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| it was inevitable. despite the fact that i love the 'currently reading' or 'currently listening to' options that xanga has provided me with, i'm getting a little sick of the advertisements, the constant upgrades that kind of suck, and the inability to format entries and to easily upload masses of photos. so, i have migrated to blogger. i have watched many of my 'blogging friends' do the same over the years, and it is finally my turn.
so, if you still enjoy reading my sporadic updates and seemingly random entries, head on over to jesreimer.blogspot.com
a new title, a new layout and a whole lot more new options...i'll just have to find a way to keep you updated on what i'm currently reading and listening to. | | |
| story people is some of my favorite art work, combining words and strange sketches.
today's story of the day went something like this:
Can I count on you to be there, no matter what? she said &
I said no & she said what kind of friend are you? & I said
the kind who won't lie to you any time you want &
I think she kept me around as a curiosity after that
now imagine a weirdly sketched guy-like figure with his knee in his mouth to go along with it.
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| anyone who knows me, knows that i like art. i like doing art, i like seeing art, i like having art. i love to see others doing art. i think it's seeing all the heart and soul that goes into each piece and on rare occasions being able to see bits and pieces of my own heart and soul in other's work. and so when my good friend brooke graham decided to start selling her pieces through her own website, it was exciting. exciting to be able to see each piece transfered from her basement studio onto a screen accessible in anyone's home. exciting to see her soul and inspiration described in words and quotes throughout the pages of her site. exciting to finally know that other people can share in my love of her work.
so check her out: www.brookegraham.com
and i'm sure if you asked, she'd do a custom piece in the colors you desire...as long as they inspire her. | | |
| after a whirlwind summer i'm finally back home...and kind of ready to leave again.
retirement from tree planting was bittersweet. leaving good friends who are pretty much like family was hard, yet knowing that my long days of intense physical labour are over was really really nice. my wrist, knees and back are thanking me, although they have a painful way of showing it.
touring canada and the states for weddings, reunions, birthdays, anniversaries and concerts was fun and tiresome. long drives, long flights, more long drives, it was nice to finally pull up at our front door, let the dogs into the backyard and fall into bed for a while.
the latest and ongoing project for the past year has been house renovations. with the arrival of new countertops next week, the kitchen will be checked off the list and the back yard will be the last major affair. You see, there's this little weed called foxtail here in california. it likes to blow in the wind and attach itself to anything furry (ie. our dogs). it then burrows in like a porcupine quill until it has created a puss-filled open sore that begins to fester. i won't take this illustration any further, i'll just let you know that us, being new to california, didn't realize that the beautiful green grass-like plant that had taken over our back yard during the spring, would turn into this devilish dog attacking weed in the summer. so let's just say that we've spent days raking, shoveling and pulling in our backyard trying to rid ourselves (and our dogs) of this nasty thing. later this month we'll attempt to lay sod and build a small deck to take care of it. i'll keep you posted on how that works out.
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| late night tree runs. tonight's began with me in my town clothes and rubber boots loading up trees and heading out to the block at 8:30pm. it ended with me fighting to keep water from spilling over top of those rubber boots while balancing precariously on the one un-fully-submerged wheel of my quad in a seismic swamp. left with no 4-wheel drive and no winch i pulled the key and hiked a couple kilometers back to my truck to return to camp mission unaccomplished. as i walked i laughed at the present image of a little blond haired girl wearing town clothes, rubber boots and a quad helmet walking down a logging road with no quad and no truck in site. it's a love hate relationship with this job…but i mostly love it. it definitely makes me laugh and expands the distance that my humor can carry me, which after the past two seasons, is pretty far. | | |
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