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The wind is blowing all the ashes around
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When I walk in I can still smell our cooking from the night beforeorange and ginger pork chops
hurried pasta with chunky sauce
vindaloo over rice
spinach casserole with too much cheese
our shared domesticity continues to astounds me.
The bedroom still smells of fresh paint
'periwinkle' you said, cover in flecks of it
I painted the trim and the parts I could reach
over the corkscrew that had been spray-painted on
by someone who is gone
covering the bad memories, the hurt
with a soothing blue-gray
we slept well that night.
Spent.
We're settling into it, each other
it's strange
I feel my heart leap when the key turns in the lock
maybe that's temporary but somehow,
no
I don't anticipate that fading.
My solitude is just that
time by myself, without you
I relish it and find a place within myself for it
like I found one for you
that I didn't know ws there until you found it
-all that seems so long ago, now.
And now here we are.
I find I am always picking out furniture for our home in my mind.
Rosemary, heaven restores you in life
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Some things that University life has taught me are
sometimes regurgitating what your prof expects instead of your own insight is the way to an A
people with tenure are usually giant asshats
just because someone is in post-secondary doesn't mean that they're smart
and that art students don't always understand the art they're supposed to be making.
Because if this chick knew anything about Nihilism, she wouldn't be doing such gross things to try and prove a point.
'Cause with Nihilism, there is no point in doing anything.
And we wouldn't have to sit through two minutes of her trying to open a friggen tin can before anything actually happens
before we spend the next several regretting that we did.
Never been good with changes
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Even though I'm a lover not a fighter did you know that I love UFC?Neither did I until last Saturday.
I used to find stuff like UFC or boxing barbaric. I mean why would you just want to make a living beating people up?Though now that I think about it, that is kind of awesome.
Saturday I realized that I like them for the same reason that I love the ballet.
The intense pressure to deliver.
The self-discipline.
The technique.
The rigorous training.
The tight clothes on men.
Plus the above scene isn't usually the kind you'd expect of people watching a ballet recital.In my experience there's no beer, no snacks, no yelling and getting all fired up over what you're watching.
Though if that's how you watch the ballet, can I come watch it with you sometime?
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How to Make Icelandic Pönnukökur from Iceland on Vimeo.
This is what we are making for breakfast
Happy Superbowl Sunday
The dreams of acting offscreen
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Eating potato pancakes and drinking coffee and hour and a half before hot yoga.I might throw up during class but that's okay.
Just stay out a deep Camel Pose and you'll be okay, I'm saying to myself. Don't tilt your neck so far back during Cobra Pose, don't lean your head all the way down during Downward Dog.
Luckily not upchucking is the only thing I need to worry about.
Nothing silly like alighing my chakras, or balancing my chi.
Just don't puke or fart in hot yoga and I'm set.
And, sure, maybe I could avoid these self-induced dramz if I wasn't eating potato pancakes and drinking coffee before going.
But when yr bf wakes up on a Saturday to make you tasty eats it's not like you can say no.
You eat that stuff with a smile on yr face and be thankful for it.
Happy Saturday.
She owns a lot of nice flashlights
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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
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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
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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?
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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
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EL GUINCHO | Bombay from MGdM | Marc Gómez del Moral on Vimeo.
Happy Tuesday.
