| Sometimes the things you least expect... |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|07:20 pm] |
...make you feel pretty happy about the state of the world.
For those of you in the know, I know you'll know what I mean when I say, "you'll love this":
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| 40 times worse than a cocaine addiction? |
[May. 20th, 2006|12:39 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Kul Taris | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Tauren Druid | ] |
| [ | music |
| | WoW soundtrack | ] |
Hello everyone.
I may have just made a serious mistake...
I've finally just taken the plunge and started playing the infamous World of Warcraft.
This message is largely just to warn you all that, based on everything I've heard, I may never be seen again in the academic, professional, or "real (offline?)" worlds...
I hope this isn't goodbye... |
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| this would have been more relevant had i posted it yesterday |
[May. 13th, 2006|07:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Ultimate! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Deftones - Beware the Water | ] |
So yesterday, right? I'm walking down Spadina, and I see this little boy coming off a school bus, he's maybe five or six years old. Anyway, the thing is, he's wearing this t-shirt that says "SOME BOYS ARE JUST BORN TO BE WINNERS".
It made me a little bit sad.
I mean I'm not sad now - in fact, quite the opposite, since I just read Marvel Civil War #1 (holy wow!) - but it was saddening, y'know?
Sidenote: Does anyone know where the Japan vs Scotland friendly match is being televised tonight? If at all?
Okay. |
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| A time of celebration, and perhaps merriment (the latter mostly because i like that word). |
[Apr. 30th, 2006|04:02 pm] |
Well hello, The World of Livejournal. As is customary, it has been some time since last we interacted. I've been fooling around with FaceBook, and, well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak behind your back like that.
Well that was stupid.
Um, so HI EVERYONE who is reading this (you lucky souls, you)! Here's the big news: I live in downtown Toronto once again! Huzzah! YES, it is true, and I am ecstatic. For visiting purposes, you can find me at 168 Huron Street - that's just off of College & Spadina, so the location is brilliant - nay, perhaps perfect. Let's not get carried away. The house is a student collective composed primarily of various-level hippies and UofT kids. So it's a good crowd who is spaced out and likes to eat interesting things - I fit in well here.
And now for the HOLY SHIT I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT!!! news of the week:
I just found out (literally, 10 minutes ago) that NDP SuperCouple Jack Layton and Olivia Chow live across the street from my new abode, and that they have visited this house in the recent past, for events, and on several occasions. In fact, in the house right now (somewhere), is a bottle of wine generously given by Jack Layton himself. This bottle is otherwise known as the Holy Grail.
I'm exaggerating.
But still, that's pretty cool, I'd say. And exciting.
COME VISIT!
(That's to anyone, not just Jack and Olivia... both of whom are almost certainly reading this right now. I wonder if I can steal their wireless internet signal... hmm...) |
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| 100 Words |
[Mar. 5th, 2006|08:56 pm] |
number one crime committer, painting for non-majors.
dogwalker psychologic flipside underpinning.
still in the dark with another spring coming still loving that which doesn't love me.
like grungy old guitar noise, just say it, you hate it.
city still empty, orange.
bipedal indigestion, self deceptive ignoramus detection, accepting self's idiocy. not a bad thing necessarily. MSN conversation derivative and those names require more creative thought than assigned essays.
i dance around the same cracks my peers fell between, spot structural fuckups with my iTunes soundtrack in one ear: capitalism's greatest hits.
Fansumer, with a five per cent weekly late penalty. |
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| The location could use some work, maybe. |
[Feb. 21st, 2006|07:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nervous | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the humming drone of the Accolade Building, West | ] |
So I'm a big comic book nerd, everyone knows that.
Well, moments ago I discovered something very exciting, and interesting. See, it's very difficult to get people to read comic books at all, and someone (someone who can be emailed at uds_mail@hotmail.com) has decided to leave comic books in random places, with little sticky notes stuck to the front cover saying "this comic has been left for your enjoyment. read it and put it somewhere so someone else can read it."
This is such a great, community-based, simple but astounding idea!! (Too bad the books left there were Wolverine and Birds of Prey. Maybe not the best choices.) But the ones I found were located on the bathroom floor, Accolade West. The bathroom floor??? Is this REALLY the best place for comics?
