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29.09.05
The first rains have come; the cold and steady drizzle of autumn. The mushrooms have swelled, white and glistening, in the damp, lanky green of the lawn. Fallen leaves are glazed with water, soon to become a sticky sludge of mold and decay. Summer washes down the gutters under the weak gray light of shortening days.
This all feels familiar, and until now has been accompanied by sloshing boots, buses filled with dripping umbrellas, the moistness of drying coats in warm, fluorescent-lit rooms. A time of new beginnings and old rhythms. But now I am waiting, or more accurately, still waiting. This is a non-time, one that will largely be edited out of my life story, filled with daytime TV and its commercials for homemakers and the unemployed. Days of nothingness, during which I edge closer to one or both of the aforementioned categories. This time is finite, thankfully, only I don’t know when word will come, it is past due and could still be a ways off yet. So for now I sit in a quiet and empty house, and watch the rain.
25.09.05
Last Friday afternoon was the most frustrating one in recent memory. It involved phone calls
to Coquitlam, Kamloops, and India. To find out more, click here. A warning though; it's long, but believe me, it felt longer.
24.09.05
Watch Celia die. At our regular Pholicious
meeting, Celia decides to eat an entire chili pepper. It was hot. Two other guys take the plunge as well. I took a video, but I can't upload it to this host, it's too big.
I stopped shooting when it got scary. She was fine in the end, see:
she's fine. Yogurt courtesy of oOWenyOo.
07.05.06 EDIT: The video works now:
22.09.05
For Allan
who is also waiting around for red tape and other things beyond our control to happen before we start work. His
three wishes: world tennis champ, Aston Martin AMV8 Vantage, and world peace, so here you go. This is what happens
when illustrators have too much time on their hands.
08.09.05
My teeth feel invincible. Like titanium or adamantine. I am newly returned from the dentist, having absorbed fortifying fluoride ions from that minty mucus in the squishy plastic denture trays. My teeth feel sharper somehow, part of me wants to gnaw through young saplings, part of me wants to never eat anything hard again so I won’t lose this dental confidence. I had a new hygienist today, she deduced that I grew up here due to the lack of decay and seemingly evident fluoride treatments exhibited by my teeth. She also guessed I’m not one for sugary snacks. My dentist noticed what is apparently an Asian pattern of plaque buildup underneath my gumlines. It’s also possible to surmise that I’m right-handed due to the difference in the level of gum inflammation on my right and left sides. My family goes to the same place, and my dentist recalled that my parents were planning on going away this summer, that she had previously used an ultrasonic cleaner-thing on me, and had a good enough mental picture of my molars to spot an increased amount of wear on my cusps. It’s both scary and comforting that there are people that know these things about me. And I’m leaving all of it behind, all these idiosyncratic connections. But I’m still excited to be going, and I have a postcard waiting at the dentist which will find me in six months to remind me of my next checkup. I am not losing these connections, only expanding upon them. And I am armed with invincible teeth.
Okay, I was going to make this site more Montréal-centered, but that's still in the works and my old site is behaving very badly, so I'm actually creating content. No firm date on the move yet, I'll keep you posted.
27.08.05
I have succumbed. I am blogging. Shouting into the chaos of everyone else shouting back.
But I have an excuse.
I'm moving to Montréal. When? dunno, but soon. Why? job. This seems more efficient than mass emailing and
clogging inboxes with photos. Although some of you have pointed out that you're too lazy to check a website. And
so I compromise and I will email you about the website updates. Is this going to be one of those "got up, ate a
croissant, went to work, came home, slept" kind of blogs? Maybe, but I hope not. Alright, I don't like this entry,
we'll call it a placeholder for something better.
Thanks to Liz for setting up this account.
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