erhu ("yee-woo") madness

why can't my opium smokin uncle just teach me to play the erhu? he agrees each time i ask, but somehow the "lessons" turn into him staring at me while he plays a million songs. hmm...great teaching method *obvious mock*. at the very least, go into a studio and put that shit on cd. is that too much to ask? apparently he's one of canada's best erhu players :) teach me damn it!!

Update: Camping
deadstar, denimshert, magpie, and little ol' me packed our gear and headed to this shitty camp ground just north of guelph. the first area we looked at grossed me the fuck out. where are the tents? isn't camping about sleeping in tents? the entire "serviced" area was full of trailers and i'm not talking about traveling RV's that were just making a pit stop...these people looked pretty settled in with their flags, porches, lanterns, and clothes lines. *shivers* although we picked a spot away from the trash, i was kinda disappointed with my first camping experience. the weather was shit, nothing really around to explore, we were too close to civilization, and everyone went to sleep early. by "early", i'm talking 10pm. wtf? hehe. laughs were had though (ahem...pine cone and beef patties x 2) and pics were taken (to be posted soon...) i always thought camping was about really roughin it, getting in touch with nature, and maybe even having a vision or two like the native americans :P i was prepared to shit in the woods when i found out we had access to outhouses and public washrooms. i suppose once i clear my head of that idea i'll have more fun when we go next year...preferably with more people...ones who like staying up late despite the mosquitoes (side note: white flower oil did wonders again!!).

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today i started zyban. the official quit day is september 11, 2004. let's see how this goes...