I've started and stopped writing so many articles in the past 72 hours. Sometimes an idea hits me, and I start pounding away on the keyboard and then, for no good reason, I lose it justlikethat . I stare at the screen for a few, and then I start looking online elsewhere. I poke my head in on the Myspace mess, which is like a wild, sleazy, commercial-ridden promotional party. I usually update a song on my profile, despite the latest news about copyrights and record labels. Surprise, surpris...
some people... I've noticed that I'm pretty strong when it comes to opinions about people. Especially people who shift the blame on others they believe have less power than they do. An example of this involves a boom box. We use cheap audio equipment in the performance space simply because it's much easier to cue. You want to try that move again? Well instead of running upstairs and finding the cue to play on the loud speakers, or hiring someone else to just perch in the booth all ...
Nothing's working this morning, and that includes me. I have another day off, and I'm bored, bored, bored. But I guess everybody else is doing their own thing, so there's not much new to read or comment on. My gmail is down, so I can't get to that certain project that I'm sporadically working on, and Joeuser is being a bitch to me. There's some kind of glitch happening, but because my Myspace is fucking up too, I've got that sad feeling that all is caused by this computer that I'm using, n...
Snow's coming. My sister smelled the air, my neighbour stared at the clouds, and they both proclaimed it to be so. I don't have that kind of power. I know it's snowing when I see flakes falling, can tell it's raining by hearing the drops pitter patter, and know that it's hot out when I start sweating. It's that easy. My fall has been luxuriously lazy. Yes, there has been some very hectic weeks while in production, but I've also had ample time between productions to make up for all t...
Some nights, the only thing I want to do is drive. A country road, or a four lane highway, either is good for me if the sky is bright with stars and moonlight. Sometimes I bring along a disc or two, and way back when I'd have a shoebox of old homemade casettes between the bucket seats. More often than not, I just idly slide through the dial, stopping when I hear a good song by The Wallflowers, Tracy Chapman, or Michael Penn. If I'm feeling really patriotic, I slip in a little Danny Mich...
You could look at this two ways: I'm either going to spend some money on beer, smokes, and late night pizza, winding up with a headache later the next day, or I'm going to go and shake it a bit, dancing to the likes of Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock, Prince, and The Cure and have a helluva good time doing so. You decide. I've got a touch of writer's block. That's news. Everything I start out writing, seems like gold, but by the end of it all, it's just tarnished shite on a mantle, so I hit d...
I think I'm getting stupider when it comes to the JU trivia challenge. If I do well one day, it automatically means that I'm going to suck the next, and finish that game dead last. So many times, I'll think that I'm going to mess up an answer and it turns out right, but often, when I'm certain that the answer I've given is correct, I'm met with a big X in the scoring later. I puff myself up though, by observing that it is American centred, and as a Canadian, my country's history questi...
This year, I swear I'm going to send Christmas cards. Every year before, I've gotten as far as addressing envelopes and writing a short letter but have never finished up by affixing stamps and bringing them to the post office. I've got two or three years worth of unmailed cards in a desk drawer at home. So, this year, I swear I'll actually mail 'em, if you send me an email with your mailing address if you like that sort of thing. May even include a pic of me and my girl! (And, in the...
This morning it snowed. First, tiny flakes that could have changed to rain in an instant. Not so long after, they grew, turned into big, fat, heavy flakes that fell slowly to the ground. For the first time I saw that November gray. Not a shade of blue in the sky, instead, the color of stone. Cold stone that encloses us all in, stone that can make anyone just want to lay down and die. A load of laundry and some dishes done in exchange for a few hours on the computer to catch up on my readin...
Yesterday's work consisted of painting flowers and leaves, videotaping Michael Greyeyes and Santee Smith, and assembling a chandelier. I don't care how pretty chandeliers are to some people, but this cements it; it's the first and last time, baby. Michael asked me if I could run sound, and I had to answer that I didn't know how, but the better answer should have been, "Yes. No problem." I just don't know enough, yet. So many people have been kind enough to show me how, and I know I've ask...
Girls don't fight. They fight differently from boys. Girls fight with their words, not with their fists, etc., etc., etc... Yes, girls can be catty. Backstabbing, gossipy vicious bitches, all of us. But for the most part, it's common knowledge that girls react differently than boys. Why throw a punch when sullying a pristine reputation would work just as well? Why get all bruised up when you can turn everyone against the other person? Me? I struggle constantly with the urge to...
Another day of hardly working... I spent the tail-end of the morning using iMovie to create a DVD of recent peformances, and then it was off to the Theatre to prep the space. First the ugly work, sweeping, washing floors, cleaning dressing rooms. However, all chores after that, weren't chores at all, but excellent learning and laughing opportunities. Michael Greyeyes Link and Santee Smith Link came in this afternoon, after we set the stage and did a little basic lighti...
Chuck me in the shallow water Before I get too deep... Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians I don't know what I am these days. All that past stress about working shifts, arranging childcare, and never getting regular days off is out the window, replaced by an exceptional amount of free time and no real responsibilities. Until January, I am simply on production hours. In about 2 weeks I am going to be insanely busy, with very little free time, but now, I only have 10 hours a week to ...
It all goes downhill, when it becomes difficult to think up a decent title... A rather slow start to the day... I dropped Kole off at school, and watched her walk away. I didn't want her to leave today, though I know how important school is for her. No, instead I wanted to call her back, keep the car, and go to the mall where we could look in the stores together. She's at the age now where stores that sell cheap jewelry and fashions to preteens rock, and while she doesn't wear mak...
Rhymes With Orange... The colors almost knocked me over this morning. Reds, yellows and oh! the oranges. It was overstimulating, and the gray skies only amped up the colors that much more. It was simply the best fall day, when the air is heavy with fog, and the leaves crunch satisfyingly beneath your sneakers. The smell of the earth was so powerful, and only intensified with the slow drizzle that began later in the afternoon. I went out of my way to get a coffee, and it was nice...