the processors were all under-the-table Mexicans and dumb green college kids (raises hand)
the crab was then put through a series of salt water treatments each one colder than the last - and finally packaged in a box and put in the freezer hold
the day was divided into three 8 hour shifts - you worked for two and slept one. sometimes I would fall asleep and dream of butchering all night - and wake up to a new shift more exhausted than ever before
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edited to say that I fell in love with Alaska - so much so that I walked out of a Classics degree at the University of Chicago to join the Coast Guard and go back
ever been to Alaska?
dude, I'm telling you my life story (and I'm aware that I'm not telling it particularly well).......... probably much more information than you care to know about me
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your the film professor - I'm a lowbrow, but I like what like
Dr.Strangelove bourbon whiskey cheap cigars - that's all I need to be happy
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Joni Mitchell is brilliant - atleast we agree on that
but disagreeing with is so agreeable, I like it when people question my tastes - forces me to look into why I like what I like
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we wore thick rubber gloves up to our elbows - because crab are vicious ........ and neoprene braces on our forearms to keep our tendons together. the hold was beneath us - we reached down and grabbed crab - smashed the crab against an extremely dull semi-circular blade cutting it in half. I don't know if you are familiar with crab - I would liken a crab to a prehistoric gigantic spider with an exoskeleton. All the meat is in the legs. After smashing them in half with a dull blade the entrails are wiped off with a large rotating brush mounted on a tray. the legs were then thrown up onto the tray - which is attached to a flue with a jet of water. as the tray filled - crab would fall down into the flue and be pushed to the stern of the boat.
at the stern the crab were cooked in a massive boiler - plenty of crab to be had at any time. the food in general was fantastic - we had a cook - but we paid for it - it came out of our cut. there were no women on board - the deckhands were all ex-Army, ex-Marine adrenaline junkies, and the processors were all under-the-table Mexicans and dumb green college kids (raises hand)
the crab was then put through a series of salt water treatments each one colder than the last - and finally packaged in a box and put in the freezer hold
the day was divided into three 8 hour shifts - you worked for two and slept one. sometimes I would fall asleep and dream of butchering all night - and wake up to a new shift more exhausted than ever before
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edited to say that I fell in love with Alaska - so much so that I walked out of a Classics degree at the University of Chicago to join the Coast Guard and go back
ever been to Alaska?
dude, I'm telling you my life story (and I'm aware that I'm not telling it particularly well).......... probably much more information than you care to know about me
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your the film professor - I'm a lowbrow, but I like what like
Dr.Strangelove bourbon whiskey cheap cigars - that's all I need to be happy
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Joni Mitchell is brilliant - atleast we agree on that
but disagreeing with is so agreeable, I like it when people question my tastes - forces me to look into why I like what I like
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cellosoul:
I thought Radio 1 was supposed to be THE SHIT. Tells you how much I know about media in the UK. ...
As for Sarah, still has amazingly cult-star status in the US, though she's Canadian and I reckon she's bigger over there. Always critically-acclaimed, though, once she stopped doing all those Canadian movie-of-the-week type dealie-bobs.
Yes, I heart Sarah Polley very much.
As for French, I doubt you have much spare time but I would love to practice w/you offline. Online practice, while I am doing it a bit, is a mite... much for me!
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As for Sarah, still has amazingly cult-star status in the US, though she's Canadian and I reckon she's bigger over there. Always critically-acclaimed, though, once she stopped doing all those Canadian movie-of-the-week type dealie-bobs.
Yes, I heart Sarah Polley very much.
As for French, I doubt you have much spare time but I would love to practice w/you offline. Online practice, while I am doing it a bit, is a mite... much for me!
wuv
s