Hide yer kids, Hide yer wife.

http://www.poupee-mecanique.com/

I just can’t decide how I feel about this.

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Lifted from Anth:
Ta French lessons, go swimming a lot, buy Langston Hughes books, get high, hire a girl once a week to take care of your clothes (sew, clean, organize closets), find a psychiatrist, a Spanish babysitter, take dancing, find shoemaker, write Hazel Scott, find yellow pills, buy books a friend told me about, stop abusing Andrew.

-Nina Simone, from a list made to herself (written on Air France letterhead), 1965

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I’ve started pilfering succulents again. The collection has expanded to include some interesting specimens from Northern Californian cliff-faces. Trying to find a way to bring them up to Canada with me when I relocate again in about a years time.

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Last month’s employment and the one hour commute each way, gave me a shit tonne of time for reading. One of the more interesting bits of text I managed to whip through was Jonathan Franzen’s Emptying the Skies, a complex and depressing little Silent Spring-y ditty on the capture and consumption of songbirds in Cyprus and surrounding points in the Mediterranean migratory path. Decently fleshed out discuss of masculinity, protein, ethics, cultural preservation and falsified custom, indiscriminate scatter-shot hunting and cute little guys with feathers.