Job interview on Friday. Really keeping the fingers crossed. I think they're starting to turn purple. Not a glory job, but it's the salary, hours, and location. Should free me up to do stuff other than work -- like join a new band, write more often, and kick back -- the important part being relaxing. Not a whole lot of that when you're freelancing cheque to cheque and your clients are late paying you.
So that's the good news. My kitty says "hi."
So that's the good news. My kitty says "hi."
A friend of mine and I have started a family dinner night with our friends. It might turn into a little cooking show that we'll vlog online. If/when it happens, I'll post a link of course.
In other news... the constant rain here ruined the roof of the dojo this week, forcing us to miss classes. Finally get to go back today. I've never been an athletic person before, but it's actually quite amazing. My body is actually anticipating class today and I feel some sort of excitement in my muscles and bones... hard to explain, but it's definitely not just in my head as most things are. I feel more connected like this. It's kinda cool.
In other news... the constant rain here ruined the roof of the dojo this week, forcing us to miss classes. Finally get to go back today. I've never been an athletic person before, but it's actually quite amazing. My body is actually anticipating class today and I feel some sort of excitement in my muscles and bones... hard to explain, but it's definitely not just in my head as most things are. I feel more connected like this. It's kinda cool.
This is raw unedited or anything, so just take it as it is...
Ahem...
The breath of winter bit her lips in the early morning light. Charmed as she was by the stoic progression of the seasons, it never seemed to impress her all that much. The awkwardness of walking on cold-hardned mud always removed the pleasure from a walk in the October mornings.
Despite her grievances, she did love one things about fall no matter what -- scarves. Hers was a motley collection of colours tasteful for the season. Pashmina; it was soft, light, and warm against the gusts of wind. When you had a good scarf there was nothing in the world that could get in your way; not even an early winter. With her pashmina scarf, she walked forward with a smile; a power in her stride that challenged the elements.
There were things she would remember on walks like these with her scarf and the morning ahead. The kitchen and the kettle. The whistle when tea was ready. Her mother, sugar cubes, and sweet biscuits. These memories made her smile, but not like her scarf did. It was a smiled layered with grief and heavy longing.
A lock of her green hair falls free from a sudden gust rushing across the fields. She flicks it back in place behind her ear and adjusts her sack. It's a rough road and she thinks of how far she still has to go.
She notices the old forest trail as she passes by. It used to be called the fairy road some time ago by her and her sister. It led to a magical cove with an old abandoned cottage where the fairies lived. They used to play all sorts of games there in the vibrant summers of youth. The fairies were hiding of course and their favorite game was trying to find them.
She came to a stop and turned back towards the trail. Home can wait. The path was beginning to be grown over by the surrounding forest and the fallen autumn leaves formed a sort of "yellow brick road." Feeling some excitement rise up within, she kicked up the leaves as she went. She felt like she was visiting some fantasy come-to-life; suddenly Neverland could be a real place and Tinkerbell would fly out of the woods at any moment to take her away. Memory had become a myth in her life and for the first time she was witness to evidence that her childhood actually happened... it wasn't make belief.
The cottage was missing most of its roof and all of the windows. The rest of it appears to have survived the years and weather quite well. The little cove must've been magical after all. She had to force the old door off its rusting and cumbling hinges. Inside, plants and decay had uplifted many of the floorboards. The air was still here. It smelled like the kind of age that remained timeless and never moved. Almost everything, despite the damage, was just as she remembered it.
The fantasy world she grew up in began to pull itself over her eyes. She could hear the laughter of her sister in an exposed corner of the cottage. The sun shone brighter and for a moment it all came back to her in a vivid waking dream. The warm early summer breeze gently blew, filling the air with lazy dandelion fluff from the cove outside. Her sister brought in a bouquet of the flowers in for the fairies. Her child-self followed suit and they both placed their flowers by the little stone fireplace. That was when they both vowed to believe in magic and fairies forever.
She turned to leave. She remembered the promise and had forgotten it until now. The world outside this cottage was devoid of fairies. No one knows why or when it happens, but girls like her grow up. Sobering moments and the trials of life had taught her that there was no such thing as magic. She could no langer stand the sight of the cottage or the fantasies it kept in the decaying walls. Her presence spoiled its very existence.
---- feel free to critique if you'd like. I just wrote it while having coffee this morning.
Ahem...
The breath of winter bit her lips in the early morning light. Charmed as she was by the stoic progression of the seasons, it never seemed to impress her all that much. The awkwardness of walking on cold-hardned mud always removed the pleasure from a walk in the October mornings.
Despite her grievances, she did love one things about fall no matter what -- scarves. Hers was a motley collection of colours tasteful for the season. Pashmina; it was soft, light, and warm against the gusts of wind. When you had a good scarf there was nothing in the world that could get in your way; not even an early winter. With her pashmina scarf, she walked forward with a smile; a power in her stride that challenged the elements.
There were things she would remember on walks like these with her scarf and the morning ahead. The kitchen and the kettle. The whistle when tea was ready. Her mother, sugar cubes, and sweet biscuits. These memories made her smile, but not like her scarf did. It was a smiled layered with grief and heavy longing.
