it is permitted to clean up after your dog here
July 2, 2011
Also, to throw your garbage into a garbage bin. Whew!
Taken with the Harinezumi digital camera at McNaughton Park, Exeter, Ontario. June 25, 2011.
Posted by jodi on July 2, 2011 at 12.30pm
about moles
June 15, 2011
Moles eat: insects and worms.
During the day time they hide in: cracks in rocks, under logs, or leaves.
Found tucked inside an old Golden Book Encyclopedia that I was cutting up for bookbinding. Nostalgia dictates hanging onto any note I find that’s written on ditto paper, partly because it’s such a dreamy purple hued piece of printmaking history, and partly because the spirit duplicator was my generation’s first high.
Posted by jodi on June 15, 2011 at 7.22am
open wide
May 22, 2011
This is a record I picked up at St Vinnie’s yesterday: a souvenir of the Christ’s Ambassadors Youth Convention 1973 in Scarborough, Ontario (spelled “Scarboro” on the sleeve). I’m sure that the music contained within is as terrible as you can imagine, but I wanted it for the amazing cover art. The deal was pretty much sealed when I opened it up to check out the quality of the disc and found a fold out poster, about 45 x 45cm (18 x 18″) square, that is an exact reproduction of that cover art. SCORE.
I haven’t decided yet if I want to hang it in the living room next to the sacred heart statue, or over my bed.
Posted by jodi on May 22, 2011 at 9.23am
more things i love about windsor
May 13, 2011
A hookah place has opened up right next door to Hot Box pizza. It’s so perfect.
Posted by jodi on May 13, 2011 at 7.48am
barbage*
March 18, 2011
Peter found this useful little object while spring cleaning some hard-to-get-to spots in the kitchen last weekend. It’s a miniature pink adjustable wrench with the words “LOVE ME” on the side and a rusty old jingle bell attached to the handle. It’s the strangest piece of Barbage we’ve found in a long time, and proof that after almost eight years there are still some crevices in this house we haven’t ventured into yet. Is that gross?
*”Barbage” is the term applied to all items left behind in our house by the previous owner, a single mom with five teenagers (including a set of triplets). Her name was Barb. That was obvious, probably.
Posted by jodi on March 18, 2011 at 11.24am
diversity in the dairy case
March 5, 2011
Posted by jodi on March 5, 2011 at 11.38am
kentucky radio
February 20, 2011
Driving through rural Kentucky on a Sunday morning means that most of the available radio stations are offering religious programming. Below is just a very small sampling.
1. Marble Mouth Thankful Guy. Highlights: says everything twice for no reason, for example: “we fail the lord, as I’ve said many times, ’cause we don’t give god the glory for the things he’s done for us and done for us”. Every word sounds as if it’s spoken around a wad of cotton wool.
2. Praise the Lord Lady. Highlights: the phrase “praise the lord” is inserted again and again in her speech like punctuation or some sort of ecstatic Tourette’s. Praise the Lord Lady presents a litany of examples of people being healed by god, both her and people she read about in the bible (like “the man that waited to poo”, or so it sounds like, but Peter informs me it’s probably “the man that waded the pool”). Just before the recording started she told of god healing her hernia in 1997 and she stopped taking all of her pills (this is what the demons were trying to trick her about at the start of the video). It was a moving story, I tell you what.
3. (on a different station from the first two): Corny Hoedown People. This show was actually pretty awesome, with lots of disorganized singing that devolved at the end of each song into a babble of “praise the lord”s.
4. more Corny Hoedown People. Highlights: an utter lack of any attempt at enunciation. Whole lines go by with nary a consonant. We’ve gained a new favourite all-purpose phrase: “that’s the key word, Roscoe”. What he said in full: “praise the lord are you ready to go, that’s the key word, Roscoe”. Also when the guy actually starts preaching for real, he flubs his lines like crazy. And meanwhile, we’re driving past a water park that has its own little chapel in it. What’s scary, to me, is how little time I need to spend listening to Southern radio before I start picking up the accent.
