Here I am, fucking wasted on caffeine and no real commitments. My foreman (if you can call him that) called me this morning to tell me this latice we’ve been waiting on to finish this fence is still not ready, so he’ll call me when it is. I got up at 7am, checked my email while I waited for my morning wood to depart so I could walk to the washroom without shame. Looking in my fridge I noticed that I had’t used any of my dozen free range eggs I bought last week. They are about double the price of ordinary Lucerne eggs but they taste 4 times better. But it’s mostly to ease my conscience when I’m eating eggs. I’d rather think that I am contributing to better living conditions for a fucking disgusting and hideous animal (I’m talking about chickens) than having to think about the same fucking disgusting and hideous animal in cramped shit-lined no-beaked cages. It’s the better of two hideousities. So I made french toast, topped with mango yogurt and syrup. I always thought cooking was such a waste of time. That it was a pointless thing to waste time, money and effort on. But I guess I found the point, the point being that I feel so much better when I eat, even better when I eat good food and even better better when I eat good food that I’ve made. After eating french toast I decided to slam a really strong cup of coffee to get primed for hard physical labour. No sooner had I finished that cup of coffee then my boss (previously referred to as ‘foreman’) called to tell me the aformentioned news. After getting off the phone I really wished I had stayed up late last night and slept in this morning. But now it’s 8:30am and I’m wide awake, so i might as well stay up and make the best of this day. Afterall, god doesn’t like to be fucked around with and I already prayed to be made of maximum service so I should probably do my part and get on that.
I have a piece in a show this Saturday night at El Kartel, on Robson between Thurlow and Burrard. The show is called ‘Art & Soul’. It’s a shoe show. Each of the 30 artists were given a pair of PF Flyers (shoes) and we painted them and they are all going up for auction. See you there, or not.
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