| Oh Noes! | August 18, 2005, 2:02 pm |
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| I Tried Courvoisier Tonight | July 31, 2005, 11:54 pm |
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| A Ghost Is Born, Part One | July 27, 2005, 9:15 am |
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...And if I ever was myself I wasn't that night We talked all night, into the early morning hours. I had just gotten off work, I was stoned, I was drunk, I was trying to come on to her. Everyone tells me to be myself, but when I am myself, they don't like me. I behaved as myself and got nothing. ...Taxicabs were driving me around... I took more taxis than busses this year, and I buy a monthly bus pass. At 2 AM when the busses had gone to the barn, and I was stranded at the 7-11 in the northeast. From clubs and pubs and bars that let out at 3 am. If we worked past midnight at Western, they'd hand out taxi vouchers at 2 am, even thought they couldn't afford it. I took cabs when I needed to get downtown fast, or home. ...His goal in life was to be an echo... Everything is different now, or at least changing around me. I'm moving to Red Deer next month for college, and that means tying up the loose ends and severing ties here in Calgary. I started taking photos of places I hung around, of interesting things, of how I head my desk and my records set up just the way I liked them. Dividing my live into the 5 weeks of August. I quit my job a month ago to have more time, but i still feel stressed. I smoked until I became sick. In 30 days, I will be nothing more than a memory. I am becoming a Ghost. |
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| Wish You Wern't Here | July 24, 2005, 12:51 pm |
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High praise for Pink Floyd. Something we've all done at one point or another. Wish You Were Here is one of my recent purchases of music. $10 CDN for a good condition vinyl pressing. If you have a vinyl copy, get it out now and look at it. This blog isn't about the music, it's about the artwork. The Vinyl's artwork is diferent from the CD's, obviously. the first difference is the the cover photo. A remarkable photo, almost perfectly parallel. The CD has the man on the right hunched over more, like he's going to cough, whereas the vinyl has him with his back straight, on fire, smiling happily and shaking hands. You can make out the details of his face even though the sun is behind him. Gotta love those wide cut 70's suits. the back image is of the faceless man i the desert. Again, you could set your watch (to 12:30) by the parallel. He's faceless, with no flesh or bone around his cuffs or legs. He's dressed to the nines, and he's walked across a desert to give you this album. It's not the same album: first off, it's transparent, maybe even glass, and secondly, the center sticker is different from what's actually stamped onto the vinyl. It's the same logo from the back of the CD, the two mechanical hands shaking with images of sun, water, earth. the vinyl has the hands shaking at night with pyramids on the horizon. He's walked so far, neerly killing himself, to bring you this album. His breifcase has the DSOTM stickers on it (originally included in the vinyl sleve for DSOTM, considered rare and valuable now). I shouldn't have to spell it out for you, but I will; the faceless man represents the band. Pulling out the sleve, you see the large image of a red veil blowing in the breeze, amongst perfectly lined trees. If you look closly, the illusion of a naked woman is present in the veil. the sides of the photo are slightly wavy-cut. Blah blah blah refrence to Syd Barret don't make me go through it. Two more images, on the other side of the sleve. The credits and lyrics surround the image of a diver, half submerged in a lake, with an almost perfect reflection due to no surface disruption. Finally, there's this one little detail in the bottom left corner of the sleve. It's a strange image, and I still don't know what it is. At first glance, it looks like a bullethole on the sleve, draining out water at high pressure, and creating ripples. If you look at it further, the ripples look like tuning heads on a bass guitar, which in turn changes the image into a streached out Gibson headstock. I don't know if it's even in the CD case. All in all, one of the most thought out packages in music history, designed so that you would see certain images in sucession. Very few albums reveal themselves in a way like that. |
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| Sensory Overload | July 15, 2005, 12:56 pm |
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So we leave the carnival about 11:00, and get off the train at the bus stop. We stop by the liquor store, and I buy some Jägermeister (with the picture of the stag on it), and we go back to my house to chill out then I found out my best friend is pregnant (no, I'm not the father), and she's keeping the baby. then my parents phone, they hit a deer outside of Saskatoon, fucked up the car, killed the deer. I'm starting to wonder if buying that Jägermeister was a good idea. |