Bonus story! A couple of years ago Peter and I visited Rock City, and while we were up in one of those lookout spots up in the mountain there, looking out (as is the custom), a little kid next to us started pointing excitedly at a rocky outcropping a ways down the mountainside where someone had placed a gnome. He shouted over and over (in the cutest and most funny Southern accent I’ve ever heard, and I tell you what I’ve heard some doozies): What’s that down there, Snapper? (down thay-ere, Schnayuhper?) There’s a little man down thayre! Yeah, just like I said it in the video because four years later I still think it’s funny enough to say all the time even though Peter’s no doubt beyond sick of it. That’s the key word, Roscoe.
Bonus #2: here’s a flickr group of photos from our Rock City trip. Look down there, it’s a little man!
*I just want to add, in case it’s not clear, that this is not meant to make fun of either A) my friends or other sane people who are Christian, or B) my friends or other sane people who are Southern. But yes, I do think these evangelistic people are a bit off their rocker. Also, I’m interested in accents and dialects in general, so my discussion of (and clumsy attempts to imitate) various Southern accents is in no way meant to be mean or make fun. I am totally making fun of Praise The Lord Lady, though.
**also: that is a photo of the ACTUAL LITTLE MAN. The one of Snapper!
Posted by jodi on February 20, 2011 at 8.13pm
from saturday: why i love ray hudson
December 20, 2010
Barca: being awesome (as usual) and kind of cheeky.
Phil: Oh look inside the box.
Ray: (chortling) Absolutely delightful, audacious, radiant football, inside their own six yard box, in front of their goalkeeper they play it ticky-tacka.
Phil: If you’re the manager you wouldn’t be having a heart attack on the sidelines?
Ray: Kissing their bums in the shower, Phil, is what I’d be doing.
Posted by jodi on December 20, 2010 at 10.05am
happy thursday
November 25, 2010
Today I’m puttering around the house waiting on the arrival of two of our favourite Americans, who are coming to spend Americanthanksgiving with us. Of course, it’s an ordinary cold and rainy November day here, as we celebrate our Thanksgiving a month earlier (I suppose because the height of our harvest is a month earlier). Honestly I don’t really understand why my dear neighbours to the south* would want to cram two turkey-eating holidays so close together when the leftovers, which although I don’t eat turkey myself I’m given to believe are the best part of it all, could be spread out over so many more months. Let’s just add it to the long list of stuff I still don’t understand about all y’all’s culture even after having lived there for the better part of three years.
BUT! I just used “all y’all’s” in a sentence! Can I get a hell yeah?
Thanksgiving weekend, October 2010: all photos taken with the Double Shot camera, Fuji S-200 film.
The customary post-meal walk to the park: my cousin Jon and his son, Jon.
Some shots of the barn in my gramma’s backyard, which is full of holes and falling-down bits and is being lived in by wild kitties and will probably have to come down soon.
That’s okay though, everybody loves tearing down a barn. Somebody call Adrienne Clarkson!
*I feel obliged to point out that my dear neighbours to the south are actually to the north due to our living in the little finger Ontario extends beneath Michigan’s mitten to give it a little tickle on the wrist. I can stand in the middle of my street in Canada and look north and see the United States and that is just weird, y’all. But I’m waving! Have a nice holiday! And please stay off the highway between Chicago and Detroit so our friends can get here fast.
Posted by jodi on November 25, 2010 at 1.29pm
something funny i found in a drawer
November 11, 2010
I was going through old discs a while back and found this silly piece of work I did in undergrad for a photography class. We were learning photoshop and the project was to design a book cover.
I remember at the time thinking that what I came up with was hilarious (and the thought of Oprah putting such a title in her book club So Totally Hilarious) but Kay, the grad student teaching the class, had a background in graphic design and gave me shit for putting that logo there. Ah, well. At least I got to use my L.L.B.S. degree for something.
Posted by jodi on November 11, 2010 at 10.39am