Of course, some of you will say, "yes Jayson, that is the best place for comics. And where they should remain." Well... to you who say that, I say in heated and dignified response, "pshh."
Anyway, yeah. |
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| And I'm like, "say whaaaat?" |
[Feb. 18th, 2006|12:06 pm] |
Whoa... I have a LiveJournal (???) I think maybe I forgot about that. Now it's time to update you internet friendz regarding my nefarious and torrid affairs. Or maybe just this trip I took to New York.
This one is mainly inspired by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) serpentesse, who admonished me for not posting inna the ol' LJ more often. Here goes. I'm rusty...
I will try not to begin every sentence with "I," but that can be tough.
In my professional opinion, there is no finer city than New York. By that I mean that no place holds greater adherance to what we consider "city" than NY. NY = city and vice versa. And the place is an anthropoligical curio too, endlessly fascinating. So many societies exist simultaneously there, bumping and jostling and all fighting for the A, C and E trains at rush hour.
$2 single-ride Metrocards do not work. Ever. They should not exist, but they do. They always result in a swipe and a "See Agent." I saw many agents - the last one told me "these things are no good" in his thick Brooklyn accent. I tell you this because you already know the commonplace things about NY. Everyone does. To be there is to be confronted with a history so rich in tradition that the line between fantasy and reality is blur'd to the point of nonexistence.
Williamsburg is what happens when all the hipster kids you've ever seen in and around Queen Street in TO get together and hijack an entire Brooklyn neighborhood. Vintage clothing stores and coffee shops abound, and the price of the bagel/coffee combo shoots to astronomical heights. $7.50, friendz. That's American money.
But it was the hippest bagel I ever ate, for real.
I love everything about New York, and my wonderful friend Lauren (go there and touch dots) and her roommates tell me I'll live there one day. If only I should be so lucky. Lauren played a show at the historic CBGB and of course she knocked the audience into a breathless amazement. Truly one of the most talented people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing in life. Her voice has to be experienced to be believed, and it will make your entire existence that much richer.
On the busride there, a lady exclaimed to/about me, "Who that boy think he is? Wearin' a yellow motha-fuckin' necktie?" (I was indeed wearing a yellow MFing Ntie.) I walked for two days straight: around Brooklyn, to Queens (it was boring), through fifty city blocks of Central Park, to Harlem (by myself. i was only a little nervous), across the Brooklyn Bridge twice, through lower Manhattan. I walked alot, I was alone the whole time and it was magical. My self was inundated with the sensory overload, and I mesh'd with it. JY/NY.
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| and what it is, is alchemy |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|02:20 am] |
We can talk about death, surely, and our various silly theories about
what it "means" and "what happens when it happens" but invariably the
subject of conversation always returns to life. What is good about
life, what's better than that, and good things intrinsic to the process
we call life.
I submit that life as we consider it is the middleground between life
and death. Like Tom said, we are all always living and dying,
and that limbo, that purgatory is commonly thought of as life, if
indeed such things are thought of, and that's fine. But I don't think
that this "life" is death's opposite.
When we communicate ideas, especially in person, and not necessarily
verbally, this is death's polar opposite. Communication in its finest
form, when understanding truly takes place, and existence in its shared
embodiment is expressed and appreciated. You know it when it happens,
and when it does, people describe it in many ways, and as always,
language fails to fully iterate anything conceivably close to the
actual feeling. But this exchange, this sharing, is really what should
be referred to when we say "life" for it is farther from death than are
our physical and fragile forms.
When "life" is enjoyed explicitly, and viewed in a positive light, for
extended periods of time, this is friendship. If this life is granted
space (space in the sense of space-time, not physical exactly), and is
allowed to flourish and grow beyond its previous incarnation, the best
and deepest friendships are formed.
We do not create life, and it does not come from us, and it is not an
individual(ized) thing to be had. It simply is, and our corporeal
bodies shift through it and interact with it. This process is made
easier and more noticeable via interaction between people, in pairs or
in groups.
So we are all always sharing in this life with everyone around us at
all times. Certain people allow us to tap directly into life and
explore it more directly.
When this happens, I like to think of it as joy.
Sometimes it's a one-way process and the exposure to raw life is not
reciprocated between parties, and this is the ultimate anguish. It can
result in personal suffering and prolonged fascination with the party
responsible for the allowance (the one for whom the exposure to raw
life has not been granted, at least not perceivably).
