grim tributes

Long time, no post, etc etc etc

So anyway...

Today I'm on campus. Walking along, merrily minding my own business. Ipod blasting some crazy Bollywood tune in my ears. When suddenly a girl walks towards me, with an angry look on her face. Now, this is the type of girl that you can tell is always indignantly angry. Her hair was in some of the worst dreadlocks I've ever had the mispleasure of seeing. Her sweater looked like it was crocheted by a colony of blind lepers. She smelled like she hadn't bathed in weeks. But despite all this, she felt it was her duty to point out an apparent fashion faux pas I had made.

You see, on my coat, was pinned a poppy.

It went down like this:

Dirty Ugly Hippy Pisher Girl: "How can you be wearing a symbol of imperialism and mass murder? Do you not have any shame?"

I paused; truly gob-smacked by what had just been said to me. Was I actually being berated for wearing a poppy? I snap out of my temporary shock.

Me: "Why don't you go learn a bit of history, and get your head out of your ass."

Moronic Self-Righteous Twat: "It's people like you that cause the..."

Me (interrupting): "I don't have time for this. Just fuck off and die."

I walk away.

AAAAND SCENE!

I don't feel bad for being so profane. Not in the least bit. People like this are a disease on campus. There's no arguing with them, because they are unreasonable, illogical, and pig-headed. One can only hope that one day they'll grow up, and get a clue.

I know some will say "welcome to two years ago, buddy" but i'm a slow blogger...so this post is dedicated to the best band ever to come out of Canada, and one of the best bands ever formed: The Arcade Fire... I was introduced to this band a couple of years ago when one of their songs was featured on the superb HBO show "Six Feet Under", and was immediately that these guys were summat unique, and thats what i look for in music: originality; especially these days when everything in rock music sounds identical... The Arcade Fire should be commened if only for its liberal use of accordians and xylophones... to get a taste of what these fuckers are about, check this out... if they're good enough for David Bowie, they're definately good enough for you

For the last couple of months, I've been playing around with my iPod Nano... it's a pretty fun gadget, but to be honest, it's starting to freak me out... for example, i'm sitting there, chillin out, with it set on shuffle... i'm enjoying to the random selection of songs, when i think to myself, "I wouldnt mind hearing some Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but i'm too lazy to go off shuffle mode".... i continue on my merry way, when about three songs later, "Gold Lion" by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs comes on... this sorta thing has happened almost everytime I listen to my iPod on shuffle mode... now, you could say that its all just coincidence... but i prefer to think that iPods are designed to read the brain waves of the people listening to them, and this information is transmitted back to Apple HQ... thus, the powers that be have access to instant market research data... its yet another example of Corporate America controlling you... but alas, i'm still gonna listen to my iPod

is there anything finer than sitting on your balcony on a warm summers evening, with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of Merlot in the other, listening to the Arcade Fire, regarding the splendour that is the world?

'tis the joys of a stat holiday in august

i return to this blog as a means to kill time, express myself, and so on and so forth

i returned from europe was two months ago, though it hardly seems that long ago... i had the time for my life... the absolute highlight of my 23 years on this fine planet... i saw fantastic things, had fantabulous experiences, and met magnificent people... i could go on and describe my trip, blow by blow... but honestly, who really likes hearing about other peoples' vacations? it just creates envy and bad karma.... actually i'm just lazy and dont wanna write that much... i'll just conclude with the declaration that Scotland is easily the best country in Europe

as for the rest of my summer, i have been (and still am) working for Triple T Party rentals, as a delivery driver... hardly difficult work, and can even be fun at times... lots of hours worked means lots of money for upcoming trips to Calgary in November, and a Cross-Canada road trip in the spring... oh yeah, and for tuition

other than that, very little goes on in my sorry life...this past weekend i treked out to Kelowna for my cousin's wedding... a good time was had by all.. was good to with a side of my family that i regrettably rarely get to see... congrats to Brett and Erin Dravinskis!

i now grow weary of typing...

Song of the Day: "Haiti" by Arcade Fire

Book of the Moment: "The Satanic Verses" by Salman Rushdie

I have an exam tomorrow at 9am... I should be asleep or studying, or both... but I'm not... I think I'm set, and I've pretty much lost a lot of motivation to study... I have to move my shit back to Nanaimo for the summer... but mostly, i'm still getting organised for Europe... most of the big stuff is all set, it's just the small shit I have to get together...

I'm off on the 30th of April, and I'm not back 'til the 12th of June... I'll be in England when the World Cup starts, and more specifically when England plays its first match against Paraguay... I boldly predict an England win... I have faith... I even have faith in Beckham (possibly misplaced)... in anycase, I'll be cheering for these countries:

1) ENGLAND
2) Germany
3) France
4) Spain
5) Italy

kazizza ma disnoofas!

I had my first final today (actually I guess it was yesterday... it's after midnight)... it was for english, and I feel confident in saying that I rocked it... it was only a first year course, but I really enjoyed the lectures and the material... two works in particular I enjoyed, and somewhat surprisingly related to.

The first was "The Edible Woman" by Margaret Atwood. On the surface, you could call this novel a feminist commentary on the roles of women in the late 1960s. So how can I relate to such a novel? Well, first of all, the symbols and imagery in the novel is so layered that one could read it several times and find new things. But what was so relatable about the book was the sick way that men and women prey on each other. They're all hunting and destroying each other in this endless and boring cycle. Atwood seems to crying out for a better way for people to relate to one another.

The second piece was a play called "Goodnight Desdemona (Good Morning Juliet)" by Anne-Marie Macdonald. This play saw a mousy and downtrodden english professor delve into her subconsious, which manifests itself as the Shakesperian dramas "Othello" and "Romeo and Juliet". The play introduced me to Jungian psychology, and the idea of a person going through a process of individuation (a process which I believe I'm going through at this stage in my life). it also deals with the idea of the harmful effects of living your life by swinging between polar extremes, as opposed to finding the great Greek "Golden Mean".

Yes, I'll miss thar first year English class that I just took because I needed another English credit. It was good fun, I say.

Yesterday I enjoyed the company of my good friend Nichola.

Nichola and I go way back. We went to elementary in school together. We both went to China together in grade 7. We started out that trip on good terms. We hung out, we were friends. About halfway through, however, something changed. In the superbe Huaxi village, I abruptly went up to her, called her a bitch, and walked away. We didn't speak to each other again until grade 11 when we became good friends again. Why did I call her a bitch? I honetly can't recall.

In any case, the point of this post was to point out that my trip to China was TEN YEARS AGO.

This makes me feel old, yet not depressed. A lot has happened in that ten years, and I can only imagine what will happen in the next ten years.