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[Jul. 30th, 2006|01:33 pm] |
yo.
T-minus one month til 44 Walman becomes my new haunt. T-minus 6 days til the Frog Eyes show. T-minus one day til the west-coast brood arrives after a four-yr hiatus. good stuff.
i'm pretty psyched about seeing the west-coast clan. gets lonely out here sometimes not doing 'family'things we used to do back in the day...like play cricket on the lawn with drunken flare. yes! or summer BBQs then us cozins walkin to the rocky beach and running around. aw.
i figured out my tattoo. after thinking way too much i settled on this native figure of a whale that's based on a print we have. i've always had a thing for Haida art, mostly cuz as a kid it was shoved down our throats in Social/Studies along with the Asian studies....it gives me comfort and good memories. now the question is where the hell do i put it...
i've been playing piano a l o t lately, it's come back faster then i thought...nice. yesterday i found GuitarPro online and d/l a demo version...holy shit...it's exactly what i wanted. so first one i got was obviously FriendOfTheNight..i'm so confused over a certain part no matter how many times i've tried to figure it out it still sounds.....incomplete. after looking and playing the music the hidden gaps are filled but the music they wrote out is off about a tone and a half and sounds pretty shite..so i'm gonna tweak it.
i definitely need new tunes. i've almost overworked les savy fav and sunset rubdown..altho daytrotter.com has become my new fav site.
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| nearing the end. |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|09:30 pm] |
::tunes:: dirty three, architecture in helsinki - tiny paintings.
i can almost feel my greatest creative high,.. this flood of ideas keep running in my head it's hard to start anything...this burst of motivation will be gone by tomorrow.
this is THE year i quit doing works i feel are mediocre and set myself down and DO it. alright self, first thing is finish what i start. i never finish anything. i can be like Leonardo and never finish anything and have it be a masterpiece. yea!
i got back into photography with the SLR...it's good and old and hasn't broken yet so high hives all around yess! i'm tryin out night shots..which is hard without a flash. another is getting good object[s] to shoot, personally my favourite subjects are my friends...who needs the reality shows when the next models are right here.. .that was total props, you gotta give me cred.
so yea...i've been down to the lake several times + getting shots for my mum. she's getting back into painting and needs abstract inspiration from nature. such a go-getter. i love my mum.
my roommate is visiting this friday, which happens to be the last day Jenn is in town, so i must tag her along for the ride...should be interesting.
i don't want this summer to end..yet. turns out to not as terrible as i thought. well, the job's boring but the people there make it a party. i'm glad to have worked in places with people i actually like..exception being the first one...that one we don't need to think about again. funny that every place i've worked has closed down...i must be this weird voo-doo thing or something....*cue in creepy doo-do-doo-doooooo music*
this year has been very..different. i feel happy for the first time in awhile, and i feel lucky to have really great people around me. i've been shot-down like hell in several ways...but thats not important anymore, shit happens. i'm glad about the ones still kickin the 'ville parts. i'm glad about those who came back. i've met who-knows how many people in the past few years but it's still the same people i think of everyday. you are the important ones, you are the ones i love.
that was my cheezy spiel of the night. and it's definitely b/c of this dirty three album....so nice. making me all sentimental. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2006|12:45 pm] |
i wish i save things i write. i delete things too fast and few months down the road i regret it fully, as a new idea springs into my head and yet all previous acknowledgement that there was once a coinsiding argument fails to exist.
my memory seems at many times lately to be fading and fading fast. i used to remember things incredibly well, a little too well. and yet for the past couple years it fades into the archives of my subconscious, sometimes to reappear in nano-second flashes, only to disappear again. sometimes these flashes make sense, sometimes they don't. it feels as if i am guy pearce in memento, living the moment only to forget it the next day. this is a good yet terrible thing. i don't know why or how. and usually that's what i'm good at..continually asking the "why". crit + other previous classes have pounded it into my head so hard it's controlled the way i think. i've come to the mindset that there is never going to be a settled answer, only another why. i don't know why i do certain things, i don't know why i delete things i know are important, i don't know why i don't act upon, i don't know why i do. i don't know whether i should care, i don't know whether i shouldn't.
maybe that is why my mind seems to be fading. because i can never have a clear answer, i can just attempt to understand. and when it's good enough i'll push it away only to have it reappear far down the road.
what i'm trying to understand now is this twinge of sadness/nervousness/deep down gut feeling that i hate and usually know within days, my so-called psychic intuition. haha. i can always feel something is going to happen. and for the first time in a long long long time i feel happy with myself and i don't want to question that, because i have for so long and i deserve to be happy and fuck, it's taken awhile to be happy with myself. which is why i'm telling this feeling to fuck off. fuck off because everything is fucked up there's no changing that, but for once i want to stay this way because i'm mentally physically emotionally tired of the shit.
thats it. |
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[May. 22nd, 2006|02:24 pm] |
one of my fav fotos of all time...
