Tag: party

the voice of “Ducky” from the Land Before Time: a girl who was murdered by her father at age 10

Tonight after work is Wolf Parade with Architecture in Helsinki then Cirque De Sade with possible Big Birthday Bash afterward.

When my camera download died is when I felt myself finally geared up into taking real pictures again. The irony of this is no more lost to me than the multitude of little chocolates that Ryan has scattered through my room. Picture a girl, pale skinned, almost the tint of home made strawberry ice-cream. Remove her shirt and put a cloth over her face. One eye can see you, the other is closed. Title this do not shoot me. Picture a boy, his arms are stretched out and his face painted gold. Picture bottle green velvet against mulberry crimson, a giant red lizard like sleeping with a voodoo doll, a feather mask dipped in a bowl of dead flowers, an x-ray lit from behind over the head of a sleeping man, this is what the doctor said – a eulogy for the dead party city. Click.

I posted and seventeen people arrived, let’s see what some warning may bring


Celebration of Light – Canada
Originally uploaded by beccabug.

The lovely medousa has offered her place as a downtown meet-up for the Saturday night fireworks. Anyone interested should meet on the NorthWest corner of Barclay & Thurlow by the fire hydrant. The time to do so, however, is up in the air, as I don’t know what anyone’s plans are. Is there going to be another conclave on the beach? More skinny dipping? I’ve not a clue, so tell me. Where and when have people been discussing?

edit: Meeting at 7:30 – 8 with beginning to walk at 8:15. Good?
edit: just in case you missed it, party at Reina‘s tonight.

let’s make some fire beauty bombs

Lantern making at my place this evening for Illuminaires.

Bring paper, bring white craft glue, bring glitter and ribbon. Bring anything decorative you feel like. Cloth, candles, sticks especially. They’re the struts you bind everything too and hang your string and tassels from. If you’re not the sort of person who can build things or visualize shapes, I have you covered, I can make anything. Just try to bring materials.

It’s really one of the only events Vancouver has that’s worth going to, no matter what else you’ve planned.

I’m sorry for the short notice, but I haven’t exactly been on the ball lately, as most of you have likely noticed.

I haven’t been thrilled with the festival the last few years, since Public Dreams changed hands and it became a little too about business and less about performance and fire and delight, but this year I’m actually looking forward to Saturday, though it’s going to hurt. Jay Harmer called me last night, during the party, (that I was exhausted throughout for, which bothered me, because I wanted to talk with Amanda more), and it’s confirmed now that I’m working the fireworks. I’m to be at Trout Lake by nine a.m. with my pyrotechnics license to start setting up the mortars. I agreed to a BBQ in the afternoon/evening, and now I don’t know when I’m going to make it, not knowing any more of my schedule than that.

This is going to be the first Illuminares that I’m going to be paid for. Before, when I played with fire, I was doing it for free, for the joy and grinning beauty of it.

edit: we’re heading out for supplies, will be back around 7.

same week as the anniversary of the nuclear age


Cello… er not Viola
Originally uploaded by DantesFedora.

James Doohan, the man who played Scotty on Star Trek, died Wednesday.

It’s thirty-six years ago today that our species managed to touch booted foot to the moon. I remember framed newspaper articles on the walls of motels of that moment, the same picture of Armstrong next to the lander repeated in aged yellow in hundreds of small towns. I was never old enough to remember it, never could be, but that didn’t stop me from reading the words. “THIS DAY IS A MARKED DAY IN HUMAN HISTORY” Headlines all echoing each other, reverberating from dingy bar to dingy bar. One stool always patched with worn silver tape.

Let’s theme tonight’s party, shall we? People who arrive with tinfoil on their heads get extra style points.

Happy birthday Sarah. We love you.

the picture links to the SimNuke photopool.

If anyone has information for the few who missed being on this list, it would be appreciated.


entry
Originally uploaded by Foxtongue.

Get-Together at my place tomorrow evening.

Because We Can and because James is Going Away To Parts Far Off.

Partial Roll call of Korean Movie Monday:

Christopher: kurrs, Flickr: Kurrs,
Patrick: Flickr: flybaby,
Ryan: Flickr: Ru’ian,
Sophie: elsabet Flickr: elsabet,
Jeanette: cantstoptharock
Tim: niko84, Flickr: nomoon,
Amanda: xxangelmeatxx, Flickr: seejackrun,
Karen: kickasskaren, Flickr: kickasskaren,
Tyler: legacyofty,
Dominique: bloodykitty, Flickr: bloodyninjakitty,
Reine: absinthe_sleep,
Angus: tao_of_quinton, Flickr: the dread pirate quinton
James: onik, Flickr: JamesEverett,
Andrew F: inri33, Flickr: cabbit,
Andrew G: frector,
Robin: givemesodapop,
Mike: kindelingboy,
Beth: algea_al_fresco, Flickr: stonelucifer,
Meghan: brunisols,
Andre: arrogant_gamer,
Ashley: aria_moonstar,
Peter: anarchocyclist, Flickr: doreinde.

(Angus, go to your flickr home, select MY ACCOUNT, and down in the right hand corner there will be an option to make yourself a page.)

Saturday is Quickie Culture Night

The plan is: A display of short visual pieces found or created by everybody. This means music videos, short films, weird art things, motion graphics, a short scene from a full length film etc. Not imposing hard time limits or anything, just use your best judgment.

