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Saturday, April 24, 2004

"This may be the last time I see you. Forgive me for holding you so close." - Ben Harper

Right now, midnight, I am unhappy. I do not know why, except I wish I was on the dance floor. Memories of Mini-Uiversity and missed opportunities float through my mind and I've had too much to drink, my fingers slow on the keyboard. Saturday night is the roundup and it will be the last time I see some pretty awesome people. I guess that's the way it goes, this world is rather large to call a village. It's just sad, I'm sorry to see all these people inevitably fade into my fuzzy memory.

In September my family will be fragmented and the people I know won't call as much anymore, as I burn under a Middle Eastern sun. And someday, when I have aged and broken with my parent's wishes of who I ought to be, I will sit back, look at the mountains, and think about how it felt to be young and simple, when time seemed to drag on in a slow motion of an exhausted entity.

It's funny in a sad sort of way, as I sit here drunkenly, to imagine meeting the people I know now in the future. We are, as my Uncle Pat says, so young, and I suspect as we grow older and life kicks us once or twice when we are down, we will look back on the halcyon days of youth, remembering what is was like when spring meant the arrival of opportunity. I'm sure there where local bands, well known to a small circle, when my uncles were my age. It's odd to me to see people dancing in a bar, a fake mock-up of Newfoundland culture, all the while knowing that the people they dance with, the ones who hold them close, will be nothing but a distant, rose-colored memory. And yet they dance, as if the night was too short to ignore, smiling as time slips so passively through our clumsy fingers.

I write in a poetic mind, as this day ends. I have a cousin in Japan, a brother soon to be in London, and friends who seem more distant everytime I see them. Is this what it is all about, the loss of youth? Jesus, no wonder people struggle. Everything one holds dear in youth fades into a memory, an off-color memior of who we used to think we ought to be. So idealistic, I've been to Calgary, yet somehow those friends slipped away. And now, as potential friends become disassociated memories, I'm feeling rather blue. Too much liquid melancoly, that doesn't help either.

I dunno, it's a complex web we weave. All I know is that I remain solitary, looking at a future that isn't as easy as I thought it would be.

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Friday, April 23, 2004

A little creative writing from you to me....

All right, we all know I am a cocky SOB when it comes to writing. So here is the deal. Until Tuesday night, you are asked to submit one word to the comments section of my blog. Just a word, it can be any English word you wish. Starting on Wednesday I will sit down and write a short little story that will contain all of the submitted words from my faifthful readers. I will finish this story by Thursday night and post it for Friday morning. Who knows, the story may even be good.

Now, if this little experiment, this little slice of reality blogging, is to be successful, I need you to hold up your end of the deal. You can sign your name if you want. But I do ask that you participate.

Okay? Sound good? Great. Cheers to the weekend.

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Thursday, April 22, 2004

"For if we each selfishly pursue only what we believe to be in our own interest, without caring about the needs of others, we not only may end up harming others but also ourselves. "- Dalai Lama, 1989.

I updated the links. And Jeff, somehow, is finished (and we mean finished) his degree as of April 23, 2004. Good show, old boy, good show.

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Good-day to the masses.

Firstly, I would like to give a big thank you to all the Career Peer Educators that I worked with this year at CaPS. By far you guys made the year for me. No politics, no inner circles, just really good honest and hardworking people. Lots of laughs too, which made coming to work, even in January when we had those goddam Education students crawling all over the place, a positive experience. So kudos to all of you and enjoy the summer.

On another note, Dad and I finished the most dangerous part of this years deck revolution, putting up lattice on the roof. I will be brief, just saying that it is painfully obvious that construction genes do not run strong through this family. Mind you, we had some success and no deaths. Well, I fell off the stepladder once, but caught myself on one of the joists. The Theory of Invincibility lives on. I cannot be killed.

CKUA is in the middle of their Spring Fundraiser. If you listen (Mom and Dad!) I think the noble thing to do is donate and support one of the last outposts of free thinking, hand made radio. If I can do it on a monthly subscription basis, with my ongoing student budget issues, I suspect that those of you who actually make more than $15K a year can throw just a little coin into the coffers. Click the link and donate online, or call 1-800-494-2582. Sometimes I'm just so damn militant about this topic, eh?

Got my passport yesterday, which obviously means the government didn't get ahold of my reference Luie, otherwise I would have been quickly incarcerated. I look like a freaking Irish soccer hooligan. Cool.

So did you vote for the Greatest Canadian? I think it has to be, hands down, Mr. Dressup. Actually I think Mr. Dressup was an American by birth, and a Canadian by citizenship. Still, he's got my vote.

Jays Top Five Canadians He Is Ashamed Of:
1. Ralphy the Premier
2. Chad Kroeger (from Nickelback)
3. Kevin Neuman (Global National News Anchor)
4. Shania Twain
5. Celine Dion

Megan is done her practicum this Friday, which means that she is moving back into the apartment on a fulltime basis. Thus, I need to start putting the toilet seat down again and stop thinking about throwing her doll collection out onto the street.

I got an A- in my English class this semester, which is the first A of any kind that I have ever gotten. Obviously I am a superior writer (otherwise you wouldn't have read this far-just kidding) but I do think my competition in the class was somewhat sub-par. So I figure it was more a matter of me being the biggest (okay, chubbiest) fish in the pond than Pulitzer winning writing skills. However, that doesn't mean I'm not going to win the Pulitzer someday, so jump on the bandwagon while you can.

Okay I have to get ready for my last shift at CaPS, so take care and look forward to the weekend. Cheers

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Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Hey all

Well I wrote my last final today and it went okay. Well, actually the multiple choice and essay #2 went well, but essay #1 was pretty weak. I felt like I was a lowly mining engineer, struggling to make sense of this foggy concept called the written word. But I got 80% on my term paper on Victor Jara, so that was pretty sweet. I'm thinking of posting it on the blog. It's a bit of a cop out, as it's already written, but it's a good read, or so says my prof. Hmmm, we'll see.

So I'm working two more shifts at CaPS this week, then I start (at 5am goddammit) at Coloniale on Friday. I should be elated that I'm done skool, but I still have that spring course. So I'll hold off on the wild drunken "schools out for-ever" rampage that I've been planning.

Not too much has pissed me off this week except that Gary Mar, Alberta's esteemed Minister of Health has suggested that health services should be paid for on a scale of who can afford it and/or who uses it the most. I call bullshit on you Mar! You know damn well that the majority of the people who use the health care services are seniors. And as seniors, most of them are on fixed incomes already. So I think you're an idiot. On CBC Radio One this morning, you said: "No one should be bankrupted paying for their healthcare." No kidding? What worries me is that your definition of bankrupt may be a little different from Grandmas. If Granny is almost bankrupted, is that acceptable? Your government's ideological drive to privatize everything is gonna be the death the average Albertan. I'm not even gonna get started on the environmental horrors of methane coal mining, which your government is currently considering. Aw dammit, I hate this crap.

Okay, now I'm tired and angry, so I'm gonna go watch the news and maybe read my book, which I will eventually review on the new blog located at Interested in joining the book club/motorcycle gang? Email me for the details.

Cheers to the end of another fulltime skool year. Out.

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