A lock of her green hair falls free from a sudden gust rushing across the fields. She flicks it back in place behind her ear and adjusts her sack. It's a rough road and she thinks of how far she still has to go.
She notices the old forest trail as she passes by. It used to be called the fairy road some time ago by her and her sister. It led to a magical cove with an old abandoned cottage where the fairies lived. They used to play all sorts of games there in the vibrant summers of youth. The fairies were hiding of course and their favorite game was trying to find them.
She came to a stop and turned back towards the trail. Home can wait. The path was beginning to be grown over by the surrounding forest and the fallen autumn leaves formed a sort of "yellow brick road." Feeling some excitement rise up within, she kicked up the leaves as she went. She felt like she was visiting some fantasy come-to-life; suddenly Neverland could be a real place and Tinkerbell would fly out of the woods at any moment to take her away. Memory had become a myth in her life and for the first time she was witness to evidence that her childhood actually happened... it wasn't make belief.
The cottage was missing most of its roof and all of the windows. The rest of it appears to have survived the years and weather quite well. The little cove must've been magical after all. She had to force the old door off its rusting and cumbling hinges. Inside, plants and decay had uplifted many of the floorboards. The air was still here. It smelled like the kind of age that remained timeless and never moved. Almost everything, despite the damage, was just as she remembered it.
The fantasy world she grew up in began to pull itself over her eyes. She could hear the laughter of her sister in an exposed corner of the cottage. The sun shone brighter and for a moment it all came back to her in a vivid waking dream. The warm early summer breeze gently blew, filling the air with lazy dandelion fluff from the cove outside. Her sister brought in a bouquet of the flowers in for the fairies. Her child-self followed suit and they both placed their flowers by the little stone fireplace. That was when they both vowed to believe in magic and fairies forever.
She turned to leave. She remembered the promise and had forgotten it until now. The world outside this cottage was devoid of fairies. No one knows why or when it happens, but girls like her grow up. Sobering moments and the trials of life had taught her that there was no such thing as magic. She could no langer stand the sight of the cottage or the fantasies it kept in the decaying walls. Her presence spoiled its very existence.
---- feel free to critique if you'd like. I just wrote it while having coffee this morning.
Just got back from the long weekend. I don't know what to think of it. I often go away for this weekend and suffer the occasion for a chance to eat good food and get out of the city for a while. Usually it's good and I feel like I've been away for weeks. It's refreshing and leaves me with many good memories and insights. This time though, it just slipped me by. I was bored, passive, tired, and a little too relieved when I returned home.
Despite having trained on a beach on a brisk autumn morning. Tai chi, meditation and everything... well that part was the good part I guess. I've found that the soft ground makes strikes and rooted stances harder to maintain. It was quite intense.
Anyway, the job interview last week went okay. I wasn't expecting much considering it was for a big corporation and I don't have a degree... but we'll see. They seem like nice people.
X-Men 3 was actually cool, despite how low it was in my first impressions due to the sequel factor. I really hope they keep making these films -- probably because they're derived from a long series of comics, I can find some way to excuse the exploitation... also because they've exploited it so well. I dunno.
Maybe my standards are slipping?
Well here's hoping I find a job next week.
I should also start getting my ass back out there in the music scene. Bucket Records isn't dead and I'm still kicking.
Despite having trained on a beach on a brisk autumn morning. Tai chi, meditation and everything... well that part was the good part I guess. I've found that the soft ground makes strikes and rooted stances harder to maintain. It was quite intense.
Anyway, the job interview last week went okay. I wasn't expecting much considering it was for a big corporation and I don't have a degree... but we'll see. They seem like nice people.
X-Men 3 was actually cool, despite how low it was in my first impressions due to the sequel factor. I really hope they keep making these films -- probably because they're derived from a long series of comics, I can find some way to excuse the exploitation... also because they've exploited it so well. I dunno.
Maybe my standards are slipping?
Well here's hoping I find a job next week.
I should also start getting my ass back out there in the music scene. Bucket Records isn't dead and I'm still kicking.
I have an interview tomorrow. A web application developer position with a financial services company. Apparently they specialize in trading platforms for foreign currencies. It's not glamorous, but I'm not asking for glamorous anymore.
Glamorous will be shooting music videos, helping great bands make it, writing books and stories, farting around with neat ideas, and maybe one day becoming the teacher in my dojo. These I am content to do on my own time for now... but glamorous will be when I can do them full time. One day.
Still haven't stopped dreaming.
Glamorous will be shooting music videos, helping great bands make it, writing books and stories, farting around with neat ideas, and maybe one day becoming the teacher in my dojo. These I am content to do on my own time for now... but glamorous will be when I can do them full time. One day.
Still haven't stopped dreaming.
Throwback album of the week? Another post 2000 one, but still a good one:
Wisconsin Death Trip by Static-X
... I know. But no matter how much all these whiny-ass cock smears that fall under the 'numetal' flag suck; this is not a band that is one of them. I personally think they just got lumped in there with the rest of them because they're loud and metal-ish and pretty much any post-1998 metal got called that by MTV under the weight of pop music's horrible return from the grave.
