Friday, October 24, 2014

wwfs (what would freud say?)

i love cillian murphy. he has the most GORGEOUS blue eyes in the universe. and he's irish, which for me is the icing on the cake, because i love irish men. plus he's an amazing actor...here he is, shown in a contemplative/murderous mood in the show 'peaky blinders'. which leads me to this...

why am i drawn to violent/bloody/storylines about fucked-up psycopaths?

my television viewing this fall is comprised of the following...

1. peaky blinders murderous and criminal goings-on of a post WW1, psycopathic birmingham family. the sets are hades incarnate, the men all have weird/creepy haircuts...and arthur is a COCAINE-FUELLED LUNATIC...

2. ray donovan murderous and criminal goings-on of a displaced boston irish-catholic family in hollywood. jon voight is superb. as is liev schreiber, playing the psychopathic ray.

3. manhattan murderous and criminal goings-on of brainiac physicists attempting to invent the atomic bomb in secret. robert oppenheimer is uber-creepy...charlie isaacs is my dream geek.

4. supernatural murderous and criminal goings-on of angels, demons and demon-hunters attempting to save/destroy the world. the winchester brothers are awesomely sexy in their plaid shirts and carhartt jackets...plus it's filmed in vancouver, y'all, which is my hometown.

5. intruders murderous and criminal goings-on of dead people coming back to life and hijacking people's bodies to live in. also filmed in vancouver (masquerading as seattle, where it rains a lot, and is super depressing.)

6. american horror story: freak show murderous and criminal goings-on of a clown! plus a guy with flipper hands! yowza! jessica lange is rivetting. this show totally freaks me out...

7. the bridge murderous and criminal goings-on of everyone, in this american version of the danish/swedish show of the same name. this series is SO gory i cannot eat dinner whilst watching. diane krueger is great as the asperger's-suffering el paso police detective...demian bichir needs to stop whispering in that damn annoying husky voice (who talks that way ffs?); matthew lillard rocks. and kudos to franka potente who has come a long way since jason bourne's sweet girlfriend... 

8. hell on wheels murderous and criminal goings-on of adventurers attempting to build a railway to the pacific ocean (which in, retrospect, must have been one fuck of a trip). anson mount, as cullen bohannon, still has my heart...

so, what would freud say? i really don't give a damn...

Friday, October 3, 2014

in memorium




the world is a lesser place after the sudden death of canadian freestyle and extreme skier JP Auclair. on september 29, 2014, he died in an avalanche in Patagonia, doing what he loved best. everyone in the ski community is terribly saddened by his loss: our hearts go out to his family and friends.

i featured this delightful video of Auclair, freestyling through some bc ski towns that I know and love. i have since moved back to one of those towns featured on the video: i live next door to the flat-roofed house 'twenty two sixty' shown in the beginning footage.  

please enjoy.

RIP JP. au revoir.

Monday, September 22, 2014

this is not Winnie-the-pooh



I arrived home at lunch to find this black bear (some black bears are brown - that's just the way it is in the bear world) literally 10 feet away from me (I was in the house at this point, and looking out my kitchen window - bears scare the shit out of me because they are HUGE and I am a little person. I'm always astounded at tourists who GET OUT OF THEIR VEHICLES for an up close and personal photograph of one of these beasts.) anywho, the bear had just demolished the garbage of the downstairs tenants (see September 21st post for my thoughts on that couple) and had moved on to the plum tree. In a flash he had skeedaddled to the top of the tree for a few sweet morsels of fruit. Despite his size (about 300 bulky pounds of fur and head and teeth and claws) he was remarkably agile, which is why one never climbs a tree to escape a black bear. he'll get there first and have his bib on, waiting for you...

