March 30, 2005

A Favour House Mine

We were at the house late last night, build­ing desks and fill­ing dry­wall holes. I decided not to sleep in this morn­ing, because I needed the time to get work done, although I also needed sleep to get it done prop­erly. There are mailouts to com­plete, state­ment stuffers to design, bitmaps to vec­tor­ize, and count­less other things for which I’m respon­si­ble. I con­vinced myself that I’ve (begrudg­ingly) gone through enough tor­tur­ing days of lit­tle sleep for some­one else, so it would be more appro­pri­ate if I did it for myself now.

Stepping out­side, the chill of win­ter morn­ing still in the air against the early light of spring, I skipped nine tracks until Claudio started singing, in his shift­ing, melodic voice:

Bye bye beau­ti­ful
Don’t bother to write

My lethargy turned into energy, as I thought of how things have worked out based on the deci­sions I made. How I could die happy right now, although I’d pre­fer to wait at least two weeks if given the choice.

The way I seem to have every­thing I deserve, and noth­ing that I don’t.

Tagged as Filed under
March 28, 2005

Yoghurt And Rice

Someone used a yoghurt and rice exam­ple on me the other day. In his beau­ti­ful Lebanese accent, he told me, “It’s like yoghurt and rice. I can explain it to you, but you won’t under­stand until you try it for your­self.” There must be sev­eral other ways of say­ing the same thing, but the most inter­est­ing I’ve ever heard was two exam­ples at once: Taco Bell and anal sex.

Now I’m dying to try yoghurt and rice. I’m guess­ing that it would only work if it’s white rice (jas­mine fra­granced would be neu­tral enough), and a plain, non-fruity, yoghurt.

Tagged as Filed under
March 26, 2005

Case In Point

Hahhahahahahahahahahhahahhahhahahhahahahhahahahhahahahah
hahah­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hah­haa­hah­haa­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haa­ha­ha­haha
haha­ha­ha­ha­hah­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hah­haa­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hahha
ahah­ha­hah­hah­ha­ha­ha­haa­ha­ha­ha­hah­haa­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hah
haha­ha­ha­hah­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hah­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hah­ha­ha­ha­hah
haha­ha­ha­ha­hah­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haa­ha­ha­haha
haha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haa­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hah­ha­haha
ahha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haa­ha­hah­ha­haah­haa­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hah­h­ha­hah­haha
haha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haah­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haa­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haah­ha­hah
aha­ha­ha­ha­ha­hah­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haa­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­ha­haa­ha­ha­hahh
ahhahahahahahahahaahahhahahhahhahahahahahhahahhahahahaha

Tagged as Filed under
March 25, 2005

Exp

Today, I got to pick the restau­rant. I chose one that’s always bustling on the week­ends, even when there isn’t a wed­ding recep­tion being hosted, named after the Yangtze River in China. There was a mix­ture of lan­guage in the air, due to the fact that I was sur­rounded by large Chinese fam­i­lies, catch­ing up on each oth­ers lives, and young Caucasian cou­ples, on their Friday night dates. The fam­i­lies were all famil­iar. I could relate to every young boy in them, try­ing to fin­ish his deep fried crab claw balls while con­cen­trat­ing on the game in his GameBoy. The couples…

I thought about the time we walked around those long, ster­ile aisles that only you could take me to. There were small plants of basil next to a mis­cel­la­neous food item sam­ple stand, and it was my first time smelling the aroma of a live stalk. What a dras­tic dif­fer­ence it was from the basil I bought in a con­tainer, or labelled as “FRESH” when they were ripped from the roots before transportation.

For some rea­son, I feel like steak”.

Someone from another cou­ple over­heard and couldn’t help laughing.

I know exactly what you mean”, the man jovially said.

We looked for a steak­house after­ward. On the high­way, I asked for a sug­ges­tion. Your knowl­edge of the local restau­rants was always wider than mine. I gave rea­sons against your first two pro­pos­als, and you refused to con­tinue, frus­trated. I thought about the time we tried to find a game we could both get into, and you rejected the first eight. How dif­fi­cult it was to not kick that Gamecube into the wall, and yet I didn’t say a word, some­thing I could only con­trol because of how much I still cared at that point. I put my foot down to make a deci­sion (much bet­ter than the alter­na­tive), and we set off for a tep­pa­nyaki steakhouse.

It was a place that I saved for cel­e­bra­tions. We were seated alone at a table usu­ally reserved for eight, along with a lone per­former, twirling his knife and flip­ping his flip­per. A cel­e­bra­tion of us we agreed.

And I decided that those cou­ples around me weren’t so unfa­mil­iar either.

Tagged as Filed under
March 24, 2005

March Books

Thumbnail: March books

I love the feel of a new book. Before the cor­ners are dented, when the cover is still slip­pery smooth.

Guy Gavriel KayThe Last Light Of The Sun
I was a huge fan of Tigana (although not so much Fionavar Tapestry, even if it was partly based in the city I grew up in). I don’t even like fan­tasy books, and Tigana is on the list of my top five books of all time.

