Notes To Myself

yup, stuff happens:

eo — Sun, 11 Mar 2007 00:38:01 GMT

burnt.normal stuff happens: LIFE DRAWING wed, march 14th 7pm--bring materials live model, 5 bones ongoing, every 2n wed. CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS 50 dollar fool show we're looking for small art & fine craft under 50 bucks to include in the show. incredible afterparty opening masquerade april 31st, 7pm show will run for one week CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS film night wanted: interesting, weird, bizarre, erotic, offensive, intellectual, profane, hilarious and/or fantastically great short films. event to be held on tuesday april 3rd, 7pm REGULAR HOURS wed-sun, 12-6 pm currently showing: peripheral visions found art/ mixed media and paint by Virgil Muir & Maryse Arseneault burnt.normal 2548 gottingen babycowlickedme@hotmail.com (902) 425-8442

Peripheral Visisions...

eo — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 01:10:29 GMT

Was a grand success! North End loveliness and grace all around. Thanks to Virgil and Maryse for their amazing and inspiring works of art. The show will remain until the 24th of March, so if you're in the neighbourhood of North and Gottingen, please stop in during our opening hours: Wednesday to Sunday 12-6. Virgil and Maryse's paintings, dolls by Virgil, and as always, a healthy selection of gorgeous wood-fired pottery by Lee Horus Clark, and moi: Eo Norris. Let's not forget the gorgeous glass sculptures by Jennifer MackLem. Ah! and let's not forget drop-in life drawing on the 14th of March, 7pm. 2548 Gottingen Street. All welcome, bring your own supplies.

life and times in the north end

eo — Fri, 23 Feb 2007 23:34:48 GMT

ah, winter, poverty, a paucity of optimism. We manage, do we not, Haligonians? The north end provides. We abide. It's supposed to get warmer sometime this year. Sigh.

we are opening!

eo — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 19:03:50 GMT

We are pleased to announce the grand vernissage of burnt.normal, a new gallery in the North end located in the Leo Fultz heritage house, featuring art, fine craft and generally good booty just in time for holiday gift-giving. The bash for our first show, entitled “Whiskey” will take place tonight, December 7th from 7pm onward and will feature exquisite wood-fired pottery by local artist Lee Horus Clark, drawings by Jesse Jacobs, paintings by Eo Norris, and spontaneous music by Andy March and friends. All work Jesus-approved, Satan-resistant and 100% good. Come, eat, drink, be merry. Buy a whisky cup, drink a dram. Burnt.normal: 2548 Gottingen Street. regular December hours: Tuesday to Sunday, 12-6pm. Or by Appointment. 425-8442.

minus twenty-five with the wind chill

eo — Thu, 02 Mar 2006 13:55:30 GMT

hey that's my age I'm thinking about real estate syncopation I'm doing homework finally piano practise moderation

the eternal later

eo — Fri, 17 Feb 2006 15:07:54 GMT

Every second day sucks. The day after the sucky day, I'm happy and hopeful and I resolve to be productive--recovery from the sucky day. And then the next day sucks again. The only constant is coffee and horoscope reading and dish washing. Today is the sucky day. Looking forward to tomorrow. Going back to bed.

how do I love thee?

eo — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 23:52:49 GMT

Love, no less than hate, is a phenomenon of cowardice, an easy way out: in hate, we externalize and transfer on to the other the evil that dwells in ourselves, thereby avoiding any confrontation with it; whereas in love, instead of taking pains to realize our spiritual essence, we project this essence upon the other as an already realized state of being. On this account, love is cowardly and treacherous not only in relationship to man himself but also, and above all, in relationship to its object--it utterly disregards the object's (woman's) true nature, and uses it onnly as a kind of empty projection screen. Where does woman's beauty come from? How can she function as an object of purely spiritual love?...The nature of woman's beauty is 'performative'--that is to say, it is man's love that creates woman's beauty. Love always conceals the motive for sexual intercourse: woman is never capable of pure, disinterested admiration of the beloved person. For a woman, the idea of coitus is the only way to overcome her egoism, the only ethical idea available to her--'ethical' in the sense of expressing an ideal towards which woman strives irrespsective of her particular 'pathological' interest. Love and desire are two unlike, mutually exclusive, opposing conditions, and during the time a man really loves, the thought of physical union with the object of his love is insupportable...The more erotic a man is the less he will be troubled with his sexuality, and vice versa...there is only 'platonic' love, because any other so-called love belongs to the kingdom of the senses. --Slavoj Zizek

