Happy Colonizer day! I celebrated with a marathon gig at a community center, which was challenging, but well worth the effort. Thank the goddess for fantastic programming directors and energetic volunteers.
We went to The Main for supper, and I had 3 "Colonizer" cocktails with gin, Ginger of Indies and lime. Bloody Good. Sometimes you just gotta get plastered. I earned it! Long live the calamari dinner, Bob Dylan on the speakers, and memories of the University of Sask.
I have a few days off to do a good housecleaning and prepare for the gigs to come. I've been watching early episodes of M15. Funny to watch them in light of all this Russian spy business in the USA that's popped up of late. Cold war redux. Love it. The later seasons are so much more polished. Ridiculously so.
Been thinking lots about this community artist label and what it's all about. I have had some challenges on that front of late, and need to do some soul searching.
Very frustrated and angry about my son's report card. He can read at an adult level (and has for at least two years now) and somehow this was overlooked. Fucking lameass teachers. He uses words in his vocabulary that they didn't even understand. Same goes for visual literacy. He draws a technically perfect view of an object from a POV they don't see and so they dock marks. Ridiculous. Anyway, he is learning the vulnerability and shortfalls of the adult world. Bless him.
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