Monday, June 23, 2008

Home.

jamie, almost home!, originally uploaded by sarah the pirate.

Jamie and I are back from our mini trip to Victoria! We explored the city on foot, backpacking our way through the tourist district and beyond. (We got lost.)

It's nice to reconnect myself with the ocean air every now and again. Nothing beats the roll of the waves and that great expanse of blue. More pictures to come, along with some video Jamie took during the trip.

Highlight of the trip? I was felt up by a Vietnamese woman who kept saying, "LADY... TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS." Honestly, I think her and I shared a moment.

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Thursday, June 19, 2008

It's not every day someone gets kidnapped by a loaf of bread.

Cleaning up the office yesterday was awesome, because it gave me ample oppurtunity to meander down memory lane. Or you know, find random strange pictures of my grandmother hanging out in a bathtub.

I am full of that super excited butterfly feeling that goes hand in hand with AN IMPENDING ROAD TRIP!, aka, Jamie and I are rocking Vancouver Island this weekend. Like, off it's axis. Like, look out Island, here comes that huge earthquake everyone's been talking about for years... AND SHE'S WEARING CROCS.

I think I somehow kind of propelled that reference into a fat joke, but I'm kind of okay with that.

We're planning the trip tonight, in between making pizza and watching Be Kind Rewind.

(BBQ Chicken Pizza: 1 pizza shell, BBQ sauce, chicken (roasted), red peppers, green onions,

shredded cheddar cheese. Throw it all on the pizza shell, bake at 350 degrees, serve with salad and love.)

There is something about June that makes me want to listen to Lisa Loeb's "Tails" album over and over again.

I have had the weirdest dreams the past two nights. The first night, I dreamt I was kidnapped and taken away to a fantastical version of Japan ... by a loaf of bread. Last night, I dreamt that the Zombpocalypse had finally come, and I kept going through these reactionary scenarios, dying a horrible digestable death, and then restarting like a video game. I finally survived when I chose Tim Hortons as my hideout place. A few things about Tim Hortons: my entire family had just decided to grab some Timbits that day and were hanging out inside, and there was a transport truck attached to the front of it, allowing us to all drive into the backwoods and live out the rest of our days sleeping on uncomfortable seating and drinking tons of Iced Cappucinos. Strange.

Finally, another photo from today's random photoshoot, my great grandparents and their stuff. And, if you have time, check out me, my mullet and some fine indoor snow pants.

Labels: Musings, Photographs, Travels

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I like that wagon that you're draggin'.

Fantastic idea: making your own tarot cards. I've been breaking out my watercolours and yesterday I started painting in some ink sketches, I think this might be my next big project.

I AM GOING TO SEE FEIST IN CONCERT. It's okay. I almost wet my pants with excitement, too. Also, I am going to see Radiohead as well. I am a concert-lovin' fiend this summer.

Upcoming road trip: CATHEDRAL GROVE. This is great because it's on my list of places to revisit. I went here when I was 12, but I was so full of angst and riding up overall short combos that I couldn't truly appreciate the fact that I was surrounded by trees large enough to like, live in.

Wishlist: Canon EOS 40D.

I am on a mission to learn all I can about horticulture. The different plant names are fascinating and anything said in latin instantly becomes mysterious and magical. Even if you' Cheeseburger Phone: Fred Flare

re saying the latin equivalent to "Poop". (I don't know what that would be, but I'm sure it would sound nice enough to put on wedding invitations.) The above picture is of a flowering onion. I love these plants because they look so terribly Suessian.

Dinner: Jamaican Jerked Chicken. Add a little more jalapeno if you like it spicy, and a little bit more of everything to make a touch more marinade. Serve with Mango Salsa.

Side dish: Herbed Roasted Potatoes. Cut potatoes up into bite size pieces. Drizzle with olive oil. Cut up a ton (bunch) of Cilantro (chopped) and sprinkle on top. Add 2-3 cloves of garlic (minced). Lots of salt, lots of pepper, and some lemon juice. Mix it all together. Bake at 350 degrees for an hour - hour 1/2, or until the potatoes are soft.

Agatha Christie: Interestingly enough, she thought Hercule Poirot was "creepy". Listening to BBC radio plays of her works is what I do with my spare time. I'm damn productive.

Cheeseburger Phone: We all knew this was coming.

Labels: Recipes and Projects, Shopping, Wishlist

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Sunday, June 08, 2008

Brief shopping distraction.

BUST card creator, for all the sentimentality you need.

A lot of my jewellery is currently being housed in a yellow vintage tin box, but Shadow Box jewellery holders, as seen in Carolina Cottage, are an excellent idea.

ATTENTION NEETS: Awesome cupcake apron dress courtesy of Bunny Maxwell.

Labels: Shopping

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Saturday, June 07, 2008

Mix Tape a la Pirate

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CREDITS:
Brushes by Miss M and Braggadocio. Tarot card illustrations by Pamela Colman Smith. Open Design.

SYLVIA PLATH KNOWS ME. INSIDE.

"...I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 7