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UNLIKE THE GLOBE AND THE POST I PUBLISH ON SUNDAY
it is no wonder that clarence thomas is against affirmative action being a product of it he knows first hand the problems of hiring someone woefully under qualified for the position to which they are hired.

up before chris and heidi - whose magazine was highlighted in the saturday globe - to work on the website. i had done little on that. i have also done nothing yet preparing my intro to digital class in the autumn - don't care. the days have been full and haven't had the time. finished a good chunk and was going to head to chapters to look in the go live book to see if and how to convert everything to s.f.t.p.

when they awoke and had the amount of coffee needed and morning small talk, we had a walk about pouch. passed harold's place, the would be compound - the lower door open and ironically a u.s. flag flying - well cannot have everything. elke was busy with her bed and breakfast as people were coming and going. two ontarians stopped to ask where it was.

mauzy again the sky was flirting with rain, passed a walker who said she was searching for the sun. even with the drizzle and the haze walked up connor's hill to get a panorama of pouch. climbing we passed the woman, now at home, raking hr garden, who said that she had checked over there and the sum wasn't there either. that warranted a picture.

this time i have calmed down a bit in my discipline of photographing people. mainly because i don't want to have people running everything i arrive. it has also changed as i run into people more and more. i'm turning into the nan golden of newfoundland. people are hanging around a bit longer. malcolm and shelly, chris and heidi. they aren't any more definitive or decisive, they don't work better as portraits , there are just a more subtle.

descended noseworthy's hill headed over to look at the school then the studio to see it the person from queen's university was up to invite her for breakfast. she must have bonded with the people upstairs as no one was at home.

speaking of schools, again i don't know what the silver knight of the 'tute does when he promotes the school but yet another person who when hearing where i work hasn't a clue. i haven't been talking to the retired cod fishermen but to artists both from here and here meaning the ontarians who have gone to art school - o.c.a. etc. - and the states and so far only one person has heard of the school. so much for the best art school in north america, and their crackerjack recruiting drive.


chris made a few snaps of the pipe house and the rocks to the south, i made a few snaps of him and headed back via bruce's to buy eggs and juice for breakfast which was a frittata made from last night's pad thai. passing the town hall showed them the spot of the drownings.

saw them off they were heading to salvage to camp as they made their way across the island up the great northern to the ferry to set foot in labrador. try to keep the envy down.

i headed into st. john's with the rest of the wine, a bag of coffee for angela, a copy of toro for jim, and the blog. it is saturday i can park anyplace for as long as i want.

there was a low cloud over the harbour snaking through the narrows having the city float in an out of the fog. downtown super saturated in colour then a wall of varying whites and greys and no south side at all. the marconi tower was above it all, the battery gone.

traffic along route 20 is getting slower and slower, people were barely doing the speed limit. a horrible flash back buy the tim horton's in torbay road just north of the transcanada a supersized s.u.v. is heading north with a pair of giant u.s. flags flapping behind and a decal of another on the driver's side - they were from missouri.

passed angela and jen heading down prescott street. dropped off the blog and chatted a bit with jim to see how he was i was surprised that he was at wordplay. said as i was leaving go make fun of the tourists.

headed up duckworth - it was gift and post card buying day. ted doyle called me into the family barber shop. he wants me to sign the print i gave him. he said that he would feel strange having it in the shop it seemed to egotistical so he was donating it to the resource centre of the arts at the l.s.p.u. - longshoremen's protective union - hall so it can be hung there. the print signing will be tuesday.

not much luck in the gift area - i was looking for earrings for carol - nothing really new and the shop seems to have been taken over by fibre. i could have bought her earrings shaped liked the province… back down duckworth to water - passing, but not stopping into, the duke.

a mistake the choral festival was still on and the shops and pavements were packed with the groups. one teen from mississauga said ' i love this place - there is music everywhere' as a band of toy flute and kazoo players passed. decided to give this a pass and head to a less trafficked area.

needing the exercise, i walked to the chapters, in the drizzle, walking is better than driving, stopped to photograph the spaces between properties, in the more middle class area of the city, the highlandtown, bridgeport area. people were out on the steps socialising.

wandered chapters making a list of books to buy when i get back checked the quickstart manual for go live for s.f.t.p. links. nothing - this could be trouble. leaving it was pouring rain. the bus back to rawlins cross for the ride home.

on the descent into pouch a repeat of what i had seen earlier in st. john's
the village just under the clouds that were bisecting cape st. francis.

wish that i had guests tonight as my constant companion - cbc radio one, it leads me through the day the way radio four did in britain - is horrible saturday evenings with finkelman's 45 tonight the company would be even more welcome.


some newfoundland english words to describe w.
angishore
blear
gommil
omadhaun
oonshick
slieveen hence the pishogues
stunned

am spending the day in pouch to-morrow so no posting