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Posted on 2019.06.23 at 19:32

I've been teaching my neighbour's 10 year old daughter a few drum rudiments over the past couple of years. It's fun to see someone take what you show them and run with it, make it their own.
A few months back a friend of the parents had a child-size drum kit that they no longer wanted (I know, right?)  so offered it to "M" (the daughter).
It turns out that M is really taking to the instrument, so much so that the kit is slowly disintegrating under her feet.  Her hi-hat is totally shot and makes playing a real chore so I donated my old hats and stand to the cause.
So much happiness!

She'll be teaching me new grooves within the year, I can feel it. :-)


Posted on 2019.06.21 at 12:26
Listening to: Your Favorite Enemies

So there's been some turmoil.
Sweetie's mom was buried in late May, then her sister died suddenly a week and a half later. We hadn't even received the credit card bills for the trip to bury her mom when we received the call. Fucking Hell. What a double whammy to my poor sweetie. :-(

It's been almost a month since this happened and she's less likely to burst into tears than she was but there are still bad days amongst the less bad days.
I try to comfort her, I've taken over most of the cooking and tend to her pretty much non-stop when I get home from work. It's not a an imposition but I really wish for the time when the good days outnumber her bad ones. My poor sweetie.

Nothing of note other than that. Just simple things like teaching my neighbour's 10 yr old daughter how to play the drums. I kind of get why people are drawn to teaching careers; it's pretty darn rewarding when the student clicks into what you're teaching.

Vacation is imminent, so I look forward to some time out on the bike path, nerding out with my D&D friends, visiting Dad and drinking all his single malt, (I jest!), and generally stripping away all the demands on my time and soul from my clients at work. And, of course, taking care of Sweetie "as events warrant".

A shout out to Marjolène who when times were at their darkest appeared on my doorstep as though an angel . Thank you for the music, thank you for the beer. <3



Happy 2019!

Posted on 2019.01.01 at 01:31

Cancer-free since 2018. Let's hope it lasts!


Wait, what? Fake news, Fake maps...

Posted on 2018.11.23 at 13:05
Google Maps is trying to make me believe that this is a photo of Alert, Nunavut.

Trump's influence ranges farther than we had all hoped would be possible.



So I was surfing random weirdness from my favourite foul-mouthed aggregator Fucking Homepage.com when I came across this gem from a few years back.

Thoughts and Prayers, a game from 2016 is a clunky game with a strong message. Because I kind of lol'd at the end of the game I know that there's at least one like-minded individual who will be temporarily cheered up by this - until the grim reality reasserts itself, of course.

Related: Anthony Jeselnik I wasn't looking for this exactly, but what with my mad ninja sketchy google skillz that's what I found. Oh! and because I have a bit of tenacity: Hannibal Buress

#guncontrol

Let's be careful out there....



A sign of life

Posted on 2018.06.20 at 15:19
Listening to: Xavier Rudd - Lioness Eye

I find that there's so much pressure to write properly on this platform as opposed to the muddy patchwork that is so commonly seen on Facebook. It's a litle daunting to be honest so that's why I post irregularly. But hello! Ping, and all that. I'm here!

Over after- dinner drinks the subject of our lack of intimacy came up. It was pretty organic and there was no defensiveness or other realities that make a conversation hellish. No, it was all pretty straightforward. We discussed where we felt we were in our lives and what we wanted for ourselves and for each other so that was good. She then surprised me by telling me that I could use the services of an escort if I needed to.  If ever there was a record-scratch moment in my life that was it right then and there.

I don't think that seeing an escort is a solution. I was never into casual sex growing up and I can't see how I'd change from commitment-based love-making to an undoubtedly unfullfilling hurried sex act andfeel okay with it. It's more the surprise of the offer that has me worrying away at this. I wonder if she thinks that a simple hook(er)-up has the equivalent value of a more profound experience; and has she thought so little of our love-making these past years. OMG, am I a horrible lover? Was she never emotionally invested in our love-making? Did she hate having sex? With me? All these years?

Fuck.

Or maybe I'm reading too much into this.  Or maybe I should call a family counselor.

On now to lighter fare. According to WWW.IWL.ME this entry's writing style matches James Joyce's and I have an internet badge to prove it to be true.


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The kids are alright.

Posted on 2018.06.05 at 16:20


Apparently this is a photo of a child demonstrating autistic-adjacent behaviour. She categorizes things, she puts things in in an aesthetic and logical order. This, truth be told, seems to me to be a completely natural endeavour which actually rings my happy bells. We all try to make sense of this world by whatever means available.

When I was a child I would crawl into Grandma's pantry and reorganize all the tinned food in the order that seemed to make the most sense.  What did I take away from doing that? I got a few moments of being in control of my environment. I got praise for a job well done from my Grandma. I got a sense of purpose that a six-year old rarely gets when navigating the grown-ups world.

I think that adults really need to stop to think a bit; to think about where they came from, and to think about what effect the labels they parse out has on kids. If I were to throw out an observation it would be that we adults are still trying to organize our own crayons and we really shouldn't be pushing our unresolved crap onto our next gen without taking a few moments of introspection first.

But then again I'm neither a parent nor a psychologist so I could be entirely off-base, in which case just enjoy the photo.


Posted on 2018.05.29 at 20:43

There's so much angst and sadness in the world. There I was, moping about my life and doing a little wallowing in the company of a stinky cigar when I learned that someone witnessed, quite accidentally, some child porn online.
She didn't seek it out, she simply stumbled upon some guy's LJ page that had some.
Everything came into perspective right then. My problems and fears shriveled immediately and my thoughts went out out to both the victims and the poor sick bastard whose lives were impacted by this reprehensible act.
There's so much hurt out there that needs tending to. I feel so sad and helpless that I can't fix any of it. And yet mine is only one tear in a torrent of tears.
Every day we strive to be decent people and every day there's something out there that pushes our limits and strength.

I remember being told that rinsing one's mouth with salt water helped get rid of the post-cigar mouth funk. I have no idea how to deal with this, though. There's not enough salt in the ocean to wash this horror away. There aren't enough flannel sheets and blankets to hide under. It just has to be one step forward at a time, forging into the ugly mess that is our existence.



I am no longer the product.

Posted on 2018.04.30 at 13:28
Current Location: Montreal
Listening to: Let the Rhythm Just - The Polish Ambassador

Sort-of.

It just hit me after my divorce with Facebook that I should suport Livejournal with a couple of bucks.

I remember In the Beginning of the Internet" thinking that free hosting was some kind of right.  I think that I'm over that now, having seen the actual cost of free hosting, and having also compared it with the cost of a slightly fancy lunch. So here I am, all paid up and feeling like I struck a blow in the name of freedom. I'm happy. Now if only if I could get that Identify Music thingy to work automagically instead of having to type the current song's details in the wee box.

Not much of an entry, eh? Sorry, I have to get some actual work doone. ;-)


Just another broken cinder block

Posted on 2018.04.27 at 15:49

I made this one quiet afternoon at work. What can I say, we have crayons and cinder blocks just laying about the place. I found the pattern in a book on graffiti (Graffiti And Street Art, Waclawek 2012) then mapped it onto a graph. That's how I do art; accurately. Maybe I missed the point about the creative aspect of artmaking, but this little green alter-ego makes me happy just looking at him. He's also an excellent doorstop.



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