I've recently been overwhelmed by the sheer amount of jabber in the world: a vast cloud of blah I felt I was contributing to
Incidentally, I'm aware this is Olympic-level navel gazing, but you're a human being with free will who can stop reading any time. Here, have a full stop. And another. And another. There are exits all over this building.
Twitter's better for back-and-forth discussion anyway, if you could be arsed with it. Yelling out the window at passersby is another option.
and he posted this pic and caption with the article:
A stock shot of a man sharing one of his many fascinating opinions. Photograph: Alamy
he's also behind this beautiful, bleak show black mirror which doesn't compare to any tv i've ever seen. it's out of this world fantastic.
other things happened too.
lou reed died.
our mayor smokes crack.
my father went to italy after not having been back since he left as a little boy.
lori and i went to kemptville to stay with jordan's lovely family.
jordan and nicole live in seattle, i haven't seen them in almost 10 years.
lori and i slept in jordan's parents' rv.
leo was reciting some of the highest peaks in the world, listing their heights all the way down to the ones column, dude's, like 4 or 5.
i miss montreal. i felt a lot of 'wow' and 'oh yea' and 'i wish'. normative things really, like all the little shops and civilized systems of organization like buying booze at the corner store and having bike lanes, enjoying life without verbally reminding everyone of how much you're enjoying it. taste and tact i guess.
this is julia, she was all smiles and flirtation and fun.
andre and isabel are masters of the live it don't say it lifestyle. it's good improv: show don't tell. (she wrote in a descriptive tone while her limbs lay motionless on the bed).
i remember these two from carre saint louis, spotted here on mount royal.
lady brings it.
throwing knives and other old standards.
the night of the bbq, we all hung out by the canal.
some random berated us from across the water, it was just the drama we needed.
nicole and leo and jordan.
jordan with francis.
graham thomas whom i haven't seen in forever, he's THE BEST!
so nice to see everyone's smiles.
here come a bunch of stereotypical wedding shots except people we know will be playing all the parts!
F O T B (and marc leguen)
ann's little boy!
the groomsmen! is that what they're called? ushers?
a bunch of these are out of focus i know, i'm not handling the money, driving the car and talking on the phone all at the same time.
there she is!
our friend tristan officiated the wedding.
becoming an officiator is this hilar process where they interview you over the phone one time. you can officiate marriages for as many people within your own family as you want, but you can only marry three 'unrelated to you' couples in your lifetime. tristan has now used one of his three.
is this the legal part?
it was in a chapel on the mcgill campus which was also really nice to visit again, it takes a girl back ya know?
goddamn do they ever keep that place manicured. school was just about to start too so the grounds were in prime photographic form, i accordingly took no photographs and gave it as little attention as possible.
bridal over the shoulder shot!
steve got his whole outfit that day!
by the end of the night, mason had the mic pictured below in his hot little hand, he used it to rap along with the music, encourage cheers for the newlyweds, and to order gin and tonics, standard microphone hijacks.
this awesome band played through dinner, before the djs kicked off. they kept things very well lubricated.
carolyn said she found the band on the street and hired them.
of course all of us missed tom and even felt weird being together without him there. of course he was actually there, he just wasn't embodied.
and such is the process of going back while moving forward.
it is a dream. the warmth has returned. it is my parents' 40th wedding anniversary today, a ruby day my mother said. yesterday i turned 34. on wednesday, my sister will be 23. the fall will be here soon enough.
in a month or so it will be the time of changes again.
in preparation, cal and i have been getting away so to speak.
while we can.
what do you really know about nelson mandela?
the international business times writes this which says:
the United States did not remove Mandela and the ANC’s [sic] from its “terror watch-list” until 2008, 14 years after his election as the first black president of South Africa and 15 years after he received the Nobel Peace Prize.
another case of me not knowing what's right and wrong.
my imaginary dykehawk's hot pink, what colour's yours?
we ate and slept in a motel by the harbour. in picton. my godmother who lives in renfrew says picton is pronounced pic-TOO. who knew.
in case you're american and were wondering, harbour is how we spell harbour in canada.
and if you look the word up in a dictionary, it'll probs tell you that spelling's a chiefly british thing but guess what canada?
YOU'RE a chiefly british thing.
when we woke up in picton, it was canada day.
i think those things at the top of my plate were called taters.
they ruled the universe.
the whole concept was to take a pretty drive wherever we went, none of that grey, naked highway crap.
we drove all over the place and i got one of those old rotary phones (in black!!) at this re-use store for like 20 bucks or something.
i took all these blurry pics of people celebrating canada day, there were parades in every little town and so many people in red, kids with the maple leafs painted on their cheeks, everyone holding cheap hand flags, a total economy boost of an event. i was like, does toronto even do anything on the first of july? other than fireworks? i am so out of the loop on that one.
emily and steve had a little shindig at ronnies to celebrate their engagement. they closed the bar down til like 9PM for us but i was noticing the party go-ers were mostly people who'd have been populating the bar anyhow so whateves. we had a gay old time. so many people showed up. the conversation was all How do YOU know Steve and Emily? superstar styles. my friend mel, who now lives in malta, through whom i met steve, was a popular link. she is the sweetest and funniest and so awesome. it's like she was at the party but wasn't.
alright weekend number two, also known as last weekend and little miss turkey point and summer of sun despite minimal sun and excessive flooding across the country while forest fires simultaneously burn on into the night.
i'm still hung up on these structures, prepare thyself.
horse in field
take that william carlos williams
everything's prettier in the country.
like a massage on the eyes.
are these tobacco plants?
we went to the beach.
fell asleep for a short bit, it felt like gold.
played in the water but didn't bring my camera in.
selfie central. eat it.
you have the outside and you have the inside, there's the whale and his estomac, the action and the thought, or lack thereof, the skin and the fruit, the vinyl and the rust.
this electrical tower alien takeover has been brought to you by lady lyn, of the amy persuasion.