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When the world hands you pocky sticks

Posted on 2018.04.16 at 09:58
Feels like: In love with love.
Listening to: Bill Withers - Who Is He (And What Is He To You)

That's it. Nothing deep, insightful, or important; just a silly photo on this ice-slick of a Montreal morning. The freezing rain has left us with a beautiful, yet treacherous city. I didn't take a photo, there was no time before my hasty descent into the underground.

The commute? It was pretty good given that the schools are closed because of the freezing rain. On the Métro today I spotted one commuter rehearsing her presentation off of hand-written cue cards. Thin lips memorizing as quickly as they could as the deadline loomed large.
Another, a couple - newly-minted - shared earbuds, shy smiles, and a sense of wonder as they happily stood in each others' bubble, she holding onto his arm for balance and he occasionally reaching out to caress her face.

Little Monsters

Posted on 2018.04.14 at 06:54
They live inside us, and all around. This little fellow lives at my music school.
I was going to write a long entry about how I didn't even receive a card for our anniversary but chose to just mention it instead of going full reporter on the event. It's enough to remember the sadness that came from it, and to move on from there. I need to be a better sweetie if this is the state of the relationship.

Thete was water in the basement, seeping up through the slab as it does every spring. The ground is plump right now and the sump pump can't catch up.
My drums were all stored away on anything dry so I couldn't practice. But last night I set the kit up again and played a couple of grooves. It felt weird, like kissing your Ex or something. It will take a while to get the kit back in that comfortable zone but I've got time.

Message in a Bottle

Posted on 2018.04.04 at 15:34
Current Location: Panda University
Listening to: Handsome Boy Modeling School - The Truth

Leaving work for drum class yesterday I espied a folded note on a ledge in the corridor.
In the top left corner read, in a slightly flourished handwriting "To: U" The note was taped shut with a feminine looking crafting tape printed with waves of teal and purple.  At the bottom right, simply "-J" in the same delicate penmanship.

I'm a sucker for this kind of thing. There's a certain romance about the narrative of an anonymous note that speaks to the depth of me so I scooped up the note and slipped it into my jacket pocket. I didn't want to be late for class, and I didn't want whatever was written within to hang over me during my lesson. It did anyway. Of course it did. How could it not? I managed the rhythms set before me but at times I was clearly daydreaming  - losing count in a pillowy cloud of what ifs.

Walking home, my sticks safely stowed in my briefcase I slowed to find a suitable spot to open the note. St. Catherine street paid no attention to me as I put my back up against a light standard and slipped the paper from its warm pocket, deftly cutting though the tape with a ragged fingernail. The bulb directly above me cast a warm glow onto the wrinkled sheet, the words doing the same to my heart.

Today I posted a thank you on Craigslist / Missed Connections for J's wonderful and random act of kindness and I now share this sentiment with you.

Wait, what? The future is now already?

Posted on 2018.04.03 at 14:38

I remember watching an episode of Black Mirror titled Nosedive a while back. It had to do with how a stronger rating of your online persona made it easier to have nicer things etc. etc.
I watched the episode with a sense of foreboding and amusement as I imagined this kind of scenario maybe realizing itself within the next decade or so. Clearly the world moves far faster than I think it does because in today's news the following headline:

China to ban citizens with bad 'social credit' rating from taking flights or using trains for up to a year

I concede the idea must look absolutely brilliant to governments who want to keep everyone and everything in tidy order but has no one thought about the black market this will create? Will it be a quick bitcoin transfer and poof, Vladimir has added just the right amount of likes to your Social Credit score?
Maybe this won't happen, but I like to think of the dystopic society this could create - as a mental exercise, of course.

Right; end ramble.

Posted on 2018.04.01 at 10:37
Now I remember why FB took off so quickly, leaving LJ to gather lint in its navel; autocorrect!
I am loathe to admit it but FB does have an easier interface and we all - myself included - like things to be easy. Right?
I'm not talking about the deep life stuff that builds character, just social media.


So it's Easter today. There was a basket of goidies on the diningroom table for me last Friday. A monster Kinder Surprise egg and a couple of Lindt bunnies. I didn't even have to bend down to look for my chocolates under the sofa, they were right there in front of me - a "fait accompli". Easy! And you know what, I'm not even going to complain that it made Easter feel like a routine chore.
I made the appropriate glee noises and let my eyes twinkle of course, then we went to the baker's to get her a fancy chocolate doodad which she only bit into on the next day.

Do you remember the Monty Python part when they go "and there was much rejoicing"? Yeah, it was like that a bit.
So anyeay I've got a completely useless Kinder toy truck that I push around the diningroom table like I'm an eight year old and I'm thinking "Why did I need this plastic thing that I will recycle within the next few day?"
So I have a couple of mouthfuls of chocolate and let my mind wander off the topic.
Happy Easter, btw. They found Christ's body so we'll have to cancel Easter from now on. Sorry, Nestlé.

No, you're short and stout!

Posted on 2018.03.29 at 14:11
Listening to: Let the Rhythm Just - The Polish Ambassador

Sometimes, when you're desperate for something to shake loose the weirdest things seem to turn up.

This was the first incantation; a teapot home surrounded by it's monsterly inhabitants. In a way it reminded me to let myself return to the playfulness of my youth. It was a door chime announcing that something new was coming in - if I let it.
Later in the week I took an impromptu hike up Mount Royal where I was able to vocalize what had been getting me down.

Oh? (fuck!)
Yellow for grey (days)
I can't see the forest (for the trees)
(Oh, to) To fall in love again
(this is) My voice, my eyes

So I put that all out there on IG and got a smattering of likes for the effort. IG is not the place to open your heart; they look without seeing there. I'm fine with that. It was good for me to shake some things off and speak things out loud. I didn't need or want ears, only a voice to cast out to the overcast city.

A welcome return

Posted on 2018.03.29 at 11:06
Listening to: Kaleida - Think

It's hard to come off of Facebook and into a proper journal site without feeling a bit weird. It seems like I should assemble my thoughts before sharing them. Years of off-the-cuff entries and, admittedly the occasional Vaguebook post tend to colour future tendencies.

So here I am, back at square four - maybe five. I am a reincarntaion of the post Altern, post Geocities, post Captain-Napalm, post Facebook ego. I'm angry at where social media took us but I can't give it up even if I don't have anything particularly profound to share. We often don't, I suppose - have something profound to say.

So I'm just going to say Hi. I'm happy that you took the time to be here and even though I don't really know you I've miss you - the Facebook Refugee.

Rakkasah 2008 - Ekova Sword Dance

Posted on 2009.03.17 at 20:13

For Neph!

Lens hood re-acquired!

Posted on 2009.01.13 at 09:07
Listening to: Iranian Radio online - Hey, why not??
The damn thing was at the Indian restaurant! Yay!
Does one tip a resto worker that returns ones lost thingies?
What if I'm a regular? Hmmm...

Voting day.

Posted on 2008.12.08 at 19:29
Good citizen that I am, I decided to head to the polls in today's Provincial Elections.
Feeling light-hearted and just a bit silly I asked the scrutineer "Who's winning?" He nailed my ass with "You are." Booya!
Yep. Two points for Capitan Politico...

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