locked.rusted.abandoned.
i used to do a lot of photography. i've slowed down quite a bit because of my design endeavors. over the summer, i've been thinking a lot about starting again. here are some recent shots.


your thoughts?

/dr.

ragged ass tom.
and the winner of the +100 dylan points for the ragged ass road contest goes toooooo (insert drum roll here). JEN! you may redeem your dylan points in yellowknife.

/dr.

ps. i have no ps. today.
pss. oH! i guess that was a ps.

how i get through a long day.
my friend jen, recently made a post about those cheesy tropical island desktop backgrounds. the post was about how these fantasy images are like a portal that can take you from your soul-sucking office to a happy place. go read it now if you're intrigued. but please come back.

while i don't have a picture of myself drinking a corona on a beach in mexico as my background, i do have my own method of dealing with stress at work. let me explain to you my reasoning before i tell you what i do. my brother is the program co-ordinator at an old folks home here in YK. every couple weeks they have a "dog therapy day". so they bring dogs into the home because dogs make people happy.

so when i can't get a concept nailed, or i can't think straight, i head over to cute overload dot com and look at the kitties and bunnies. it's really lame, but it does make me happy. it's actually boarderline embarassing. yesterday i started giggling in my office. here are some of my favorite cheer-er-uppers:


it's hard to tell because of the angle, but those bunnies in the last picture are really big! which intrigued me to find a really really big bunny. i found this guy!
just look at that him! he's soooooo cool. don't you just want to hug him!? and he's real! so now, whenever i get stressed out, i make up a story with this guy as the lead character.

for example. imagine coming over to my apartment to watch a movie with bunch of friends. all of a sudden this guy casually romps into the room chomping on a bundle of carrots. and at first you think, "cool! dylan got a dog...and then you take a closer look...and you think....NOOOOooooooo...that's an ENORMOUS bunny."

i asked age if she would let me have a bunny like this some day. she told me i couldn't because the big guy would be so disgruntled from such a traumatic childhood...or bunnyhood...that he would probably eat someone. plus he would stomp all over the furniture and probably break the couch.

it's ok little guy, i'll be your friend.

love,
/dr.

ps. that bunny DID make your day though right? common!
pss. my mom thinks i'm losing my marbles.

punk'd
i'm pretty sure the readers of this blog are sick and tired of yellowknife stories and facts, but i have another one. what can i say, i'm at home and almost as bored as lisa.

here are the top 2 stolen street signs in yellowknife (and if i had a bit more jam and a little less ethics, i'd have one of each for my new apartment):
lois lane. ya know...like superman...tough crowd eh? eek! ok this one is better. i promise.
that's seriously the name of the street. the signs were stolen so often that the city fastened the street signs to the homes of everyone who lives on ragged ass road (now there are more signs to steal). legend has it that a small group of early yellowknifers were sitting around thinking of a name for their street, when one guy piped and said, "well we're ragged ass poor, lets call it ragged ass road". makes sense.

also, 100 dylan points goes to the individual who can name the canadian musician who named their album after ragged-ass road. WAIT! STOP! i know half of you already have G-O-O-G-L typed in your address bar. but if you cheat you get -100 dylan points. guess if you have no idea. humor me.

/dr.

hell can't touch god's grace...and camping.

my weekend started with a chemical burn.

that's my back. it's one of the worst burns i've ever felt. i'd rather turn the stove up to ten and press my face against the element. well maybe not. but it was excruciating. i have a bad back. part of it is genetics and part of it is stupidity from my youth. so my mom put some lakota heat stuff (kinda like A535 or deep heat or whatever you put on sore muscles). 30 seconds after she put it on it started to burn like hell. ten minutes after that, i was lying face down on the floor talking to a nurse on the phone while my brother and parents took turns pressing cold cloths and ice packs to my pack. i closed my eyes and all i could image was my back looking like a picture of fire burn victim that you would find in a medical text book. 40 minutes later the picture was taken, which is why it doesn't look THAT bad. it sucked. i almost passed out.

on a more positive note, i went camping this weekend with my family. here are some highlights.

we started off hiking to cameron falls. it's one of my favorite places in YK. here's a picture of me, j-unit (my sister-in-law) and jo-nads (older bro).
after the hike, we headed to reid lake (camping site) where we hung out, laughed, bonded, ate some bannock and chili and went canoeing. here's j-unit and i rockin' the paddles in the boat.

then we packed up and left. i included this last picture because it's a good one of b-roy (aka pop star) and I.
and that was my weekend.

love,
/dr.

ps. if you would be ever so kind to give me a massage, so i'll never have to endure that awful burning pain ever again, leave me a comment and i'll book an appointment. thanks.

i met this girl with the holy ghost,
she turned me on to the clash.

those of you who know me well, have heard me mention a band called the vigilantes of love. the band is basically one guy from atlanta georgia who never has money to record his music, but some how ends up cranking out amazing record after amazing record (for his last album, he asked his fans to pre-order the cd so he can afford to go into the studio). he's one of those rare/great "christian" musicians, even though his cds have been tossed out of the "christian" book stores a few times. i got one of the newer albums from my brother this summer. here are the lyrics from one of the songs that are on repeat in my head.

