embarassing people! woo!
Rob Cross is so awesome I'm surprised he doesn't just explode.
I would be sad if he did, though.
July 14, 2004
July 11, 2004
...
I've been writing on the bus; scattered thoughts about how long commutes turn transit vehicles into places of their own and not merely a means to an end.
Realized later, though, that I was avoiding what I was feeling and writing pointless commentary about the dynamics of attempted conversation (and how to quash any unwelcome ones) on buses so that I could delude myself a little longer; the equivalent of rolling over and going back to sleep for another hour when there's something that needs to be done.
...time to wake up.
July 08, 2004
in which some things equal other things, and other things don't.
- frozen raspberries + apple juice = the awesomest healthy fruity drink ever. it's hyper-pink, so beware if you're wearing light clothes and are spill-prone.
the gym = not so bad, now that the soreness seems to be subsiding.
my sister = control freak. there will be several more arguments.
elections canada hasn't paid me yet. fuckers.
parents are out of town until sunday.
Interpol's Antics = bitchin'
The Plastic Constellation's Mazatlan = awesome summer album.
Earthbound = like crack.
July 05, 2004
RAWR GERALD SMASH
my sister's here while her husband's in Fiji for three weeks.
so far, I've been kicked out of my bedroom, have been told that I'm going to hang out with her Wednesday night (hence, no Chalet/Collins for me), and can't play music on speakers without her complaining endlessly.
and it's been a day.
ow ow ow ow ow
back from gym/pool.
delta's rates are reasonable; $30 gets you a month of weightroom and pool use.
I seem to have forgotten how to swim.
oh, and my mom is my gym buddy - she has her underwater aerobics while I swimattempt laps, and do a little weight training while she's on the treadmill.
July 03, 2004
lately
ran into a cousin of mine in the Punjabi Market on Main today. Was there keeping my grandmother and mom company, but had gotten tired of their shopping antics ("we need to go to one store and get one thing." somehow becomes a 3-hour trip) and was sitting in the minivan, idly reading the Georgia Straight and listening to random rock on the Fox when she strolled by, saw me, was amazed, and came over and knocked on the window. I, understandably, jumped out of my skin (I hate the sound of knuckles on glass.) and got out of the car, and so a half-hour conversation began.
we used to work together at House of Brussels, and I hadn't seen much of her since I'd started school; the odd email or phone call or run-in at a family gathering (sister's wedding included), and so it was a lot of catching up from what I knew, and that was well and fine...
...fuck, whatever. I'll get to the point.
She's off to South America in a matter of weeks. Is putting a darkroom in the back yard. Has a car, and an exciting job as a freelance writer/photographer; we had a lengthy chat about Chomsky and how she interviewed him, and then how he had tea with her, and invited her to Indianapolis...
...and all this because she's not bothering with school, but works down on Granville Island (some tea place) and has the time to do it.
So, I'm a little disillusioned. I have another 3, maybe 4 years ahead of me, spent frantically learning in school and frantically finding work when I'm not, probably stuck in the suburbs, working towards a degree that I have no idea what I'll do with when I'm done. It would be so easy; find a pair of shitty jobs, and work until I have what I need, then go travelling...
[there's no way to adequately denote large periods of time spent mulling, so read this and then go away for ten minutes and then read the next line]
...no. I've started this, and I'll see it through. Even if it takes six years, I'll still be 23 when I graduate, and there's still plenty of time to see the world and be a crazy idealist.
...right?
July 02, 2004
July 01, 2004
dibs on australia!
seen on a bunch of blogs (Jon F, Spencer, Kate)...
You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.
Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.
You are not to be messed with. You may explode.
also:
from Neil
You're Siddhartha! by Hermann Hesse
You simply don't know what to believe, but you're willing to try anything once. Western values, Eastern values, hedonism and minimalism, you've spent some time in every camp. But you still don't have any idea what camp you belong in. This makes you an individualist of the highest order, but also really lonely. It's time to chill out under a tree. And realize that at least you believe in ferries.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.