Then it's on to wonderment, lingering thoughts, hoping for the chance
to really be open and communicate/freely, truly live "life."
I am so amazed by all of you, my friends. Thank you for sharing in life with me, for joy.
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| 100 words |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|12:11 am] |
Funny who we choose to call family.
Understandably, sham attempts to socialize...
come back to it two days later, train of thought gone, lost.
Scarborough RT for the sake of it, like 1970s visions of the future. Later, red elevator at the Delta Chelsea. good lines forgotten, curfew questions and I just happen to like creme de menthe so fuck off. At the height of fashion: grasshopper.
...flesh flies off when it seems love is broken...
recycle old dead brain cells hoping for new ideas.
visions of impending horror walking through shadows at night carrying dog shit in a bag. |
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| 100 Words |
[May. 12th, 2005|12:29 pm] |
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The heart of an expert, beating slowly. Sad old foreign eyes staring, solemnly promising things in a language I don't understand. And I'll be damned - man - some of my best thoughts pop up in a bathroom stall (brainstorm piss break, Yorkdale Mall). Mental notes that rarely get recorded, somewhere in the ether, float. I joined a cult because they promised astral travel. Maybe, everything is maybe. Toronto living has me feeling like Paul McCartney's solo shit: happy, but ultimately empty. ... Ob - La - Di ... Took too long to capture this last bit: "catch me at HotDocs rockin Gazelles and dress socks." |
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| This is apparently the biggest news. |
[Mar. 16th, 2005|11:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | paranoid, as usual | ] |
| [ | music |
| | some dude's remix of Aesop Rock & Camp Lo's "Limelighters" | ] |
Hello, muhfuckiz.
Ahem.
Some of you may have noticed that I haven't updated my LiveJournal in a while. And this would be an obvious, although accurate, observation. So... congrats, and stuff... if you figured that out.
I have been doing and finding out lots of cool, interesting, and fun things in life, but none of them have warranted an LJ update.
Until now.
I have just learned that on May 24th, there will be a NEW GORILLAZ ALBUM!!!! If this doesn't excite you, then, like, I dunno, delete yourself from my friends list. Or something.
If it does, read further:
GORILLAZ RETURN WITH DEMON DAYS
"Every great band is destroyed by their success: cartoon bands are no exception."
So says Gorillaz guitarist Noodle, who took the helm for new album Demon Days, the follow-up to the band's multi-million selling debut Gorillaz. "Noodle wrote most of this album herself," says drummer Russel Hobbs. "Murdoc may try and take the credit for it, but from the basic sketches to the finished album, this was Noodle's vision."
Demon Days will be released on 23rd May (11th may Japan, 24th May in the US), and will be preceeded by the single Feel Good Inc, released 9th May.
Co-produced by Gorillaz/Damon Albarn and the Grey Album mastermind Danger Mouse, Demon Days was recorded at the band's own Kong Studios.
The album is a darker and more intense affair than 2001's Gorillaz, explains Noodle: "The soul of the recording can't avoid being a manifestation of the time, climate and location of the place we were in when it was recorded. Consequently the colours are rich, dark and heavy while the rhythms are clean, strategic and relentless. It has a consciousness to it."
"Like someone has taken the first album and coloured it in," adds singer 2D.
Gorillaz reputation for excellence and enthusiasm has secured them a stellar guest list. Featured on the album are contributions from De La Soul, Neneh Cherry, Martina Topley-Bird, Roots Manuva, MF Doom, Ike Turner, Bootie Brown of the Pharcyde, Shaun Ryder, Dennis Hopper, the London Community Gospel Choir and the San Fernandez Youth Chorus.
Awesome.
'Kay bye. |
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| Fire-breathing marsupial. |
[Feb. 10th, 2005|04:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | semi-automatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Clipse - "Young Boy" | ] |
Yup!
Last night, I saw Joey Greco perform with Joey Greco and the Joey Grecos/the Joey Greco Symphony/Orchestra/Band. Then, Unexplained Bacon and I danced my sillies out and wiggled my waggles away. What a brilliant show it was, too. I laughed heartily, clapped a lot, made attempts at b-boy(esque) stances, and make loud noises with a loud noisemaker (given to me, or rather tossed in my direction, by Joey Greco).
