Turned away from it all Like the blind man Sat on a fence but it don't work Keep coming up with love But it's so slashed and torn Why why why? Under Pressure -Queen/David Bowie My mind is everywhere and nowhere, it seems. Listening to the CBC morning radio show one morning, I heard of a woman who claimed that the Queen/David Bowie song Under Pressure always made her cry. I like the song, but admittedly, never really listened to the lyrics of the song, than just bopped my head...

Time is on my side, yes it is Time is on my side, yes it is Now you always say That you want to be free But you'll come running back (said you would baby) You'll come running back (I said so many times before) You'll come running back to me. The Rolling Stones/Meade I went to a reunion of sorts. A girl I used to hang out with in highschool was celebrating her 36th birthday and her husband threw her a surprise party for it. Yes, there was a theme (Prom-Enchantment U...

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head. Summer in the City by The Lovin' Spoonful (John Sebastian - Mark Sebastian - Steve Boone) I've got city legs. We walked everywhere. We went to Kensington Market and Chinatown, the ROM and the AGO, and did the touristy thing at the CN Tower...

In the paper today tales of war and of waste But you turn right over to the T.V. page... -Neil Finn/Crowded House. A morning of cleaning, followed by news of bomb threats in San Fransisco, pending Severe Warning weather watches brought on by global warming, and Oprah's midafternoon horror show about the Avian Flu/pandemic. Before it all comes down, I want enjoy myself. I want to watch some good movies, have a good meal, and go for one last ride on my bike, followed by a cool pint and...

- Go to Toronto for a couple of days with Kole and do the touristy thang. - Sleep in every morning. - Go to the Piggy, order a tray or two, and play pool. * see link. - Ditch work early tonight to see Money Money in concert and get a head start on holiday fun. - Paint my apartment: a bluey grey for my bathroom, a light brown/tan for the main living room/dining area wall, and another color for my bedroom. I want this amazing red/burgundy bedspread, but have no clue how to decora...

It's that time o'year, but strangely, this is about the first in a decade where I haven't had some insane crush on a fool. Okay, yeah, I still think the guy at work is cute, and find that some of my friends are completely and totally righteous, but I can't say that I can't sleep at night for thinking of someone else. It's a bit of a relief while at the same time being a bit of a bore. What did you say? Meaningful relationship? Sure. I know that other people have 'em. Unfortunately, ...

Money, get away. Get a good job with good pay and youre okay. Money, its a gas. Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash. -Pink Floyd The long weekend is drawing to a close and I've just examined the financial ruins that a pow-wow, wedding, and a rainy weekend can produce. Native Indian food, cheap souveniers, beer, and Blockbuster does cost some coin, for sure. The pow-wow was the first of the season, but it was cold, windy, rainy, and at times, snowy. I didn't talk mu...

Here's the difference between me and my twin... if there's a something that needs to be done, and she knows how to do it, she does it right away. Dishes done right after a meal. Floor washed if something sticky falls on it. Laundry done by the load, not when the last clean item of clothing is worn. She's shipshape, yes, but she can also be unmotivated when it comes to a challenge. I'm more of a procrastinator. Dull and boring chores just make me lie on the couch longer. But if there's ...

I like my liver just fine the way she is. I know that she's not in prime condition anymore, but she's definitely worn-in like a good pair of sneakers, or the perfectly faded jeans. My liver is experienced enough to handle impromptu parties without putting up too much of a fuss the next morning, and she's competent enough to resist protesting when I make a sudden switch from beer to cocktails. I treat her nice. I give her a taste of the bubbly, and she makes sure I do not get alcohol ...

I could almost taste the salt wind... ...and I could faintly hear the the clanging of bells in the distance. The squawk of seagulls were real. (McDonald's is not a block away.) But, if I squinted my eyes just the right way, the back deck at my parents' house actually did resemble the rear of the Black Pearl. Imagination is a powerful thing. My girl and I have been playing Pirates every time we're at my parents' home, and at times, it just seems so real. She lets me be Captain...

My girl's getting into science, big time. Any books that she gets from the library are either about experiments, wildlife, or space. Any toys that she wants seem to be more to deal with animals, vegetables and minerals than the colors pink and Barbie. (And I'm in no way complaining about this point!) Any thing that we do afterschool involves long hikes, trips to the nearby zoo, or dangling feet in the nearby river. There's nothing wrong with any of this, but for one thing. I hate...

"This is not your island. This is our island. And the only reason you're living on it is because we let you live on it... We've got a misunderstanding, Jack — your people, my people. So listen carefully. Right here there's a line. You cross that line, we go from misunderstanding to something else. Now give me your weapons, turn around, go home." - The 'Others' speak to Jack "Can I ask you something?" "Shoot." "How long do you think it would take to train an army?" ...

I'm blogonstipated. I've got a handful of places where I post regularly, but really, anything goes for all of em. I find that my myspace account is generally music-oriented, I guess because of the format. I wrote a blog about dance music, and am still getting the vibe, I guess. I'm also in the middle of gathering a bunch of great 80's music for a cd compilation (oooh the power!) and I'm simply in love with myself right now. I shoulda been a dj. But really, I haven't been posting...

After a month of insecurities, worries and disgust, I now seem to be empty of all that is negative. It seems that overnight it has disappated, like the morning fog. Instead of worrying about what cannot be changed, I've focused on what can be changed instead. My house is cleaner, and has been relieved of the things that tie me down. -Papers that date back to my college days: gone. -Dishes given by well-meaning relatives that are simply not my style: gone. -Happy Meal toys made by ch...