the other beautiful sis

eo — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 23:39:19 GMT

hanging at Maynard Heights

eo — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 23:14:07 GMT

and on top of it all, he has a lovely singing voice

the air is

eo — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 03:49:47 GMT

getting colder. I bought a dress covered in hearts. I'm in love. Love is real! Love is strange. Home, home on the range. Hello Halifax, Hello world! trying trying trying to behave myself.

my horoscope

eo — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 05:35:31 GMT

had some inspiring messages this week. Messages about actually working a task to completion. The realization of impending failure is a motivating factor only at the very last possible moment. Imagine what I could achieve if I put some effort into my endeavours. Same old story. So I went ahead and achieved this evening. Article almost done. School to go. Kids, relationships ongoing. Fingers crossed.

I'm a bit

eo — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 19:06:04 GMT

sick today. Went to bed last night at midnight, couldn't sleep till four am for coughing and hacking. Quiet day today. Cedar is reading after having finished a couple of abstract renderings of batman. Little brother napping. Gray outside.

Jesse's ghost

eo — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 13:23:09 GMT

gorgeous Alison in slo mo

eo — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 13:21:11 GMT

imagine a tree

eo — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 13:19:38 GMT

the colour of things on fire. Hantsport is the prettiest little town in the Annapolis Valley. It was a perfect tree for a perfect day. We drove, on a bit of a deadline, through Hantsport, then Wolfville, then Port Williams, Canning, up to the Blomidon Look-off. Good tunes, good times. The weather was immaculate as my librarian friend would say. As it got dark, I got sadder and sadder. Leaves change, things turn, colours fade. Life is so fucking beautiful.

girl scout and chimney sweep

eo — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 13:10:33 GMT

Set out for a Hallowe'en adventure. Plenty of merriment, plenty of debauchery. Some tragedy, a tinge of betrayal. Oh hell, mean streaks, passive aggressions. Ghoulish fun.

