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2 Fillings at the Dentist
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This morning, 2 fillings at the dentist.
Short, 30 minutes, the smell of drilled and pulverized bone and enamel...
Home, an hour and a half before work and there will be no nap. And so I make myself a cup of coffee, only, my lip, mouth is frozen and I'm unable to make a seal after every sip and so it just sort of "blorts" back out upon my shirt...
These fucking dentists, they're bankrupting me, that's twice in one month, a used jeep payment, and I'm overdue for the used jeep...
3 Little Chilli Peppers
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It took about another 2 weeks and the 3rd little chilli pepper pot sprouted. 5 pots still empty.
I have 3. The first one, thriving now almost a month, god-damned if it isn't almost 2 cm tall. The other two, well, go figure.
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The evening light, hot, it's what's growing them. Until the weather is a little more consistently hot I'll have to keep them in the window, maybe move them to the patio for the morning light, then back indoors for the evening light. This is crazy, but only for a week or two, then I can move them to the roof where they'll get full sun all the live long day. Which apparently they need, because right now I'm not hopeful I'm going to be harvesting any peppers off of these.
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The inspection, I suspect I passed, spent the week lightly cleaning, everything was good except for the insane wall of art supplies.
I need no more art supplies. I need to get to work and start lessening my load. Which I will do, only I didn't want to start and make a mess before the inspection. Inspection done, now time to get to work. Time to get all these little bits and pieces of mixed media off of my chest and into some surreal little gallery of the absurd...
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28 degrees today and the evening sun cooks my apartment. Right now, a silver-slipper of a moon rising above Elephant Mountain. The streets are lively, buskers out, the itinerant homeless have all arrived and set up shop in Nelson for the summer, the dodgy crack-addled gazes of a 1000 years, shifty people ploughing backpacks and peeking through windows, picking through cars, the "undesirable" elements all come to town for the summer.
The Bylaw Officer
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Out, this morning, up and at-em for a pack of fags. Walking home, a red light on Baker. It's early, no traffic about, look up the street, look down the street - there's no cars. So I walk across.
Upon the other side the Bylaw officer is emptying meters and has undertaken to take offence at my crossing a clearly uninhabited street against the light. "I hope your driving is better..." he says, then explains that I crossed against the light.
He's my age.
I just look at him.
The perfect Bylaw officer, understands the rules but not why they're in place. Understands the implementation but not the spirit or the intent.
I think to reply, but it's beneath me. These are the people that would come to a red light in the desert, no cars for a 100 miles in any direction, yet would wait out the red light.
I'm not these people and I've been cursed with a modicum of good sense.
Close Your Eyes - 2023
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In 2012 the mysterious disappearance of an actor 22 years before is brought to a high profile television show in Spain.
Theories as to his disappearance abound, suicide, a lover, jealous rival, conspiracies, and everyone connected with the actor seems to have come to their own conclusion.
Following the televised profile of the disappearance new leads surface and take things in a new direction.
Curious, a thoughtful meditation on memory, identity, film, and - the ending - well, I've said it before, perfect, and you'd never see an American director take this most logical of turns.
Worthwhile.
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