i just finished reading 'The Bone People' by Keri Hulme. what an amazing book. it takes a bit to get used to, as it's written in a very choppy style, but it's so raw and emotionally charged. it's about a rich part-Maori (New Zealand native) woman who is estranged from her family and builds a tower on the coast to live out life by herself. one day, a wiry young blond boy appears at her tower and she is drawn to him. she meets his father and the three share a unique relationship often leading to tragedy. it's a fantastic book. i highly recommend it.
took my car home to my folks' place this weekend to install the oil pan heater on it (it's a 2003 Golf TDI - diesel engine)...got it up on the hoist, took the plastic cover off underneath it that covers the engine compartment to be greeted by a small orange thing siliconed to the oil pan and a cord that leads the mysterious plug that lives in the front grill. lo and behold (wow, that's a great quaint saying. i like it...) the dealership, even though i told them not to and did not pay for it, had put a pan heater on my car before they gave it to me. little surprise, and a nice one...since the thing's worth like 150 bucks canadian.
whatever the case, it rocked to be back at my dad's mechanic shop and getting all greasy again. glad i'm not doing it full time though...it's wreaked havoc on my dad's body...
yule spirit has been trying to get its grips on me as of late. i've been thinking about gifts for everyone, planning to make crafts (hehe, geek), coming up with lists, envisioning the tree...it's pretty sad. normally the 'holiday season' drives me mad as the commercialism is rampant and ridiculous. but in it's fledgling stages, it makes me feel a bit giddy and nostalgic. wait 'til the middle of december when i can't take it anymore and want to burn the cds of xmas music they play in a loop in the mall. i'd go fucking batty if i worked in retail during the holiday season.
do you haiku?
velvet flesh unites
breath humid on exposed nape
desire runs rampant
spiked band encircles
delicate porcelain neck
raven hair cascades
reverberations
fill occupied office space
sickness manifests
how's by the rest of you?
took my car home to my folks' place this weekend to install the oil pan heater on it (it's a 2003 Golf TDI - diesel engine)...got it up on the hoist, took the plastic cover off underneath it that covers the engine compartment to be greeted by a small orange thing siliconed to the oil pan and a cord that leads the mysterious plug that lives in the front grill. lo and behold (wow, that's a great quaint saying. i like it...) the dealership, even though i told them not to and did not pay for it, had put a pan heater on my car before they gave it to me. little surprise, and a nice one...since the thing's worth like 150 bucks canadian.
whatever the case, it rocked to be back at my dad's mechanic shop and getting all greasy again. glad i'm not doing it full time though...it's wreaked havoc on my dad's body...
yule spirit has been trying to get its grips on me as of late. i've been thinking about gifts for everyone, planning to make crafts (hehe, geek), coming up with lists, envisioning the tree...it's pretty sad. normally the 'holiday season' drives me mad as the commercialism is rampant and ridiculous. but in it's fledgling stages, it makes me feel a bit giddy and nostalgic. wait 'til the middle of december when i can't take it anymore and want to burn the cds of xmas music they play in a loop in the mall. i'd go fucking batty if i worked in retail during the holiday season.
do you haiku?
velvet flesh unites
breath humid on exposed nape
desire runs rampant
spiked band encircles
delicate porcelain neck
raven hair cascades
reverberations
fill occupied office space
sickness manifests
how's by the rest of you?
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The other one is a sweetheart.