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| Good things do happen to bad people! | July 1, 2005, 2:53 am |
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*The first thing you must know is that I was high at the time the news first reached me* Following my rejection to RDC on May 13 (May was a realy shitty month for me, minus my well-earned vacation), I had to apply for the classes reccomended to me by the department head individually. Tech Theatre-official students get first seats in the class, and it's limited to 20 people in the entire program per year (Recomended reading: these blogs.) So the registration process seemed to be doing moderatly well, when I had the time to work on it (i have a 12-hour-a-day job), but this morning I was having error messages about the classes being full. I sent up a voicemail, and headed off to work. Just after lunch break, intoxicated as fuck, in no shape whatsoever for driving a motorized pallet jack, and they page me over the intercom. I'm worried. I throw out all the pistachios I had stolen from my pocket. Am I busted? Am I in trouble? My dad is in the warehouse office; has a family member died? Suprised to see him, here of all places, he tells me that the department head of Drama phoned the house, asking for me. As I was working, my mom took the message: 2 students had dropped out of the Tech Theatre program, and I was accepted. I have a few details to sort out tomorrow morning, but it looks as though 5 years of effort have paid off. |
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| French Chicks | June 19, 2005, 3:39 pm |
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So I got off work early after my 8 hours, at 10:30 pm. Usually we don't get off until 2 am, but that's changed since they put me in Grocery and gave me a power jack. I walked 10 blocks to the neerest bus stop, debating weather to run over to the other route across the street. I got on, and they got on in Ogden. They interupted me listening to my pretentious electronic music to ask me if I knew the bus routes well. I did, and we kept asking each other questions. They were new to town, from Montreal, and they wanted to meet their friend at one of the most popular bars in the city. We talked and talked and talked, about how shitty Calgary is, about how we were all insane, about the flooding. I took them there, bought them drinks, got quite drunk, and out came the drunken flirting. It didn't go anywhere, to answer your first question. She was just passing through town, going west to the mountains on Monday. They both kissed me on the cheeks, in that French way, when we parted paths. :'( |
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| Filth | June 9, 2005, 11:26 am |
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I got another job yesterday, in record time. It's on the other side of the city, but close to bus routes. Pay is $11/hour CAN. The company is Western Grocers. The place is a dump. Seriously, this is one of the worst warehouses I have ever seen. Absolutly disgusting. The floors a sticky, and you hear your boots sticking as you walk. the walls are covered with dried and still-moist food smears and drink splashes. The washrooms have no paper towels, and only a breath in the air dryer. I don't touch the toilet or the sink with my bare hands. I'm buying hand sanitizer today. The work is okey. Picking candy from the boxes it's shipped in and puting the appropriate ammount into other boxes for shipping. I use a wireless headset for this. I get moved up to power jack in a week. The hours are awful. 2 pm to 2 am most days. 8 hours plus 4 hours overtime at time and a half. lunch break at 2 1/2 hours into the day, coffee breaks every 2 hours afterwards (but I don't trust the coffee machine, I got back to smoking cigarettes again) The busses stop running past midnight, so the mangement, what little there is, hands out taxi vouchers to groups heading in the same direction. Considering how many damages and losses this company has per day, I'm amazed they can afford it. but work is work. |
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| A Personality Test (For Fredrik) | June 7, 2005, 9:04 pm |
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RHETI I took the full test years ago, I'm a Type 6 |
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| 110 CD's in 2 years | June 7, 2005, 12:08 pm |
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2 year anaversery! is that an impressive ammount to accumulate in a 2 year span? It seems pretty normal to me. |
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