I got The Handmaid's tale the first time, which was puzzling.
June 29, 2004
ah, capitalism: part 2 of what is probably going to be many.
eBay item 3684821346 (Ends 29-Jun-04 18:15:21 EDT) - RedWingsFan@GMail.com
things just got a whole lot more interesting.
edit: I just registered 3 accounts with the intent of selling them. whee!
yesterday's thoughts, neatly timestamped
7.02
after about half an hour, I'm convinced that my poll supervisor knows what she's doing, but doesn't believe that she knows what she's doing. She seems ready to explode, but things are running okay. The Conservative scrutineer team has arrived; 3 old brown men and one younger one in a suit. Could be interesting.
9.30
due to lack of anyone, I am now being paid to read Return of the King.
Fuck. Yes.
10.26
it's recess outside, and a bunch of kids showed up outside the gym doors to ask if they could vote. When rejected, they had a quick chat with the information officer (guy at the door who directs people) about the parties and then went off to play kickball. Lucky bastards.
10.30
asked for current address, got a life story. I hope this doesn't happen a lot.
10.57
I don't speak Punjabi.
11.15
- I have the strangest urge to register someone while talking like a pirate.
- "Arr, what be thine current residence?"
- "Have thee thine driverrr's licence?"
- "Thine ballot is democracy's booty"
- "Walking the plank be nothing should thou be lying about thy citzenrrry."
- "Y'arr! Exercise thine right to vote or I shall send ye to Davy Jones' Locker! Y'arr!!"
also introduced my registration officer partner to the concept of Talk Like A Pirate Day.
11.32
Conservative candidate just came by to "thank us for all our hard work."
Tool.
11.50
COUGARED!!
the intent was certainly there; I almost had to make put my arms up and make lots of noise.
nooon
- this place needs music; the creaking of chairs and blendered conversation are ludicrous.
- Carrion - British Sea Power
- Little House of Savages - Walkmen
- Electioneering - Radiohead
- Almost Crimes - Broken Social Scene
- Come On My Selector - Squarepusher
1.01
More RoTK.
1.55
Liberal scrutineers = cute brown girls.
Conservative scrutineers = old brown men.
2.01
- alternate methods of leadership determination:
- dance games
- paintball
- Death Ball (from JSRF)
- naval battles
2.40
Dear Stupid Poll Clerks,
When we ask you to check if someone is on the voter's list, CHECK IF THEY'RE ON THE VOTERS LIST.
Asses.
3.05
I don't speak Punjabi. Stop assuming.
3.17
Have been sending text messages to Spencer and Naf all day. I wonder if that counts as taint.
3.45
Judging from who fraternizes with which scrutineers, the Conservative power base appears to lie with the older Punjabi people; who are most often parents brought over by their pseudo-yuppie Liberal voting children.
I wonder what'll happen as the turnover proceeds.
4.01
Have found the envelope full of extra scrutineer tags, including several now-defunct parties.
5.39
"I'm in the wrong place, through no fault of your own, and you're trying to help me get where I need to be?
Fuck that noise. I'll settle for you making feel guilty and useless instead."
- inside the head of a random brown lady.
6.04
if your elderly mother doesn't speak English, and the registration table consists of a coconut and a caucasian, DON'T LEAVE HER ALONE WITH THEM.
Idiot.
6.32
I continue to not speak Punjabi.
Maybe I should put up a sign.
6.57
having been throwing been Diet Coke all day (1.42L and counting), I could cause some serious bodily harm for some rum about now.
7.03
polls closed. Off to the other bit of this job.
7.26
have now moved to head office; will be receiving results as they are called in. This makes for 13+ hours of paid work. Might just be able to afford Curiousa.
Speaking of - who's in? As much fun as a Corbett/Gerald roadtrip would be, more people = more awesome.
7.29
people are amazed that I share.
I'm confused.
7.44
first results.