In the end though, their career got sucked under by that label and they diverged pretty far from the album that established them (and IMO, seperated them out from the rest). I guess it didn't turn out too badly for them; many members of the band branched out into producing clothing lines, branding, etc (what is basically becoming cliche for musicians). I'm not sure whether their success-by-following-the-will-of-the-diluted-masses has made them happy or not; nor am I up on the current status of the band.
but...
What I do know is that Wisonsin Deathtrip is loud, crunchy, and often times completely manic. I found it to be very creative compared to their contemporaries -- instead of bitching about being spanked by daddy when they were a kid, they had gems about living transiently without any place to call home ("Isolation" -- one of my faves), drugs ("Sweat of the Bud"), and who knows what ("Loser" -- a really crazy and awesome tune). Be sure to check out "This is not," "Bled for days," and "Love dump" as well before passing judgement on this one.
Cheerio.
Wisconsin Death Trip by Static-X
... I know. But no matter how much all these whiny-ass cock smears that fall under the 'numetal' flag suck; this is not a band that is one of them. I personally think they just got lumped in there with the rest of them because they're loud and metal-ish and pretty much any post-1998 metal got called that by MTV under the weight of pop music's horrible return from the grave.
In the end though, their career got sucked under by that label and they diverged pretty far from the album that established them (and IMO, seperated them out from the rest). I guess it didn't turn out too badly for them; many members of the band branched out into producing clothing lines, branding, etc (what is basically becoming cliche for musicians). I'm not sure whether their success-by-following-the-will-of-the-diluted-masses has made them happy or not; nor am I up on the current status of the band.
but...
What I do know is that Wisonsin Deathtrip is loud, crunchy, and often times completely manic. I found it to be very creative compared to their contemporaries -- instead of bitching about being spanked by daddy when they were a kid, they had gems about living transiently without any place to call home ("Isolation" -- one of my faves), drugs ("Sweat of the Bud"), and who knows what ("Loser" -- a really crazy and awesome tune). Be sure to check out "This is not," "Bled for days," and "Love dump" as well before passing judgement on this one.
Cheerio.
How much do I want an Nintendo DS Lite? I would make a little bit of ASCII art to demonstrate for you, but I'm sure you're ISP's would probably cut you off before the download could finish. That's how much.
I could be close to getting one, I don't know. For now though I'm going to play it like I'm scraping by; partly because I am and partly because I should. Being thrust into this freelance gig before I was ready and even had enough money has put me on a pretty slim budget lately. Thought I would be ahead, but the bell has... tollen? tolled? Bah.
Nevermind.
Am I the only one who holds a special place in my heart for Message of Burma?
Continuing to read Transmet all over again. Warren Ellis is my hero.
I could be close to getting one, I don't know. For now though I'm going to play it like I'm scraping by; partly because I am and partly because I should. Being thrust into this freelance gig before I was ready and even had enough money has put me on a pretty slim budget lately. Thought I would be ahead, but the bell has... tollen? tolled? Bah.
Nevermind.
Am I the only one who holds a special place in my heart for Message of Burma?
Continuing to read Transmet all over again. Warren Ellis is my hero.
ether_medius' throwback album of the day --
Thirteenth Step by A Perfect Circle
I know it's like only 2003, but that's still 3 years ago.
I'm just going through my music collection and always coming across these albums I really loved a lot, but listened to so much that I stopped listening to them... and then I nearly forget them... but they come back to me and the experience is so much more rich for it.
I think I might post more of these "throwback albums" every now and then. Last week it was "Let it come down" by James Iha.
Thirteenth Step by A Perfect Circle
I know it's like only 2003, but that's still 3 years ago.
I'm just going through my music collection and always coming across these albums I really loved a lot, but listened to so much that I stopped listening to them... and then I nearly forget them... but they come back to me and the experience is so much more rich for it.
I think I might post more of these "throwback albums" every now and then. Last week it was "Let it come down" by James Iha.
A healthy dose of art always does the soul good.
11.5 hours of work today. I think my last post reflected the on-coming headache. No worries though, I'm awesome. I'll get through it.
In other news -- the DMCA is on its way to Canada. Find your member of parliment and be sure to tell them how stupid they are if they let this pass. We should be taking what happened to the States as a warning not an invitation. Copyright does matter and if you care at all about art, copyright, the future, or Canada -- you might want to put some thought into taking action on this matter.
Also check out:
Simple form from onlinerights.ca
Contact the priminister
Copyright Policy branch
Strategis
11.5 hours of work today. I think my last post reflected the on-coming headache. No worries though, I'm awesome. I'll get through it.
In other news -- the DMCA is on its way to Canada. Find your member of parliment and be sure to tell them how stupid they are if they let this pass. We should be taking what happened to the States as a warning not an invitation. Copyright does matter and if you care at all about art, copyright, the future, or Canada -- you might want to put some thought into taking action on this matter.
Also check out:
Simple form from onlinerights.ca
Contact the priminister
Copyright Policy branch
Strategis
