About HUnter 4086
About the authour
I live in Vancouver BC. I moved here in 2005 to join a convent but that didn’t work out. Now I am haunted by emptiness where religious conviction used to live. Cookies and bourbon help.
This is me with R, my fella
Originally I’m from a small coastal town where everyone has assmar from the kraft mill and they go to the gas station at 7am to buy a breakfast of cigarettes and a Slurpee.
mine home!
For the bread I work as a housekeeper at a harm reduction facility and for the roses I write stories & make comix (clickety-click to go to the distro and look for ‘d. patrick’ in art zines. wow!)
All I need to thrive in this world is a pencil, a bicycle, and some sensible shoes.
In a winter drain pipe, closing in on IT
About the name
When dial service was first introduced into the telephone system (no more going through a central operator) a mnemonic device was built in. The telephone number was prefixed by a word, commonly the name of the neighborhood whose exchange you were accessing. The first couple of letters were capitalized to indicate they were meant to be dialed.
Such exchange names fostered a sense of place back when the world was smaller.
Today they function as cryptic momentos of a vanishing analog past.
(HUnter was the ID of the neighborhood I grew up in.)
Saw you today when you called out “Hey, Red Cedar!” to my partner as we were on route to a friend’s party. So so awesome to see those connections from the blogophere in real life. And now, checking this out, I am so intrigued – a convent? small town BC? harm reduction and comix as bread and roses? Such awesomeness. : )
Hiya Brian,
Yes, I had just read the latest entry on her site and then to actually recognize her strolling along – irresistable! I had to holla hello.
Plus I know that writing (especially blogging!) can feel very isolative sometimes…*tap tap tap* “Is this thing on?”
…so I am all for the real-world/blogosphere overlap
Comix … is the above ‘header image’ one of yours? Great characterisation and very powerful thought …
With the marching animals? No. That is a close-up of a ‘Little Golden Book’ back cover from the 1950s, illustrator unknown.