Pop Montreal excitement!

Frog Eyes opened first

Followed by the No No Spots

Lead singer Adrienne busts a move.

The No No Spots rock the house.

And then the main event, Tegan and Sara!

Tegan


and


Sara in action

Direct from the famous Ben's Deli, French toilet poetry:

Le jardin personnel


est un lieu secret.


Le respect de


ce lieux est important.


Restez dans le rien


sans jamais vouloir


entr� dans le jardin


de l'autre pour y


changer quoique


ce soit.


Voil� l'acceptation


et l'amour


inconditionnel.


Investire dans une relation


sans entr� dans la bute


de l'autre.

d'une travailleuse en lumiere

Disclaimer: do not expect this poem to make sense or even have a point. It was written in a bathroom stall, after all. It was either that, or "I was here but now I'm gone . . . ".

And so it goes.

Well, I didn't write anything yesterday, but I also didn't die.

The people at Air Canada saw fit to feed us just after take off, which I was immensely grateful for.

I may not have mentioned it before, but on previous flights I had the misfortune of being given the gluten-free meal. Never get the gluten-free meal unless you absolutely have to.

On this flight, in the interest of sampling the variety that is airplane food, I chose the low calorie meal. This was substantially less bad than the gluten-free meal, but it was still very, very weird. It was also entirely vegan, so I suspect that is also what they inflict on the vegetarian passengers.

It consisted primarily of chick peas, with the occassional appearance of broccoli, mushrooms and other vegetable matter that I couldn't see in the dark. There was also a fruit salad, and I was rather delighted to discover that there was kiwi in it, although I couldn't actually see any of the fruit.

So yes, I didn't starve. But I've also never been so happy to see a bowl of cereal than I was yesterday morning.

Note to self: when taking the red eye to Toronto, look for food before going through security.

If there's no post from me tomorrow, it's because I starved to death on the way over.

Bus stations have to be among the best places to take pictures, but boy do some people look unimpressed when you pull out a camera. Hence, no cool bus station candids. Also too chicken shit to ask permission. ~sigh~

Thanks to Jonathan for sharing the joy that is Rummyisms.

My personal fave is A Confession:

Once in a while,

I'm standing here, doing something.

And I think,

"What in the world am I doing here?"

It's a big surprise.

�May 16, 2001, interview with the New York Times

Poetry rules.

This Is Just To Say - William Carlos Williams

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

------------------

That remains one of my fave poems of all time. If anyone knows of a French equivalent, you will have my undying gratitude.

A bit of info about KaZaA and RIAA. Probably a good thing to read, if you one of those people who downloads a lot of mp3's. Not that I know anyone who does. No sirree.

Found via B2.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again . . . I love ZeD.

In fact, I pretty much just want to curl up and live in there.

Thank you god, it's the hot music season again.

This time last year, I discovered a shitload of awesome Canadian bands that, due to the size of the rock I was living under, I had not previously heard of.

First, there was Tegan and Sara. They rule. (They've got a new album now, and if the mp3's on their website are any indication, the new album is seriously kick-ass.). Tegan and Sara performed in Edmonton, and the band that opened for them was Metric. Metric also rules. Emily Haines especially rules.

Then there was The Dears. Stars. Broken Social Scene. Pilate.

It would be enough to enjoy the new albums that are coming out, but then I discover Pop Montreal, and I almost wet myself.

Tegan and Sara will be there. Metric will be there. The Dears will be there. Five straight days of gorging yourself on Canadian indie music . . . it can't get better than that. Well, not having to work the weekend that the festival is on would vastly improve the situation, but the fact that work allows me to actually be in the vicinity of such a festival is so beyond awesome. In fact, I'd say it's gone straight to holy-fucking-unreal.

Kyle Riabko - Carry On

~sighs~

Sometimes life is just . . . and all you can do is sigh.

As we're rolling up to my place, my mother and I watch from the car as a girl runs for her bus, only to miss it completely. Although she's probably my neighbour, I've never seen the girl before.

We stop, and my mother suggests that we give her a ride. I get out, take my stuff, and ask the breathless girl if she needs a ride. She looks at me somewhat startled and uncertain. I walk towards the house, and my mom rolls down the window. "No really, I can give you a ride, we'll catch the bus!" So the girl hops in, and off they go.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love my mom.

Why are we at our most eloquent and creative at 2:00 in the fucking morning? Why do I have a head full of insightful (in the morning, that will be a synonym for meaningless) things to write about, and none of the energy required to record any of it?

. . . . theta . . . theta . . . theta . . . waves . . . waves . . . waves . . . echo . . . echo . . . echo . . .

(Did I mention that psychology is a disease that runs in my family?)

My mind is a strange and fascinating (AM synonym: boring) place, the transcript of which would either induce fits of laughter, spiritual enlightenment, and/or projectile vomitting.

Apparently the window of brilliance has closed. I shall retreat to my room of repose and regenerate for a while. (Alliteration bonus points = 23.25)

Joy is realizing that you would have been unemployed in 16 days because someone forgot to put through the paperwork . . . .

and then getting a call that you may or may not get paid at the end of the month, depending on whether the paperwork goes through or not.

Yay.

What is with these dating guides anyway?

Isn't it a bit twisted to be writing dating guides like that? And why only Asian and Caucasians? Where are the other dating guides?

"How to Date Hispanic Women - The Asian Man's Guide to Getting Some Latin Lovin'"

"How to Date Black Men - The Asian Woman's Guide to Freaking Out Your Narrow-Minded, Conservative Family"

How about dating people based on how compatible they are with you? Novel concept, I know, but what can I say, I'm a rebel.

B2 is your one-stop shop for all your blog reading needs.

You can learn about The Slacker's Bible, the 10 commandments of which had me almost in tears with laughter.

You can also learn about how to date white women, a guide for Asian men on how to turn your back on your race . . . uh, what I mean to say is, how to get some hot Caucasian booty . . . er, nevermind.

Nevermind me, go read B2.

Jus' like dat.

It's snowing in Edmonton right now.

If you look at your calendar, you'll notice that it's early September, and not the middle of December.

I'm this close to saying adios to this screwed up climate and heading somewhere that has at least more predictable, if not warmer weather.

Can I go back to summer in Toronto now? Please?

The most awesome bar I've been to yet is Lobby in Toronto. Absolutely gorgeous interior, with huge white couches that make you feel like you've died and gone to heaven. Sitting on the patio is absolute paradise.

The list of celebrities who have also taken part in Lobby's charms is kind of jaw-dropping too.

I'm back in Edmonton, and the weather here is unseasonably cold and shitty. It was sunny and a balmy 27 degrees in Toronto. When we left the Toronto airport, it was 5 degrees in Edmonton.

That said, go have some lunch.

I can now honestly say that I have blogged from the bathtub. Hooray for technology!

I can now rest easy with the knowledge that I have accomplished this in my lifetime. Yay me.

Tomorrow I'm off to the big T.O. for work and a wicked Labour Day weekend. Woohoo!

Forever North quit work on Monday, and gathered the last of his stuff this morning. It is the end of an era.

Now it's just us chickens.