Clickety-clack

I haven't spoken to anyone since I've gotten back. I would like to congradulate Peter on getting published so now normal people in normal bookstores can purchase his works and read them while visiting normal coffeeshops. I, for one, will be the first to download the podcast edition of his works. Someday I will tell people that, yes, in fact, I frequented the now-infamous Berghoeffer. They'll speak about it in the same tone as they speak about frequenting Rick James' hollywood apartment. I would also like to congradulate Will on posting a picture of himself so we can all see his sexy face.

My trip to Portland was fantastic. Despite most things being closed and the ensuing boredom that accompanies the holiday weekend, it was great to be in a new place with no context. On thanksgiving day I walked from my e.burnside hotel through downtown and up the hill to the rosegarden. I encountered a brass indian overlooking the bustling, cosmopolitan downtown area. I stood next to him, looking out over the developed skyline nested in mountains and thought "you and me both." I thought it was the most appropriate thanksgiving moment I've ever had.

As a whole, I had pleasant feelings regarding the northwest. It's scenic, sprawl is under-control, and people live a more conscious lifestyle. I have yet to register the people and how I feel about the possibility of relocating. I have the feeling just from scanning the crowd that I don't know how easy it would be to be me. It seems i have some competition. In the 'rusalem I'm a highly-demanded commodity. There, it seems, there are thousands just like me but without the crippling insecurity, receding hairline, the tendancy to speak loudly and do nothing, or any combination of traits I could do without.

I'm looking forward to spending time with the people I know and love. Our days are always fleeting, sometimes they just become more appearant than others.

first snowfall

I did all of my work at the library today. I took the 4 to ryerson. It was liberating and yet irritating to be without a car. No one-hour maximum for me; no sir-ee. The first wind and snow always seem colder than I recall. I'm resisting the urge to become nostalgic about any sort of "holiday season." I'm not giving in on November 16. No plans yet for this weekend. I'm up to any number of opportunities.

Looking at nameless faces from a previous life;
I would forfeit it all for another excuse.

yesterday's parties

I had a decent birthday weekend. xtina and I went to San Chez and after a short delay, Caimbridge house. Saturday night was erin's party in Holland. Sunday was the waste-away. Wake up, decide today that I'll go, marvel at the seniors on Fountain Street; all the while trying to keep my mind off the workweek. Yes, it has happened to me. I guess I didn't think fast enough. A notice to my friends: I wanna roll some of 'dem cubes up in hurrr. For now, I'm down to the waiting game. Okay, everyone with me now:

monday
tuesday
wednesday
thursday
friday

I should have thought of this harder and been more innovative in my decision making.