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...
She sat on the picnic table, gently peeling a scab from her knee. It was a slow process, and she hissed as it lifted away, revealing a bubble of red blood. It was almost off her body, and by the time she finally held it in her hand, there was a fine crimson trail dripping down towards her dollar store flip-flops. She stared at her stick legs, her knobby knees. Her mother had spent much of that summer reaffirming that soon those stick legs of hers would begin to curve and become more sha...
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 ...
One of my favorite books is a JG Ballard novel entitled High-Rise because the story is good, the cover style appeals to me, and because it is just the right size. I got it at a second-hand bookstore, and it has that slightly musty paperback smell. It was owned by a Lillian something-or-other which threw me for a second, because I would have expected to find her name carefully etched into a classics novel or possibly a mystery novel penned by some female writer under an initialed pseu...
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...
Kevin Costner, how much you have done to hang my head. First Dragonfly, but I won't succumb to watching Robin Hood, Prince of Theives, I promise you that much. Guilty pleasures in watching Bull Durham, though. And what were you thinking about, teaming up with Ashton Kutcher? Leon's sent two young bucks to heft an old dryer out of the apartment, and bring in the first new appliance I've ever had. Granted, my sister paid for it. I'm sure, that if she's out of Native Housing before the dryer...
I've been reading books and watching movies lately, and perhaps because of the subject material, or just my own currrent frame of mind, I've had that one question whirling around upstairs. I like to read, but I sure don't like to spend a lot of money on something that I'm going to tear through in an hour or so. I got Out Of Silence at a reuse store: I should have been out 19.99 Cdn, but instead I only had to drop 3.99. I was in a hurry though, and I really didn't spend much time ...