Carol ShieldsThe Republic Of Love
As I said in a pre­vi­ous post, I was in the mood for some­thing mod­ern although I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I was also in the mood for some­thing roman­tic. I found out about this book when I noticed Karen read­ing it dur­ing last years May 2–4 camp­ing trip.

Mordecai RichlerThe Apprenticeship Of Duddy Kravitz
Ever since I read The World According To Garp, a book full of lust, humour, pas­sion, and life, dis­cov­ered from the “Recommended Reading” list that my high school pub­lished every year, I had a deep rep­sect for the books I was exposed to in class. However, two English classes meant two dif­fer­ent cur­ricu­lums. When I was study­ing The Great Gatsby, the other class was study­ing To Kill A Mockingbird. When they were doing A Prayer For Owen Meany, I was doing Pride And Prejudice. The Apprentiship of Duddy Kravitz is to make of up for the time I spent study­ing The Catcher In The Rye.

It was only a few days after I bought these three books that I real­ized every sin­gle one of these authors is Canadian. Why does this coun­try rule so fuck­ing much.

Tagged as Filed under
March 23, 2005

It’s The First Week Of Spring

The city begins to melt as the sun warms soil and pave­ment alike. Trickles of water run every­where while the ice dis­solves, a pre­scient sign of the streams soon to be come from lawn sprin­klers and car wash hoses, as excess finds its way to sewer grates. By night, the tem­per­a­ture drops below freez­ing again and the small urban cur­rents turn solid. Pedestrians prac­tice their wad­dles in the morn­ing as they maneu­ver across the slip­pery patches. The only remains of ice are the paths left com­pressed by the tram­pling of feet through the winter.

Every day I wake up it’s a lit­tle brighter, in my room, and in my mind.

Tagged as Filed under
March 22, 2005

Sober Enough…

To know that I never want to talk to you again.

Tagged as Filed under
March 20, 2005

Answering For Others

[kml_flashembed movie=”/videos/chineseanswer.swf” width=“480” height=“335” wmode=“transparent”/]

Aaron and Karen are noto­ri­ous for their inabil­ity to end a phone call within the first fif­teen min­utes of pick­ing up. This isn’t always their fault, of course, because most of the time it’s the peo­ple at the other end who per­sist in stay­ing on the line. Sometimes I’ll pre­tend that it’s a wrong num­ber when we’re hang­ing out so that they won’t be dis­turbed. Unfortunately, this time, the per­son was per­sis­tent. It ended up being a rude char­ity worker.

My Chinese has a ter­ri­ble Western accent, bad enough for me to be able to rec­og­nize it and cringe. Normally, I’m not so bad, but I was def­i­nitely rusty and caught off-guard.

Tagged as Filed under
March 20, 2005

One Of Those Nights

Hi.

It feels like my glasses are dirty, but it’s really the sur­faces of my eyes.

There’s this inde­scrib­able desire to be amongst oth­ers, after spend­ing time with myself for so long. I’d like to sit in the mid­dle of a café right now, I think to myself, so I could lis­ten the lay­ers of peo­ple talk­ing. I’d like to be slumped down in a soft library chair, decid­ing which book to take home, with the hushed shuf­fling of pages all around me. I’d like to be walk­ing on the streets of New York, dodg­ing the taxis on 42nd and tenth, walk­ing across the streets with the other pedestrians.

This is one of those nights.

Tagged as Filed under
March 19, 2005

Stepping Through The Shadow, Part 2/2: The Friend Aspect

I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be para­noid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.

—Tool, Forty Six & 2

Unfortunately, I’m not myself when I’m around my friends.

With them, I’m hap­pier, more con­fi­dent, extro­verted. It’s usu­ally only with them that I can test the bound­aries of social con­duct, because I know that they under­stand me, accept me, and are will­ing to back me all the way. Sometimes, I end up say­ing some pretty embar­rass­ing things off-the-cuff, things made more embar­rass­ing by the fact that even my friends aren’t laugh­ing. But to find the bound­ary, one has to cross it at some point. And it’s such a fuck­ing power trip to know that I’m test­ing myself as well, test­ing how far I’m will­ing to go, some­thing that I can only do with the right people.

Without my friends, I recede into my shell. I require them at par­ties, events, social func­tions just so I can inter­act with peo­ple nor­mally. When I do find myself in absence of their pres­ence, I force myself to be social. I con­sider how I would behave if I was with them, and pro­ceed with cau­tion. It’s slowly get­ting eas­ier for me when I’m by myself. Perhaps I’m gain­ing my own self-confidence when I’m not around them.

Something I that can only gain when I’m with them.

The Stepping Through The Shadow Series

March 18, 2005

With A Lot On The Mind

I haven’t been sleep­ing well lately. At night I wear an anti-bruxism splint (made of ther­mal active mate­r­ial to elim­i­nate metal clasp­ing), and this pre­vents the occlusal sur­faces of my teeth from wear­ing down. Unfortunately, this doesn’t pre­vent the actual act of grind­ing, and some­times I still wake up with lock-jaw.

