Seattle,
The art musuem with a '52 Martin (she destroyed everything before '60, or almost everything) a wonderful de Kooning with Krasner pink colours, a Burra, a Pierson I have wanted to see forever, and which I will write up later, a huge collection of African masls, including a small crucifix from this century that came from Kenya- it heartened me in some ways and made me think of cultures pillaging others, a few Benin ivory minitures, a decent north-west collection, some Celadon from the Song dyansty, a large terra cotta Tang horse, a rare cyclopean figure, Cornell boxes, the Worjancwiz text piece i have seen in repro for years, a v. ugly collection of Georgian silver, a series of sculptures carved from human bone, some late Egyptian religious pieces, and many more, a v. good collection closer to Kimballs culling then the Mets pilling.

Went to Left Bank Books, which reminded me of the far left labour tradition the town was known for, Confunded Books with some local 'zines and comix, Bahaus coffee shop with a show of half pop, half folk work inspired by Johnny Cash (foot by foot paintings of stars, targets, guns,cash for 100-large potratits and combos of these themes for more), a landform camera for 25 bucks from a hip modernist store (no i didnt get it, had 15 on me, FUCKSOCKS)

Vancouver
SFU went with a few snags, maybe there in Jan. or Sept. 2004, had an Anges Martin drawing- told him pretty and gave him the year- he was impressed.

Xtra West was a fucking disaster, gay vs queer and i didnt get the job.

Fish and chicken and potato salad and half a bottle of a v. good Merlot, conversation and gossip and amusement with Pat's realtions. A bit gender normed and his uncle kept talking about pretty girlz which was awkard at best, but eh, what do you do?

Also explained Erasmus to his 13 yr old cousin so maybe i am better at this than i thot i was.

Drag show and Buds at the Dufferin, which is what the Royal was. ie. a dive where suburban sweater queens, leather bears, trannies, uni type, working colass faggots, cute dykes all congerate-the show was really traditional, and i got up on stage and dirty jokes were made on my behalf.

2 am got home, up at 11 am.

Bryan and i are shorter with each other, less patient. Vancouver is my city, the place where i escape from Edmonton.
It's weird to have it follow me. (we have had brilliant converastions on EU, cities, Canuck politics, queer theory, aesthics, Africa, Pax Americana, etc, etc. so it has been good, and i think he and i are rubbing off on each other, its just we need a break which is what the trip to the States will be about, 2 weeks away from both of them when we haven't really spent a day apart for months, it will be weird).

Shrinks appt. when we get home, hmm.

Need to write two poems
one on the car
and one on kumqauts and choco milk.

Submit writing also the week when i get home.