Alain, born fruit-carver

eo — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 13:05:48 GMT

my boy at the Saturday market

eo — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 13:02:04 GMT

the saturday market, Halifax, NS

eo — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 12:58:16 GMT

Hi mum,

eo — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 02:53:47 GMT

yeah, I've been super-busy. I wrote another article for the Coast. On the Halifax bid for the Commonwealth Olympics. Boring. Apparently I'm their new sports reporter. God. Anyway, it's really nice to have the job, nonetheless. The editor got in touch with me the day before she needed the article, and I pulled through. I suppose I never take more than a day to do whatever assignment I'm supposed to do anyway, so it all works out...work ethic, hello. Mum, I've been partying so hard. Safely, but hard. So many parties, so many shows, so many boys, so many girls. Good gracious. It's almost unholy. I'm having a lot of fun though, so it's all good. I feel really really bad about not visiting Alex on her birthday, as was my plan. I told you about the car, the tow yard etc. Debacle. Anyway, Alex doesn't have a phone, so even though I wanted to call her, I could not. My car is free and I'm going to sell it soon, but I'd really like to make it out to visit my sis. Alison is leaving on Tuesday, and she's been encouraging me to subtly make friends with my baby sister. We (Alex and I) actually had a good conversation on the phone a little while ago. I'm looking forward to hanging out with her. I ran into Britta Fluevog twice yesterday. So weird. Halifax is that kind of town. We're going to carve pumpkins and get costumes together and go tricker-treating in our hood tomorrow. Ivar's going to come over and hang out too. Despite the fact that he's bitter and depressed. No wonder. I took a day-trip to the Annapolis Valley today--with Nicky, Alison and [my boyfriend] Colin today. It was sublime. The weather was utterly gorgeous--sun, red, yellow, orange leaves, good music in the car. We drove through Hantsport, saw our old house, through Wolfville, up to the Blomidon look-off which is this incredible view, absolutely beautiful. Nostalgic. I get what Ivar is going through. But I'm pretty happy [sad] nevertheless. Nicky has been amazing. Helping out with the kids no end. We're trying to find a new roommate because Alison is taking off. I'm working for The Grainery, the food co-op. Not really working, but I'm a co-op member which means that in exchange for a few hours of work every month, I get a huge discount on organic food. It's a neat organization. They have a store just up the street from us, as well as a stall at the farmer's market which happens every Saturday. It's amazing. It's held in the old Keith's Brewery building and everyone who's anyonw (let me tell you) shops for groceries there every week. All local, all pristine food. We've been eating so well. Anyway, I go there every week, so I though I might as well work there. It was fun. I had a shift with a woman called Roseanne who is about your age, two teenaged kids, really interesting. It just so happens that she also goes to the same church as me, this incredibly high, austere Anglican church half a block from our house, St. George's. I actually just got back from a Compline service tonight. Thirty minutes of the most blissful gregorian choral music one could ever experience. I took Jesse with me who is Colin's death-metal rocker roommate (who I've forced to be my friend)--he loved it. Very gothic. St. George's is pretty much the church of my dreams. Not touchy-feely in any way, but still a strong community and massive, absolutely massive, outreach projects. They have a soup kitchen every day, and a great great youth program for this troubled north-end, primarliy black, primarliy social housing community. The YMCA thing is working out. The kids and I go pretty much every day, and they play with their new friends for two hours while I [try to] do homework. School will be fine. I'm really glad I quit the play. It was awful, even more so in hindsight. I'm not an actress. Sigh. Relief. I'm also taking guitar lessons and I've been writing lots of songs. Blah. Ok. Gotta go. I love you, I miss you, I'll probably be back for Christmas, depends on student loan etc. Cedar and Kristjan are happy, well-adjusted. Gretchen lives next door to Ivar and she is the volunteer coordinator for The Grainery as well as being one of the many people that I see every time I go to one of the cool indie-rock shows. Her boyfriend is the son of Colin's Philosophy Professor at St. Mary's University, where he is a philosophy major. It's all very incestuous. Ivar finally met Colin a couple of days ago at Morgan, Gretchen's daughter's birthday party (year younger than Cedar) and when we had to go, Ivar wished Colin 'good luck', pointedly. Hmm. Sharper than I thought. I'm trying to understatedly hook Ivar up with a social scene. It's hard when you're depressed. He got the door on his shed completed though, so that's a step in the right direction. Ok. well, much love. I'll call soon. Yolande

I've lost

eo — Mon, 24 Oct 2005 06:24:09 GMT

my moral compass. My capacity for bad decision-making is astounding. Car bombs, bad house vibes, cold sweat, anxiety, unhealthy habits, roommates, friends, lovers. Alain knows how to carve fruit, and for that, I'm thankful. Alison is already almost gone. I read a letter addressed to someone else, I slept in a doorway, I see the same people everywhere I go and lately I'm displeased. No one behaves with dignity. I'll be volunteering for the Grainery @ farmer's market on Saturdays. Let's all give back to the community. This town is too small for my self-defeating and ridiculous behaviour to go unnoticed. Discretion my new watchword.

I am at

eo — Sun, 09 Oct 2005 14:52:48 GMT

a loss. I have work to do, but no will to work. All I want to do is play the piano, but it makes me feel guilty to play. Practise! The intense socialising is interesting. But the intrigue seems to be rich loam for depression and anxiety. I have to learn my lines. Did I mention I got the part of Estelle in a production of No Exit? We saw Gypsysonic at Ginger's the other night. Dancing was fun. Swing jazz in a small space. I wore my wedding dress. Tweed. I found out that the Y offers childcare for two hours every day. Two hours! The homework/writing/working-out possibilities are endless. Actually, two hours long, but that sounds mighty luxurious to me.

it has been

eo — Fri, 07 Oct 2005 01:09:24 GMT

a sad day for me. Ego is very bruised, bereft etc. No wedding. But new things are brewing. Radio show? More people need Volapuk. And I need another pitch for The Coast. They paid me! How incredible is that!?

Some days

eo — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 22:47:42 GMT

womanhood sucks. Moontime headache, nausea, vomiting... I feel like shit and yet there are so many things to do, people to get to know better.

my firstborn

eo — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 03:06:08 GMT