kidz on drugz (or life)

i dunno if the kid's on drugs or life
why should that come as a shock
life hasn't fallen out just quite
in those neat suburban boxes

and i wonder about the conversations that you're having
you know the ones with yourself
where you feel like a failure yeah and you're losing heart
and that race has barely gotten started
and you wanna ask God about things like cancer
but you don't think that you'll get much of an answer
i hope you will find and i pray you will see
all the joy that your life brings to me

and the baggage that we all carry around
has this way of dragging you down

and there is no map for this growing up
it's just a street through a town called weird
and you never do feel like you'll arrive
with a destination so unclear
ah but i met this girl with the Holy Ghost
hey she turned me onto the Clash
we made love all night long to Love Tractor and Pylon
but in the morning we played Johnny Cash

and it really shouldn't be so hard
to get yourself free
but with all these lines in the sand and love with its strings
God fear is such a funny thing
I dunno if the kid's on drugs or life
maybe it's a little of both
i know love has this way of holding the day
like that girl with the Holy Ghost

/dr.

ps. you should check this band out. and if i've already got you to check them out and you didn't like them the first time, check em' out again. :)

yellowknife is build on a 10,000 carat diamond.

that's the impression you get as soon as you check out real-estate in this area. you pay insane prices for a trailer. no i'm serious. infact, half of YK is a trailer park. there's practically no lumber in YK because it's technically a desert. which means building a house is maga-expensive. so people ship up homes on transports from alberta and then assemble them here.

and if you think the condo market in toronto is bad, check this out:

ahahaha. it's hard to read. but that's a "condos for sale" sign. it looks like some kids crappy 2nd grade presentation booth at a science fair. i have to get a close up for you because it's just THAT awesome:

there ya go! condos for sale! won't you just look at that. hand-written and everything. they even managed to pull the "oops we forgot to add our phone number to our sign...we'll just tack it on later" trick. what a gongshow.

and i know you may be thinking that the owner probably doesn't have the extra cash to spend on a nice sign. but wait! see those condos in the back? those are the condos. and they're flying off the market at a wopping $210,000 a pop! if you don't believe me, give the guy a call. the number is right on the sign.

/dr.

haha troublesome.

the studio eleven dining room had discussion about all sharing our baby and kid pictures awhile back. i often forget that most of my friends, have never seen me in me during my childhood days. lisa posted a picture of her as a kid a few entries back. my older brother recently did the same thing. it started to cause a ruckus, so i decided to do the same. i always like a good ruckus.

so here are the royal boys. joey is in the middle. he actually wants his picture taken. he's 3 year older than me and my twin bro ryan. I'm the one on the left who is far more interested in playing with whatever toy happens to be on the carpet. which makes ryan the kid who is chewing on whatever is under his fingernail at the time.

shizzam (my mom, we all have ridiculous nicknames) has her boys all decked out in these HUGE 3" pins which are totally awesome. my pin says, "i'm a twin". ryan's pin says, "i'm his twin" and joey's pin says, "i'm have twin brothers". shizzam is a pround of her boys.

/dr.

ps. i would rock that pin if i still had it.

some dick stole my bike.
it's just the way it sounds. i ride my dad's bike to work everyday so i don't get all fat over the summer. i go outside after work to bike home and all i find is my lock. broken. and on the ground. i'm pissed. you don't want to be dylan's friend when he's pissed. believe me. i don't want to be dylan's friend when he's pissed. so now i'm waiting for someone to get home so i can call them to pick me up at work. ahhhhh asadsowef/f@ckwhoifhfdsahjsadjkew

/dr.

throwing myself off a cliff.

it's not a poetic metaphor. it's what i did yesterday. a friend and i heard that there are some cliffs to jump off. and i remember seeing some kids cliff jumping last summer. so we decided to check it out. i had expectations of some nice 50 foot cliffs because yellowknife is pretty much one big rock in the middle of nowhere. but the cliffs were really small. so we jumped for awhile and then went home. it was good to be in the water. i've hardly been swimming all summer. here are some videos of the event:





/dr.

the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...
i was at work late last night because i was transfering my files from my imac to my new laptop. yup that's right folks, i finally got my new macbook! i also got a new 30gig ipod video. woot woot! anyway, on the way home my brother and i noticed smoke...and a lot of it. this is what we find:


that right there is st. joseph's public school...and it's on fire. it was the main attraction in yellowknife. you should have seen the streets, they were filled with people. it was nuts! just look at the people there in the playing field, they're all having a hay day. some were gathered untill like 2 in the morning just watching the thing burn. anyway, i drove past it again this morning and found the school like this:


which really sucks, cause my mom works at the school...and she's on holidays right now...so she doesn't really even know that her school burned down. i should probably write her an e-mail.

in other news. it's a long weekend! let the fun begin.

/dr.

ps. supposedly that was the handy work of an arson...jackass