She owns a lot of nice flashlights
Maybe you won't get everything you want in life.Maybe you won't jet set to Cuba every six months, maybe you won't own a fleet of BMW's and maybe you won't be famous like Steve Jobs. You could get hit by a bus tomorrow
You might live 'till you're 102, produce six kids and live on a farm raising llamas.
Or maybe you'll adopt some cute kid from Ethiopia and live in a flat in Boston somewhere.
Maybe you'll never get married, never shack up,
be rocking' bachelor(ette) for the rest of your days.
Maybe you'll never figure it out.
Actually scratch that- you'll never figure it all out.
But isn't that the joy of it?
('fag' as in cigarette, btw)Some days will be worse than others, some days will be total shit.
Some days you'll spend hiding in the bathroom at work crying because while you can't go home, you can't act like everything is okay, either.
There will definitely be times that you feel devoid of every possible emotion except despair, longing, infinite sadness.
Maybe you already have.
You'll feel like you'll never get over it, get out of it, move past it.
But you will
or at least most of you will.
If you happen to leave or lose a small part of yourself with whatever happened consider it a worthwhile loss.
We can't ever emerge completely whole from our traumas otherwise we'd never have spaces to fill with new, better parts of ourselves.
People will hurt you, people will take you for granted and people will certainly, definitely, absolutely take advantage of you.They'll say things behind your back, snub you, try to one-up you at every turn.
This is the nature of some people
and the only way to win the game is to simply not play it.
Put egos and pride aside and just walk away.
It's sometimes the harder choice to make, but it's always the best and it certainly won't be the easiest, especially when the one hurting you is someone you once thought was a friend.
But that's life sometimes.
Some people are pieces of shit.
Most aren't.
It's up to you to make the distinction, and keep those people close to you.
They'll show their real colours in the end.
Find joy in the small things in life.
A warm day in January, the feeling of underwear warm from the dryer, of eating ice cream and chocolate chips after you've had a particularly long day (screw the calories)
The big stuff like vacations, property values, expensive cars
they all have their place
but in the grand scheme of things shouldn't compare in any way to walking in the door and seeing someone you love waiting for you.
Listen to the people around you, or maybe don't.
Figure things out for yourself and by no means pay attention to what I have to say to you.
It's just my blog, and my feelings.
And what I think I've sorted out so far.
I hope it works out for me.
We'd take a limousine 'cause it costs more
Image from ChrisD.caI already feel a stab of pity for people who still get excited about stuff like Groundhog Day. I'm pretty sure that whether or not a groundhog happens to see his shadow or not is a worthy indicator of how much longer we have to deal with sub-zero temperatures.
But here in Manitoba we like to take things a (few) step(s) father.
For insnace, did you know that our groundhog is named "Manitoba Merv"? Yeah, our annual predictor of seasonal change is named after a smelly old guy who used to hang around the clubhouse at one of the municipal golf courses that my dad runs, hanging out around the canteen and harassing the girls working cash to "prime his hot dog" for him.
Great.
If that isn't ridiculous enough, our groundhog is a puppet. It's in the above image. I'm also fairly certain that my dad had a cover for one of his golf clubs that looked exactly like that when I was growing up, and I am going to venture that perhaps that's what Manitoba Merv is. If not, it's a pretty unrealistic-looking groundhog. Where are my tax dollars going, exactly?
We actually have news reporters who are covering the fact that a synthetic, pretend animal used its no-vision to not-see its shadow.
Do any other provinces have silly names for their groundhogs? And if so, are they also potential golf-club covers?
Inquiring minds need to know.
Flute cop
Axe Cop: The Movie - Part 1 from Peter Muehlenberg on Vimeo.
Then I find stuff like AXE COP.
AXE COP is a webcomic written by five-year-old Malachai Nicolle and drawn by his 30 year old brother, Ethan (the above vid is a fan video of the first episode)
It is possibly the most hilarious, brilliant, original and nonsensical thing I have ever read and I follow it religiously.
It's a constant reminder of the true unbridled creativity that we all had as little kids and makes me wish I had written more of my stupid crap down when I was in kindergarten.
What's the story morning glory?
Thank goodness I'm still relatively in my youth and have time to learn that you can't please everyone all the time.
You can try and put yourself out there and say how you feel only to have it misinterpreted and turned around on you but that's life, I suppose.
When people think the world revolves around them, there's really no trying to state otherwise.
Just move along.It's silly trying to navigate through social politics and I'm being assured on all sides that it's just part of being in a social circle but is it, really?
Sometimes I can't help but feel like it's just my social circle that's crazy which is crazy unto itself because everyone at some point can't see past their own egos.When parties start acting weird and not communicating or cutting off contact how do you say
"you've changed and hurt my feelings since such-and-such happened/came along"
and not have a fallout of nuclear proportions which probably doesn't result in the desired outcome anyway?
Does this get better as we get older, or does it get worse?
I keep expecting people/instances like this to become phased out of my social scene.
That with the inclusion of new people there won't be catty, childish drama and words said about others behind their backs and all that stuff that we hoped we'd left behind when we dropped 'teen' at the end of our age descriptions.
Maybe I'm asking too much?
Bombay
EL GUINCHO | Bombay from MGdM | Marc Gómez del Moral on Vimeo.
Happy Tuesday.
I'm moving past the feeling and into the night
I need to really buckle down tonight and do some reading for Existentialism, Kierkegaard is talking in circles and I need to follow through repetitions of
the self is a relation that relates itself to itself or is the relation's relating itself to itself in the relation; the self is not the relation but the relation's relating itself to itself
and so forth.
In the meantime, enjoy this poor 'shoop I did of Tyrone on Nietzsche's face.
That mustache is so ballin.(original Nietzsche image here)
Also, somehow I missed this when it came out. Did you?
Arcade Fire - The Suburbs from Merge Records on Vimeo.
Not a whisper, no words
These past few mornings have been slow-moving, I hit the snooze more than I should, zombie my way through my morning routine and don't really wake up until I'm halfway through my first class and sometimes not until even after that.It's been stupidly cold here lately (-40C people) and the thing that snaps me out of my reverie is the intense, biting wind for the ten-minute walk to campus.
Usually that's enough to wake me up but -seriously! Enough of this uber-cold nonsense! Where's my January of last year with it's -2 type temperatures? January, you're not who I thought you were, who you used to be.
You've changed.
It's hard not to let weather like you get this down but there's so much coming up that I can't really get sour for more than when I stop feeling my fingers. There's the BASSFACE launch party at The Pyramid this Friday, seeing the play Dionysus Is Getting Impatient which my lovely friend Kendra is performing in, The Data Dance Lv 2 (SO excited for this!), the Festival du Voyageur party, Stickybuds at The Academy, and a bunch of potlucks, birthdays, and get-togethers with friends planned in between. How can I not feel warm inside thinking about it all?Don't forget to love yourself - Soren Kierkegaard (courtesy of my Existentialism class) Make sure you do!
Orpheus melted the heart of Persephone, but I never had yours
I'm always on the fence about Zooey Deschanel.
Love-hate.
She's either stunning or weird-looking.
Quirky or annoying.
Typecast or fabulous.
But this video is such nice eye-candy.
And the song is kind of catchy.
And fitting for how I feel right now.
We are very busy people
THE LIMOUSINES from Mathieu Wothke on Vimeo.
I'll play synth.