Sunday, September 21, 2014

my wild imagination...and curried lentils

i have an overactive imagination, a situation which is both good and bad. for instance, it's great when i need to write a blogpost, but bad when i let my imagination run amok. take my thoughts on the downstairs tenants: i live in a former guest-house; my digs are on the expansive second floor, with huge rooms, great views and a deck large enough to host a dance-party; the tenants, a young couple, and a single woman, live downstairs in tiny, one-room flats, with a crappy hot-plate and a toaster oven each. i don't know how the couple does it - in such close quarters, with absolutely nowhere to escape for a little breathing room, i would get all stabby if i were her. the single woman, works as a border-crossing guard, and uses the flat as a bolt-hole after night shift, because she lives in another town 45 minutes away, and doesn't want to die in a fiery car-wreck when she falls asleep at the wheel. besides, it's easier to crash here after a few beers, which i'm sure she must need after dealing with carloads of crazy canadian girls returning from boozy shopping weekends in spokane (omigod, everything's SOOOO CHEAP in spokane, but NO we don't have anything to declare, officer...) and endlessly explaining to rv-loads of american tourists why they can't bring their glocks across the border .

so where does the overactive part come in? well, my imagination has convinced me that the guy downstairs is a drug-dealer: a) he doesn't have a job b) he's off on frequent short trips in his truck (this is a small town folks, he could walk everywhere in 10 minutes TOPS, but it's easier to make a lot of drug deals when you drive, non? besides, passing off an eight-ball is more discreet in a truck than standing on main street) c) he rented the flat through kijiji d) and he spends afternoons strumming his guitar and croaking out horrible renditions of red hot chili peppers songs. further mind exaggeration: i also thought that he murdered his girlfriend shortly after they moved in, because who buggers off at 11:30 at night after yelling and banging and crashing around, and leaves their flat looking like a hurricane blew through it, and with a light on, and the bed stripped of its sheets? (yeah, i peeked in their window, because i figured if she was dead down there i ought to notify the cops before her body started decomposing in the summer heat - stop judging). anywho, turns out they just went off on a weekend camping trip.

my latest theory is that they're heroin addicts, going cold turkey...every morning, for about an hour, they both cough and cough and cough, and then retch endlessly, and then there is silence. until they drag themselves to consciousness about 2 in the afternoon, and then cough and retch again. (the sound-proofing in this place is NON-EXISTANT, if you get my drift...)

but maybe they just both have a bad cold...and are malnourished from a hot-plate diet of toast, and mac and cheese, and spahetti o's.

so, this is a recipe for those crazy kids downstairs - nourishing red curried lentils, made entirely in a crock-pot. perhaps the neighbourly thing to do would be to make them a batch, and include the recipe. because i'm sure, in their spare time, they don't read blogs written by crazy women...

vegan red curry puy de lentilles made entirely in a crockpot
(adapted from a pinch of yum)

i used organic...use when you can. makes enough for 4.

what you need
2 c french lentils (these keep their shape and don't go mushy after 6 hours of cooking)
2 large shallots, chopped
5 cloves of garlic, chopped
3 T earth's balance
2 T maple syrup or honey
1 24 oz. jar of passata (italian tomato purée)
2 T red thai curry paste
1 tsp cayenne pepper
2 T garam masala
1 T tumeric
1 tsp salt (or to taste)
1  organic veggie bouillon cube 
1/2 - 3/4 c coconut milk
cilantro for garnish
water

how to do it 
put everything except the coconut milk and cilantro in the crockpot.  add 1 passata jar of water and stir to combine. cover and cook on high heat for 4-5 hours, until lentils are tender, but still be firm to the bite. check periodically to make sure the lentils are not drying out - add some more water if they are. (this curry fills your house with an absolutely divine aroma...i had to close my kitchen door at hour 3, so's not to attract the bears. a woman in a nearby town recently had a black bear in her kitchen, devouring a batch of chocolate chip cookies. true story.) stir in coconut milk and serve in individual bowls with cilantro, and garlic naan bread (or brown basmati rice if you prefer). add an ice-cold beer to temper the heat, and bob's your uncle...