January 2011
3 posts
Don’t fucking tell me when I can and can’t be your friend. Not cool. Not what friends do. Been through that more than my share. I can choose, too.
I.
As January comes to an end - one twelfth of the year - it’s time to get it all out. I’ve never been much for New Years’ resolutions, let alone following them. Though they always seem to give everybody drive…right? Something to work towards? Or, in my opinion, fail at. I’ve got only two goals for this year (so far):
1. Write a book.
2. Record an album. (one of...
Stranger in a Strange Land
It’s weird, because of the amount of time I spend at home by myself, at night, to see my family here during the day. I practically live out of my backpack - for school, work, or leisure - carrying it everywhere I go, filled with the “necessities” of life. And when I see my parents in what is actually their house, it feels like they are actually just relatives, coming to visit me...
December 2010
1 post
I’m sitting on a bus, staring off into the sunlight as it falls on another day, and another year. Tom Waits is singing “we’re all gonna be just dirt in the ground.” And I cant help but think that’s all we are. It’s true. Nothing you can be or live up to matters; you can’t keep it all when you’re gone. That is the wrap-up of my year and it...
November 2010
1 post
I think that I am not the blogging type.
This doesn’t mean, though, that I will not blog. I guess it just means that I’m not into it right now, the same way I’m not really into a lot of things these days. I think this is evident, and if you don’t understand why, don’t worry about it. I think I’ve got a writer’s block at the moment, too. This time, though,...
August 2010
1 post
July 2010
11 posts
I have no way yet — I haven’t had time to rationalize it to myself — to explain the anger I feel towards my current place of employment, Empire Theatres, since I’ve returned to work these past few weeks. It might have to do with the unnecessary (I think) changes to rules, protocols, management, systematic things, etc. etc. But regardless, it seems that every night I walk...
“If you don’t have a struggle already inside of you or around you, you have...”
– Jack White.
Click here. →
I’ve really gotten into these guys lately, especially since getting back from Germany. I needed something foreign in my life, so I took to Icelandic post-rock. That, and I watched a documentary on them on one of my flights home. Listen to it. Love it. (You don’t have to watch the video - it’s not that great.)
Sigur Rós - Flugufrelsarinn.
I’m sorry I haven’t been consistent in my blogging (or, if you will, consistently inconsistent). I’ve been quite tied up with work, life and, this past weekend, Evolve. This I will write about sometime soon.
That is directed at anybody who would read my pathetic ramble. All I have to say for now is this which I believe to be true:
I think she’s getting over me.
A song for a friend.
Stylin’ A.D.
This girl I know is mighty fine
And she’s got modern intellect
Intelligence
And she can place my bets_
On a warm and sunny day
Sitting on the beach
She reads philosophy
And that’s good enough for me_
She’s waving her paintbrushes, trying to impress me
It’s obvious to everyone, and you know that I see
She’s stylin’, she’s...
German Story Of The Day
Upon arriving in Kassel and meeting my house family, my sister had planned to take me out on the town to experience some down-home German culture. I sure did experience something — mostly panic in the aftermath — but we’ll get to that, all in good time.
First of all, we took the bus and the Straßenbahn (tram) which I found quite different from home, and very convenient. On every...
There’s something calming in standing barefoot on a wet patio in the middle of the night, with drizzle falling on my head and forming a layer of small drops that don’t permeate my hair, not knowing which way the wind is blowing, and gazing into the trees as it does, reminiscent of the mountains, valleys and oceans it may have passed over before getting here, to me.
In conclusion, the...
I want to write music like Sigur Rós, Conor Oberst, Hawksley Workman, and Rebekah Higgs.
And lyrics like Tony Dekker, Dan Mangan, Emily Haines and Mark Hamilton.
A poem.
I think it’s about music and a girl. Sitting here, thinking about it.
Always thinking about it.
Has it not been so long that I could focus my thoughts somewhere else? I am still so dependent on this idea — the past — and it’s a cloud of darkness hanging over my head.
The dog barks. I snap out of it.
The music feels so good, but I can’t create something that...
I might have a job in Ingonish for the summer. YAY.
Insight into a foreign mind
Remember that story you read in high school about people that were prisoners in a cave and never left it? It follows that one of these people was released and went out into the light for the first time, and when he returned he did not know how to describe it to the rest - grass, trees, sunlight, etc. It also mentions that he comes back seeing the dark atmosphere in the cave and the people around...
June 2010
1 post
I’ve been in Germany for one month as of yesterday (which is still today for you all at home). I haven’t posted anything, not once. I’d like to have, all throughout. But alas, the days get eaten up being in school and stuff. No big deal. Tomorrow I might write something. I’d like to.
Coming soon: life in Germany explained.
April 2010
16 posts
A thought. Only one.
I should also say that I, too, am not practical. I am a dreamer as well. I’m not very well-grounded or logical. Only when I think in great depth do I realize what I should be doing, and stray away from what I am doing. What I am and what I want to be are strangers to each other. Passive, meet Aggressive.
I just had a wonderful night in Ingonish with my pals, and surprisingly I remember all of it! I was also very pensive for quite a while about stuff, people, my life. I’ll have to elaborate on it at a later date. For now I’m in Cape Breton for the first time in 4 months, and it may be the last time for at least the next 2.
I’M GOING TO GERMANY IN 5 DAYS. I’ve got my Euros...
Trip to Cape Breton in 2 hours. So. Pumped.
Trip to Germany in 6 days. More. So. Pumped.
I like my theme, I’m not changing it right now.
“Because she’s a psycho.”
– Amy.