There will be a projector with which to put things on the wall and the hardware to feed it anything in digital or DVD form. If it’s VHS you’ll need to bring a player with you (there’s plenty of cables though), find someone who can, or tell us in advance and we’ll try to dig one up. Drop James a line at jameseverett(at)gmail.com to let him know if you’re coming and if you’re bringing more people with you. This is just so we have a rough idea of how many bodies to expect and can provide the complete address.

Downtown at Davie & Jervis, starting around 9pm this Saturday, July 16th.

Also, there’s talk of watching a Night With Kevin Smith tonight at my place. Go bother Andrew for details. I’m assuming it’s an early-ish start, around seven.

bring out yer dead

Just in time to go with that previous post on Zombies, Vancouver is about to join the fun!

Get out the oatmeal and liquid latex, ’cause the day of reckoning is nigh!

That’s right! Zombiewalk Vancouver 2005! . . .!

Tentatively Saturday August 27, 3pm
Starting from “somewhere horribly frightening” a horde of living dead will stumble en masse towards Mountain View Cemetery on Fraser St.

The zombie walk will end with a picnic in the graveyard – bring your friends and family and eat them in the park!

There is possibility of a post-apocalypse zombie-jamboree hoe-down to follow.
If you have the inclination to do so, please let me know of your zombie wants, needs, desires and offerings – contributions of ideas, zombie related music/films/performance (preferably from the brains of participating zombies), food (scavenged, hunted, incubated or otherwise), your presence (zombies are only really effective when gathered in
large groups. everyone knows that), general good will, etc.

Pass this on to anyone else you know who might be interested.

More engaging imagery + useful information to follow.

aarrgh,
heather

further reading:
http://www.weeklyworldnews.com/features/politics/61270
http://www.weeklyworldnews.com/features/politics/58975

As well, the Media-splat night has been planned. Friday, July 22nd, 8:30 pm. Bring a short bit of visual media, something you really like, may it be a commercial or a music video of a scene from a film. Whatever. Drop me a line for directions.

I got towels for my birthday. Towels and a t-shirt and some books.

Last night was weird. Legitimately strange moments of recognition occurred at Ross’s birthday BBQ. Not only was Sonny in attendance, the first time I’ve seen him after he left my teenaged self abandoned in the far off wastes of Burnaby approximately seven years ago, apparently I should say hello to the entire readership of GothicBC as this is one of the journals fed through there. Hi! I wasn’t aware that you folk were watching this or that my journal was on any other website. *waves* Pleasure to meet you, I’m sure.

*hides*

Also notable was Steve, the Baron Steffano, being too floridly drunk to call me names, (if anyone has that man’s e-mail address, it would be appreciated, as I don’t know if the one I have from a half decade back still works), and a moment of pure dumbstruck when Tyler arrived and asked who invited me.

Before the BBQ, I had a morning job interview at Rocky Mountain Chocolate. They liked me so much that I apparently get to make my own shift schedule. I start Friday at six-thirty. I think this is going to become a Tuesday and Thursday evening job, honing my retail-ness and chocolate eatery to a knife sharp edge.

I’m trying to be surprised a little at this week, nothing painful has happened, nothing too bad. Everything of note has been uplifting and a turn for the better. I’ve been able to clear every hurdle and land two jobs in the process. I’m embracing this change, though it might be only that the universe is old and had to take a break from screwing me. I imagine an older man taking a cigarette break in front of a television showing war explosions, the heavens outside the window all multi-coloured dust clouds and black suited angels counting grains of sand. Entropy kicking back with a martini, looking over and thinking, “She’s a damned fine gel but I’ll get to her later”. (For some reason, I imagine Entropy as Welsh).

In between the interview and the BBQ, I had a phonecall from circus-folk and lindy hoppers, (an unstoppable team, I suspect), to come join them on their pubcrawl. Mistakingly assuming such people are sane, I called around eleven p.m. from the BBQ only to discover that the crawl went apparently from noon until 6 p.m., early on purpose precisely so they would be drunk all day in preparation for the swing dancing that was to go until five in the morning. I am intensely sorry I could not afford the cover charge. There isn’t an angle from which that doesn’t look like something I would enjoy.

as evinced by

Party Pictures have been made available. Please add tags and names where appropriate, as I have yet to go through these. I’m not even certain which pictures are off of which camera as I have uploaded not only my camera, but Chris’ and Patrick’s.

the collected entries: beth’s description, angus’, and derek’s. rick and an unidentified lump which I suspect to be tristan are still passed out on the floor and tim and chris have gone to the farmers market. I’m going to take this opportunity to have a shower and steal clothes in which I do not look like a hooker.

edit: as Flickr pro accounts have an impressive capability, please send me your pictures of the evening to add to the folder.

Also, Pat is trying to have sex with my shoulder.

As the sky begins drifting into navy blue from black, we have thirteen people still awake. We are the elite? Not just a little hard-core. There’s still dancing, and there’s many puddling people in shoals against Chris’ couches. I have so many incriminating pictures and I’m worried that there may actually be some of me. (or at least me on a table in a very short skirt, which for me is daring, as I don’t believe anyone took pictures when I was pinned against a wall wondering what to do when a boy gnaws on one’s neck. I decided the first step was obviously to put down the scone and after that.. not a clue. I think I need more practice.). I suppose a peruse of Flickr tomorrow will be illuminating for quite a few people. I’ve remained sober the entire time. I might be the only one. However, with dawn arriving, conversation’s spreading like flowers on a vine and most people have sobered up enough to carry intelligent dialogue without slurring.