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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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Lets Swear That We Will... Monday, March 17, 2008 |

find somewhere to go...
In the wake of accepting the job in Nunavut (well, at least accepting in my mind), I've been shopping like a mad person. I've bought a lot of tv dvds that will carry me through some semi-dark nights, as well as the full light ones. If I have insomnia now, I am afraid of what it will look like when I am in a place where the sun doesn't go down for 3 months (June to August). I guess that is to make up for the two months of darkness in the winter months.

More shopping included a gigantic parka, proper winter boots, thermal underwear and a gazillion tshirts to layer up with. The parka. I hate it. It's brown, puffy and reaches to my knees. When I wear it, I feel like a big, brown, puffy Michelin Man. There's nothing for it. I have to wear it. My only consolation is that not a lot of people will see me in it. Yes, my vanity is still alive and strong.

I took this the other day. I'm a passenger.
Lost
We can slip into the fog together and get lost for awhile. It will insulate our noises and sounds. We can relax on a broken log and sip hot coffee, our edges blurred even to each other. It was just a thought.

Speaking of Lost. I'm Lost in Lost. I mean, I've become addicted to the show (note: dvd purchased). And it's a darn good thing I've bought all those dvds. I would be very upset if I had to wait for the 2nd season to come out after watching the finale last night of the 1st season. All in one bite. That's my kind of thing.

So, the fact that I'll be living in the Arctic circle has me thinking of things to do to pass the time. So far, tv is taken care of. I've decided to take my guitar, teach myself to play. Books, maybe some knitting stuff to see if I can figure that out on my own. Other than that, I can't think of anything....

I can tell you of the things I will miss. Summer shoes. Fresh fruit. Fresh vegatables. Chinese food. All night convenience stores. Driving. Gin and Tonics on the front porch. My nephews. My sisters. Wearing a tshirt and jeans while out shooting pictures.

But, then I remind myself this is for a better cause then some summer flip flops.

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Champagne Gish Friday, December 14, 2007 |

Ok, ok granted. The last was not much of an entry. But in all seriousness I was impressed with how tasty the champagne turned out to be. I never cared for it before, too fizzy and mostly too sweet. Has no one heard of a dry wine before?? Or a dry drink, for that matter.

Which brings to mind my adventure a couple of weeks ago when I decided to try a plate of poutine in a little restaurant in a nearby town. In a spur of the moment thing, I decide that I am going to have a drink. But first let me explain; when it comes alcohol I am either in one of two states *when* I am on Manitoulin Island. I am either on a quest for alcohol or I hardly drink at all. So, the fact that I have decided to have A drink is odd in that I have not decided to have SEVERAL drinks.

In any event, I decide to have a drink. Drink? Of course I choose a Gin & Tonic. I just have to check one thing: what kind of Gin is it? I asked the waitress. She grudgingly goes back to check. When she returns she tells me it’s Bicardi.

In my head: Since when has Bicardi made Gin.

So I say, oh, well ok then. I will have a Gin & Tonic. I figure that if anything, I will at least have achieved one of my many missions in life.

Then she shatters all of my expectations.

“We ain’t got no tonic”, she says.

And you wonder why I choose to drink a bottle of champagne to myself most evenings. Ok, the two evenings.

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