The weird thing was, Joey Greco wasn't even there.
Carl wrote "Fuck" on my hand. At first this gave me the giggles, but now I realize that it's written in pen, and will likely be there for some considerable amount of time.
Above me, people karaoke'd, and below me, dudes played Quake 3 and maybe Warcraft/Starcraft (or maybe none of the above).
I met a lot of fun people. I danced a lot (mentioned that already). greG and I talked about "Hell Yes" by Beck pretty consistently and decided that, at one point in the future, we WILL dance to it. (The song is perfect - if you haven't heard it yet, go do so immediately.)
I took off my sweater vest, and later, put it back on.
I called the bartender "friend" - he laughed merrily and called my drinks "Guinnies."
Monday (this one coming - V-Day, yall) is my first day at Second Cup Yorkdizzale. Come see me and I may serve you an item from the menu (one of your choosing). My boss, Bruce, insinuated that old rich ladies will think I'm cute. I can only hope that he's right.
If you're reading this right now, it's quite likely that I miss you very much. If I haven't talked to you in a while, then, HI! I LOVE YOU. WE SHOULD HANG OUT MORE OFTEN.
My new cellphone # is 416-888-6380. Please, jot it down, and call me any (and every) time. |
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| "[ ] songs [ ] me happy" |
[Jan. 21st, 2005|02:41 am] |
missing words from entrytitle: these, make
the bass player from the wooden stars looks like a third grade math teacher
or perhaps what i mean to say:
i wish i was in third grade, and that my math teacher was the bass player from the wooden stars
sometimes i do not perceive life in a way that is beneficial to me or to those around me and/or both
i feel like i should apologize
but i've done nothing wrong
hooray for livejournal entries that sound like bullshit teenage poetry
yes i am
a martyr without a cause
and that, friends, is the problem |
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| This post really is long overdue... |
[Jan. 3rd, 2005|09:13 pm] |
NEW YEARS EVE EXTRAVAGANZA. Did you have one? I had one.
(Music soundtrack: Blackstar, Dandy Warhols' "Thirteen Tales from Urban Bohemia" [which was PERFECT for driving thru the Falls "Tourist Area"], Sublime, Alannah Myles on '80's Radio.
It went as follows:
neon everywhere!; virtual mounties; tacky lit-up disney neon Disney displays -- Disney!!; 710 AM: Tourist Radio; all touch each other's bums at midnite (Natalie!); "let's all have our honeymoon -- four-way honeymoon!!!"; it is hilarious (read: the cosmos mocking me) having to pee while driving next to Niagara Falls; "keep your eyes open for some place called the Crystal Motel"; Bampfield Street (ha! this makes me laugh); Otto's Barely Legal Nite Club (eww...); jacuzzi love tubs; "The miracle of spontaneous human combustion! ...her body continued to burn long after her soul had left it"; "Lori, get out your toolbelt"; WOW! Collective Soul and the Trews, LIVE!; Paris Hilton is a loser; "two years ago, nobody even knew who Green Day was anymore"; "What do you think, Jord? Should Allan move in with mommy?" ... "mrrrrooaaahhhh"; so many suicide jumpers; crazy/awesome cab drivers who know everything about Sudbury. AND Brampton!; "No, the Rapture is you-dance-to-it music"; "I'm the surly one. Jay, you're the idealistic one. greG's the smart one... And Lori's the girl." "Yay! That means heels!"; Smirnoff's flavored vodka minis, especially watermelon; getting caught in the rain and getting soaked; wonderfully (almost impossibly) satisfying custom drinks at Kelsey's; making friends with a jumper (possibly named Jim), walking down the street with him to "Is She Really Going Out With Him?"; Ten Thousand Buddhas Sarira Stupa (next door to our Motel!); sneaking onto the 35th floor of the Casino Hotel; Claudio getting lost; crappy ten-dollar-admission wax museum; getting drunk; smoking things from a huge hookah; stumbling from Motel to Falls; mist from Niagara Falls on my face :) ; kiss on cheek from Lori at midnite!; kiss on cheek from greG at midnite!!; no kiss from Claudio, ever; gigantic group hugs; $4.95 all-you-can-eat casino buffet at 1:30 AM; said buffet consisting almost entirely of eggs; "Poppy"
Best New Years celebration in memory. Mad and enduring love to all involved! greG! Lori! Claudio! And to new friends, Matt, Krista, Kelly, Emilio.