I’m perplexed about what to think. I have more words to say than time allows. I’ll say this: I don’t like liars, but in this context hypocrites. You told me you’d wait, but not forever. I understood. It still feels, though, like an insult almost. I still feel somehow cheated. And to go that far? I know you’re honest, but it hurts a bit. I didn’t think I’d...
1,001 Words About China
This isn’t very well written, I feel. 13 cents may get you a handful of penny candy at the corner store, but this is a rare occurrence these days. To find a novelty like that, it’d be best to start your search back in the nineties. To a sweatshop worker in China, this is the hourly wage on which one must support a family – or at least try to.
Among the country’s billion residents, it’s...
I’m pretty damn inspried now, but I’ll have to wait a while till I can write something.
If I had it my way, I’d write all day. I’m inspired, sort of, and don’t have the time to build on it. Obligations are taking over me. Hopefully after Wednesday I’ll have some me time.
Maybe I won't be flying through Iceland... →
Regarding the theory of sacrifice, and flying...
Sacrifice (noun) - the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim.
How does one decide what is worth having, what is worth giving up, or what won’t make a difference either way? It may be a tuna sandwich, or it may be a relationship with a friend who knows your deepest, darkest secrets. Can one...
I’m terrified of the thought of not being able to write. To be a struggling artist with a perpetual writer’s block. This is what happens when I’m in such a deep hole of procrastination and have tasks to complete that I just don’t have the drive to finish. I consistently get sidetracked, and ideas spark that make me want to create, but more often than not I’m not...
I am now going to read the fuck out of these notes [the ones I do have]. And I only have one Red Bull. Have to make it last. Damn you, exam season. You make the spring suck.
TODAY, I’m going to write until the pen is empty, goddamnit. Since Sobeys is open today, a pack of energy drinks will be mine, and will be guzzled violently. 3,500 words to go. Starting NOW.
I have a story to post, ps. Once I get home and find the notebook it’s in, I’ll do that, too.
I am going to write all night. Who knows what I will write, whether papers, songs, stories or blogs. But I will write. And I’ll probably have to do some reading too. I only hope I can stay awake. I need to. I’ll write all about it when I’m through.
Take this, for example, it’s probably going to be in a song, though just an excerpt for now: Chain smoking, even before...
March 2010
24 posts
Always leave something till the end, something...
Advice for the day: hold the door open for people. It will make (me/you) feel better about what (I’m/you’re) not doing for (my/your)self. But also, do it for yourself.
Does anyone ever really think about the greater good anymore? Or am I one of a dying breed? I know I can’t cure world hunger, global warming, or ignorance. But I can try. All it takes is one. Isn’t that what...
“Didn’t do his part. Didn’t understand. Foolishly believed the...”
– The Tom Fun Orchestra - Throw Me To The Rats.
I wasn’t actually up all night. Passed out after work. So keep holding your breath.
I guess we’ll never be stranded on tropical islands again. Unless, of course, we are part of the cast of LOST.
Courses Finally Chosen!
No thanks to the swift reaction of SMU Student Accounts.
Fall:
Advanced Oral & Written German
Advanced French Language Skills I
The Discipline of History
Intro to Socio-Cultural Anthropology Intro to Literature Written in French
Winter:
Advanced French Language Skills II
Modern German Literature
Contemporary German Culture
War & Memory in the 20th Century Intro to Archaeology...
New Inheritors →
I wanted to post this song, but it passes the 10MB limit. So go download it. It’s free.
Wintersleep - New Inheritors.
It’s good, but I’m not sure if it’s anything extravagant. Keeps with their spacey sort of sound, but it has maybe a bit of folk in it [?]. Almost a Weighty Ghost feel to it, but not as strong. See for yourself. I’m interested in hearing the whole...
On history and guilt.
Listen to Company Store I posted not long ago, and you’ll hear all about mining history in Cape Breton. And I’m sure there might be a hint of guilt there too, FYI, A.
I’ll talk about what I know from studying: German history. They’ve got a lot of guilt attached, based on, well, 10 years combined of warrant causes. Even after that, there’s still about 45 years [?] or...
Q has a five year plan.
It’s not like I want to industrialize a communist country, don’t worry. It’s just a couple of solid goals that I’ve been putting off and/or won’t be able to do in less than that time, I think. As of now, the list includes: Record/release 1 or more albums. As has been elaborated on before, I don’t have any cash flow for that, so I’m giving myself that...
It's Q-Wants-To-Quit-School Day.
I’m not sure what about going to SMU is making me happy, but somehow I continue. I’d much rather have gotten up this morning, and sat out on the back deck, enjoying the sun. Instead I had to put up with the overcrowded buses [full of young children on the way home, no less] and watch 6 or more people filter into Mythology late, coffees in hand, weaving their way down the aisles towards...
The Ides of March.
Caesar: The Ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Aye, Caesar, but not gone.
So, it’s been 2054 years since the old fellow died. Too bad.
Today, I passed 500 tweets, inherited an essay assignment for Modern Latin America that I have 3 days left to write, wrote a new song instead of doing a mound of homework, and soon I will be going to yet another free movie at Empire. Succesful, no?
The...
Here ya go:
Greg MacPherson - Company Store....
River, it streams, like one's consciousness.
Spring may be in the air during the day, but damn! You still need at least a sweater to go from the house to the car at night. To quote my Twitter: it’s like we’re on Mars. Hot days, but the nights are frigid.
It would be remiss if I didn’t apologize for the lack of substance to the previous few posts; life’s been a bit hectic. Preparing for Germany, let alone the classes...