9.16
riding caffeine high.
last real meal was at 4-ish.
have been throwing down mini-Mars and Snickers washed down with more Diet Coke.
this can't be healthy.
will drink ludicrous amounts of water tomorrow to make amends with digestive system.
until then...
10.00
DONE.
have scored a reference out of all this insanity.
now, to save-on, to meet the parents.
but first, the Hot Donut light is on...
June 28, 2004
one more cog in the electoral wheels
people are stupid.
I am tired after 16 hours of elections work.
documented my thoughts, and will type them up later.
have a good night.
June 26, 2004
woo!
I don't know why Sarah and I end up making such exciting drinks (we last collaborated on the Gerald Special), but I'm not going to complain.
anyway, last night we created something that is still nameless; we were too busy enjoying the thing to dub it properly.
- combine:
- 1-2 oz gin
- a healthy squeeze of lime
- half a can of Citrus Splash 7-Up
- a splash of orange juice
garnish with a lime wedge, and enjoy.
a Gerald Special?
- in a martini glass:
- 1-2 oz vodka
- splash of cranberry juice
- splash of orange juice
- top with 7-up
hanging out at Costa's was fun; hadn't seen some people in ages, and although I missed out on Karl getting shot in the face (with a suction cup arrow), it was bitchin'.
also formulated plans for the night in which I smoke, drink, and gamble - haven't done all 3, and I keep intending to... suggestions, anyone?
June 24, 2004
question time:
change the photos on the side?
they're a bit summerier(yes, I know, not a word), and I'd probably change the colour scheme around, too...
leave a comment, either way.
June 23, 2004
ah, capitalism
eBay - gmail, Software, Memberships, and Other Hardware Services items at low prices
it's interesting that GMail invites are the new hot commodity.
had I been thinking about it when I got my account, I would have sold my invites and not given them away to the likes of you.
...no matter. I've got 5 left, and google's being pretty liberal with them so drop me a line if you want in.
June 22, 2004
June 21, 2004
that's luck, she said.
not the internship manager.
I suppose this is where I rationalize things and make myself feel better about it.
[shrug]
back to the grind.
mood: phlegmy
music: AC Newman - Come Crash
June 19, 2004
"I have clean water and the vote. Life is good."*
and they were right.
fuck this.
I tire of moping.
Once I vanquish this cold, it's time to do things differently.
Until then, blood and souls for my lord arioch!! fluids and bedrest.
And comics.
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News: am registration clerking for elections canada. am weirdly, suddenly ill, and the drugs/fever combo are affecting my verbiage. have given up any semblance of a normal job, and will be applying to as many temp/part time/paper routes/what have you as I can. should be interesting. will probably buy a bus pass (2-zone; did the risk/reward and it works well out in my favor) hence I'll be around more. have curtains now. fabric will also make exciting shorts. physio has been immensely helpful.
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oh, right. I think this counts as being back.
dunno if I'll redo the design. It's grown on me.
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*author of quote wishes to remain anonymous. thus, they will remain anonymous.
June 11, 2004
why do you build me up (buttercup)?
July 2003 - 6 months, he said..
"It'll be an experiment; we'll be there and back and things will be fine."
They came and went. I'm still here. Things aren't fine.
July. "We've barely lived here. You can't hate it yet."
August. "The commute will be better when school starts."
September. "Is it really that bad?"
October. "6 months, remember?"
November. "Your brother likes it here, and I think it's more convenient..."
December. "You'll be home when?"
January. "Just a little longer."
February. "I need to get this one listing done..."
March. "I promise. Soon."
April. "I hate it here as much as you do."
May. "After exams."
June "August. Seriously this time."
I'm not getting my hopes up this time. It'll make dealing with the inevitable easier.
June 06, 2004
today's objet d'hot
Leica - Digilux 2
now, do I want to go to school for a year, or do I want the camera?
June 04, 2004
worth writing about
Pitchfork: Daily Music News
FUCK YES CURIOUSA FESTIVAL AUGUST 21 SEATTLE WHO'S GOING?
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