1st of september pankukas

why celebrate that day?
well, let us quote siggimus, as he put it in his legendary newsletter, ‘the siggimus gazette’, writing about exactly that date, 10 years ago:

sept. 1 is a very special day for us latvians. everybody dresses up and either goes to school or takes somebody else to school, for it’s the first day of school for everybody. lots of people get flowers, & go on the buses with huge bouquets of flowers, & everybody goes to mcdonalds & the young’uns get very happy meals & balloons. then the kids that are old enough go have a beer or eleven

it’s a very special day. special & festive atmosphere

interesting with a chick bathing in milk, blue feet, the guys dressed as roman centurions, huge hairy rotating heads, wolves, scared kids in black & white, hairy humanoids, gun-toting nick cave, one golden dude, and of course, beware of boobies

bonus: hear super heathen child here

sandra sigurðardóttir

with this one coming a close second

notice now that they both contain (big time favourite) ussi-sussi & kids crying

(this stuff is even better after you’ve watched a dvd of this 10 times or so)

or rather chowing outside

the peeing kind?
or mebbe faitas?

an invitation to witness dancing & loud awful music & more dancing & even a play, with more awful loud music & if one would only comes out, one receives the free gift of a gratis dvd

start of the play

the play – about jesus, no less. he’s that one in the gray shirt. apparently that’s beelzebub wearing the red. didn’t quite catch who the black shirts are. some of the evilest sins, no doubt

yay

one was ultimately too lazy to go out. plus, one has a dvd
as for the performance, let’s just say the play had slightly less loud awful music than the dancing

from the mailbox:

(of course it’s not addressed to siggimus (or anyone else, for that matter) & it’s entirely possible that siggimus can’t read, but…)

cover

neat, decorated with some glitter spermazoid, picture of folding garden chair, & a tiny flag stapled onto (click pic for big)

contents

oscar 14:4-9
all the things
are possible
god is able
your dreams
comes true,
love god. (click pic for big)

ps: is that last bit a salutation, greeting, or an order?

update: it was an invitation! of course it was!

so the wee farmers went out with their wee tools & harvested

(click thingy or thingy to go hither & thither & see more pics)

rhubarb

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the harvest - a year's supply of rhubarb

btw, here’s all of these, + a few more in a playlist

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little lion man

the cave

winter winds

btw, here’s all of these, + a few more in a playlist

summer's over

no sooner have you sung enfin l’été & voilà l’été than it’s time for adieu l’été

still, no reason to complain, feel forlorn, despondent, or glum my chum, or — godsforbid — woebegone, this year we got 5 days of summer

that’s far above the average

so, let’s all sing along:

Les Négresses Vertes – Voilà l’été
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everybody now:

voilà l’été
voilà l’été
voilà l’été
voilà l’été

voilà l’été, j’aperçois le soleil
les nuages filent et le ciel s’éclaircît
et dans ma tête qui bourdonnent
les abeilles!
l’entends rugir les plaisirs de la vie
c’est le retour des amours
qui nous chauffent les oreilles
il fait si chaud
qui’il nous poussent des envies
c’est le bonheur rafraîchi d’un
cocktail
les filles sont belles et les dieux sont ravis

enfin l’été
enfin l’été
enfin l’été
enfin l’été

enfin l’été,
mais y’a déjà plus d’argent
le tout paris se transformé en phobie
le métro sue tout devient purulent
dans ses souliers, le passager abruti
a dix doigts d’pied qui s’expriment
violemment
y’a plus d’amis les voisins sont partis
l’été paris c’est plutôt relaxant
on rêve de plage
et la seine est jolie

toujours l’été
c’est pas du superflu
il fait trop chaud, le soleil m’abasour
dit
rillettes sous les bras
j’avance dans la rue
j’pense à ces cons qui s’font chier
dans l’midi
tous ces torches-culs qui vont cuire
dans leurs jus
tous ces noyés, la mer quel saloperie
et sur les routes les danger ca vous tue
vivement l’automne, je me sens tout aigri

toujours l’été
toujours l’été
toujours l’été
toujours l’été

voilà l’été, j’aperçois le soleil
les nuages filent et le ciel s’éclaircit
et dans ma tête qui bourdonnent
les abeilles!
l# entends rugir les plaisirs de la vie
c’est le retour des amours
qui nous chauffent les oreilles
il fait si chaud
qui’il nous poussent des envies
c’est le bonheur rafraîchi d’un
cocktail
les filles sont belles et les dieux sont ravis

voilà
enfin
toujours
encore