Wow. Good times. |
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| To post as another user. |
[Dec. 13th, 2004|07:20 pm] |
Tomas & Tereza:
(aye aye) dentify w/ the latter
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today,
a pack of Kool:Frost
menthol cigarettes,
why. |
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| I used to say "fuck" alot... |
[Dec. 10th, 2004|07:43 pm] |
This I discovered by re-reading the fuck out of my old fucking LiveJournal.
Well, fuck that, fuckers!
(Y'know, for old times' sake...)
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There are toooooo many teenaged girls in my house right now. Ten fourteen-year-olds. Right now. At once. Overwhelming doesn't begin to describe this. And they've all come bearing gifts!
Because as of today, my sister is officially a fourteen-year-old girl! [HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA!!! even though you'll likely never read this...] So I suppose she's in good company.
...But they sound like a stampede coming up the stairs...
...I bought a long black coat today, and boy is it fine, G...
Gather 'round, friends, for our daily credo: Yay and hooray, blessed are our commodities!
Commodities for everyone! Yeah! |
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| lumpen-proletariat |
[Dec. 9th, 2004|01:28 am] |
observed,
bright young things glowing white backing black block letters better seen from station airy position on sidestreet
Main Street becomes
High Way Ten
my way then, well-worn like size 8 boot trod upon it, paved, bathed
in red-blue light
accompanied/observed by numerous cruisers
piloted by humorless boozers
white, tracking blocks, stalking
...
thoughts seem less real, fleeting
fleeing, always
maintained erratic sleep patterns,
sporadic manic depressive episodes
in syndication
call it bipolar
or what you will
...
put self-realization on xmas wishlist and hope the fat man delivers...
unwrap reality
exchange it on boxing day
for something that fits better |
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| Parachute Pants! |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|07:59 pm] |
Working in a retail chain shop is a wonderful and strange experience, with many parallels to the real world to be found. There are, however, some phenomena that can only be observed while traversing the aisles of such a capitalist utopia...
Xmas songs! I suppose there are people in the world that choose to play selections from this "festive" sub-genre of muzak in their homes, while gathered 'round the hearth. But inside a store (such as the Shoe Company, the lovely establishment by whom I currently employed... and enjoying it!) these "songs" take on a whole new level of inanity.
Sample lyrics:
"...the winter holiday / fills us with warmth and cheer..."
Which on its own wouldn't be so bad. But this is the entire song! What is the message here? And how long will it be until Xmas songs played in shops and malls go like this...?
"...buy lots of commodities / for Holiday delight..."
More weird retail-music...
A "song" in which an electronic rhythm-beat pulsates for three minutes, and features a female vocalist repeating the words:
"I feel the need to be naked with you."
Hooray for subtlety!
In other news...
- Today was wonderful and sunny, spent bumping 'round Brampton with Stefanie. Too delightful.
- I discovered the BPL (Brampton Public Library, suckiz) finally has a section for Graphic Novels!!! (You serious??? Oh I am so serious.) This has been a long time coming, friends. This will revolutionize everything! Imagine! Graphic Literature available at the Library! What's that I hear? Jaws hitting floors?
Craig Thompson's "Goodbye, Chunky Rice", Paul Hornschmeier's "Mother, Come Home", and "White Flower Day" by Steven Weissman. All in my house, right now, and I didn't pay for any of them!
I excite easily. :) |
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| okee dokee |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|02:50 am] |
Ah, Life!
My senses are reawakened! I am (re)discovering what it is to be me, and what a wonderful process.
Life is love is life is everything al(lways) happening.
I choose to be a part of it - to let it pass me by no longer.
Lately I have, perhaps, been settling. By that I mean I have allowed mine self to find mine self found in situations not conducive to producing the self I have in mind. With that in mind, I find self must move forward, from this point forward, and not look backward.
All is as it should be, not as it could or would be; good!
Am "clinically depressed" - through this have learned/am learning to be happier with life/self than have ever been.
Feel like living proof of the paradox that is life.
Ah, Love!
P.S. - thank you to all involved for making this past weekend (November 26-28) three of the best days of my recent life. |
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