Thursday, November 24, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
I sat across from an interesting character on the train. Nondescript, well, business-like I guess. Then he turned on his mp3 player and he really got into the music. Head bobbing, shoe tapping, air piano and drums. He looked like he was so moved he was going to cry.
I would've given my venti green tea misto to know what he was listening to.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
I have a sore back.
I have a letter I can't send.I have desire,
it falters and falls down,
it calls you up drunk at three or four a.m.
to wonder when...wonderful.
All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull.
Pulled along or pulled apart.
The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.
I have a story that I'd like to tell you,
it's littered with settings and second takes.
I have a feeling that hums with the street lights
and hides under ice in always frozen lakes.
My mistake to make you cringe.
Another greeting like a broken creaky hinge to oil
and push or pry apart.
The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.
Found a cure for being sure,
and, sure as anything,
I'll smile for my reckoning.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
The coffee maker was the only machine that functioned properly all day. Legitimate problems with the copier, printer, heater, email, fax machine, courier, phones...
Yeesh. But it can only get better.
I work for the man now. Specifically, the middle man.
A paper pusher. But right now I feel like I'm just pushing a deck of slippery cards around in circles and I don't know whether ace is high or low.
Monday, October 03, 2005
I was standing on the sidewalk behind the 1 Street LRT station and this guy starts waving to me from the platform. Do I know this guy? I give him a little wave. Maybe he really wants a sample. He runs over and hands me a piece of paper. It's a print-off of some kind of election website, by the looks of it. "Send me an email!" he yells as he runs to catch his train.
I shoved the piece of paper in my pocket. I'll throw it out later.
Now, upon closer inspection, I see the paper says:
"A Canadian government message encourages me to know someone like you better for an eventual marriage"
"Let me be the candidate of your personal choice now if you are nubile"
You have to see this.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
NyQuil really works. Yay for product endorsement!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Sunday, September 11, 2005
and he said "well I'm really not sure"
he asked him "then how do you know where to get off"
and he said "the place with the most allure"
So maybe we didn't take a bus there but Vancouver sure does have allure.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Four tiny pieces of glass that I found in the pocket of my coat after Erin and I totalled her parents' car that slippery December day.
More glass in the form of those little fishtank marbles from Art30.
Pages and pages of copied notes in Icelandic.
The biggest, ugliest button you could ever imagine.
A letter from a mute girl. I have always hoped that the "special horse star girl" part was referring to me.
$2 from the Old Times.
Scorecard from an epic game of dice when we were camping in May. Guess who won.
An odd assortment of patches.
So you'll be glad to know I attacked the monster fearlessly - I was throwing things out with wild abandon. The orange garbage bag was bursting at the seams, or it would've been if it had any seams.
And now, the monster has been tamed. A fully functional and productive member of my room.
A noble use of a rainy day if I do say so myself.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Saturday, July 02, 2005
These words bobbed in and out of my vison every time I took a sip of my overpriced coffee today. I don't feel lost or fleetingly happy and I definitely don't want people to lie to me. I was just thinking about how sad it is that now coffeehouse conversation needs to be prompted by some random quote.
How ironic is it that I was reading Adbusters in a Chapters, drinking a venti nonfat vanilla latte? I assure you I would support local business if there was any up here.
Reading Adbusters wasn't really a good idea. I used to criticize them for being all about the shock-factor but they now seem to be making progress- they're being more constructive.
But for what?
Is wearing socially responsible shoes going to really change things?
I don't know why I bother reading that trash. I'm not looking for hope.
I know Culture Jamming is not the answer.
But I was just feeling really odd today.
Disconnected, I guess.
Ten minutes before I was supposed to be at work- with no way of getting there - and I was just sitting at my computer, reading my email, not especially worried. At all.
After work I realized, again, I hadn't arranged a way to get home. So I started to walk with my bag full of leftover Yuha coolers.
Two hours later, I am home.
I thought about why I feel disconnected- why I am not connected. Simply put, I haven't connected with anyone today. Sure, there was plenty of conversation at work ("It's a new vodka cooler with 55% real fruit juice and it's not carbonated. We have mango-citrus, and orange-passionfruit-guava. Would you like to try both?") but there was nothing real.
I realized that I need that real conversation.
And I am so thankful for all the wonderful people in my life who help me stay connected.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Really. How perfect is that?
Enough about how great my blog is...
It's Feelings Time!
I'm feeling a little sad right now. Only shallowly, however. I won't be going to San Fran this summer, nor will I be able to take that course in Vancouver in August. It's the too-bad-it-didn't-work-out-but-it-is-probably-for-the-best kind of sadness, not to be confused with I'm-sick-of-this-rain sadness.
On the contrary, I love this rain.
Heavy rainfall warning?
Bring it on.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
"Did that woman at the store yesterday really ask where the dried raisins were?"
"Is it weird that I am almost nineteen and I can't remember how the 'I' Before 'E' rule goes?"
- or -
"Why do I keep making new promises when I can barely live up to the ones I have already made?"
That's the Big One - the question that makes me feel ill.
Then I sink back to sleep until a song that slowly digs its way into my consciousness wakes me.
The song I love waking up to these days is Iron & Wine's cover of "Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service.