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[May. 15th, 2006|08:37 pm] |
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wishin the sun would decide hey, it's may, i think it's time to grace the world with heat and light and take the little earthlings out of the cold bitterness that still reigns from winter's wrath/ |
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[May. 14th, 2006|03:02 pm] |
yesss.
instinct told me to grab the cam and ruun outside. ran to the beach and found this facing me. |
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| 'that bottle is the albion, and that one is montreal' - a drunk |
[Oct. 17th, 2005|04:58 pm] |
if you trek down a long long street across a bridge past a quiznos under train tracks across the street from a church on a hill you will find a little rundown shack-building with a steel-curvular sign with albion hotel. through the doors passing a quaint little pub area and up the narrow stairs you will find what is known as mecca for any scenester-hipster-arts student crowd in the guelphite area. the DJ rocks the funk mixed with indie cool and old-skool for a dance off worthy of any t-dot scene. dress-code casual but never stops the fashionistas from struttin what the v.v gave them....the crowd this nite is mixed, a few birthdays had causing for much celebration and drinkage. the cross-dressers are out causing jealousy for stylin the sweetest shoes and wig-job ever seen. down a classy couple of stellas and you're good to go. the nite will come to an end before it feels like it even started. you depart with fellow nomads post-bidding adieu to fellow dancing-stars. an inexpensive foreign feast is had just minutes away and consumed while chatting and quick greetings to fellow colleagues along the way. a short distance over train tracks comes to the end of your destination. the group of nomads gather in a warm area and endulge in technological time-wastage in x-box form. the birthday-drunkards stop by for re-fueling and collapse. the party-goer returns from a nite on the town and bids good-nite to the crowd. the nomads take their place wherever one can rest....the morning is nigh and more technological time-wastage is had. the party-goer fixes a mid-morning feast and the few awake nomads engorge themselves in a mind-blowing emotionally driven filmatic spectacle. two hours pass as the three are silent in their forms, un-moving from the surroundings that encapture them. the spectacle ends and this fellow nomad bids a goodbye to gracious hosts and returns once again to the starting point.
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[Oct. 15th, 2005|04:57 pm] |
and when all i see is the blue glow, the cry of the blonde 'peacock' screams for the ambulance until the white angel brings together the sense of state....one sees the broken tank colliding with the mindtrap that enables us to visualize the concept, but when that fails all that is left is the black. the demos cry out for rebellion, but the peacock doesn't listen. it never listens.
the only thing it leaves is with is the angst of knowing we failed. we failed. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2005|11:59 pm] |
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re-connection is an occuring theme one could take as phenomenal, something we view as sensual rather than merely through our mindful thoughts. one could percieve it to be a matter of deja-vu, of otherwise just a coincidence or matter of fact. it is a connection back to something of the familiar, one that was lost, one that was forgotten, one that was put behind for later but never found. it's funny how we could remember a thought from months or even years ago, and finally realize it's importance. i have felt this over recent time.// .how particular it is, spirituality, to each individual person. one experiences spirituality in different ways..for some it could be sitting in a quiet room watching sun-shone dust particles in slow descent..for some it could be running down a busy street completely oblivious to their surroundings,only aware of themselves..for some it is typing on a dimly-lit computer and reconnecting with a band who used to play a way seeming to have been written just for her. re-connection is realizing all that you have and not letting go. re-connection is letting worry leave you so you could finally reveal yourself. re-connection is forgiving and leaving the past where it is. 'with tired eyes,tired minds,tired souls,we slept'. |
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| today yesterday the day before yesterday and tomorrow |
[Aug. 15th, 2005|04:49 pm] |
days are made for value village and winners extravaganzas and cheques for clothes. days are made for going into chapters with a solid booklist with no intention of looking at magazines. days are made for not working and not being yelled at for shit you have no control over. days are made for having an ethiopian blend and sitting outside in a warm summer breeze with 39% humidity. days are made for long drives with a sweet mix cd blaring at max along the 401. days are made for the anticipation of being reunited with those ive missed being around eight months of the year.
cuz fuck it all, this day's gonna be amazing. |
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