Ever since the begin­ning of the year, things have been along mov­ing quickly, both good and bad. On top of that, most of it has been hap­pen­ing all at once, leav­ing my emo­tions in a rather unset­tled state.

Everything feels like it’s some duo­tone greyscale.

It’s not that any­thing is wrong, but there’s been a lot on my mind, espe­cially with the upcom­ing move. I have to get the walls trimmed and washed before paint­ing them. I have to get the locks changed and dim­mer switches installed. I have to find the per­fect desk and recliner for my room. I have to make sure that the phone and cable is installed. I have to adjust to a new set of monthly (some­times bi-weekly) pay­ments for insur­ance, hydro, heat, condo man­age­ment, mort­gage, and prop­erty tax. I have to relax and take one thing at a time.

Hopefully, things will be set­tled by mid-April.

Tagged as Filed under
March 16, 2005

The Keys To The House

Thumbnail: Keys to my house

The trans­fer of keys is the very last step in buy­ing a house. Aside from all the steps involved in actu­ally pur­chas­ing one, to get a set of keys means the com­ple­tion of many things. A con­sol­i­da­tion of one’s funds (deposited in trust, posted on file, ver­i­fied by accoun­tants). The pay­ment of all par­ties involved (lawyer for legal fees, gov­ern­ment for land trans­fer tax, insur­ance com­pany for title insur­ance, as well as the seller for the full amount of the house). A record in the munic­i­pal min­istry of the trans­fer own­er­ship (once the lawyers of both par­ties involved have paid for an exe­cu­tion clear­ance certificate).

The keys sig­nify that the deal has been closed, and noth­ing has gone wrong between the time of pur­chase and the day of trans­fer. Usually, I worry about things going wrong, even when there’s only a mar­ginal chance, and I have a com­plete under­stand­ing of this fact. When some­one shakes my hand after an inter­view to con­grat­u­late me on get­ting the job, I’ll worry for days, right up until I get my name on the con­tract. This was no excep­tion. Anything could go wrong — seller chang­ing his mind, hid­den law­suits or liens, or even a fail­ing of the final inspec­tion — from the day I made the bid to the last min­utes of the clos­ing date.

Yesterday, I walked into my lawyers office. I car­ried with me a cer­ti­fied cheque that was mostly my down­pay­ment, but also included his fees and taxes (I’m for­tu­nate enough to not have go into my line of credit to pay for the lat­ter two). I signed sev­eral doc­u­ments, received my sta­tus cer­tifi­cate and condo papers, as well as other let­ters of confirmation.

Today I picked up my keys, and now I own a house.

Tagged as Filed under
March 14, 2005

Fatness In Stereo

Thumbnail: Large Dolly in stereo

I’ve tried many times to cap­ture the actual size of Dolly’s cur­rent girth, but the cam­era doesn’t really do a good job of it. I fig­ured that the only way to accu­rately show how large she’s got­ten is with stereo­scopic images. That way, one can actu­ally tell how much Dolly is com­ing off the couch with a bit of depth per­cep­tion. It’s never easy to take stereo­scopic pic­tures of a cat. Usually they’ll move or twitch when the alter­nat­ing photo is being taken, so it almost always has to be done while they’re asleep. Even a twitch of the cam­era strap, or a shuf­fling of feet will be enough to pique the curios­ity of a cat

Dolly’s head looks small in com­par­i­son to the rest of her body, but her head is actu­ally nor­mal for a cat her age, and it’s her pot belly that’s grown out of pro­por­tion. Every time some­one comes over, I usu­ally get a com­ment on how much she’s grown. Outward.

Tagged as Filed under
March 13, 2005

It’s A D/s Life: Life After Loo

I haven’t writ­ten about this sub­ject in a while now. I needed to take a break, to dis­tance myself in order to gain some per­spec­tive. Now that I’m here, I feel com­fort­able enough to talk about it again.

But before I go on, a lit­tle expla­na­tion of my poten­tial bias is needed. I’ve always been one to believe that a sin­gle bad expe­ri­ence shouldn’t turn some­one away from any­thing for­ever. I try to keep this belief in my head when I catch myself asso­ci­at­ing the D/s lifestyle with pain (ha! get it?) and frus­tra­tion. The only hands-on expe­ri­ence I have being a dom­i­nant was with a per­son who would repeat­edly hurt me and bring me down.

However, I don’t believe that this was a con­scious char­ac­ter­is­tic. It was a per­son­al­ity that was widely hyp­o­crit­i­cal, mean, and extremely dif­fi­cult to deal with, but all of this fit the “type” of sub­mis­sive that she was. I saw her as a tremen­dous, effu­sive force that, when wielded cor­rectly, could be used to great advan­tage. The only prob­lem is there are only few with enough strength and patience to tame and guide such a force, although some­one who could accom­plish such a task would form an unbreak­able bond between mas­ter and slave. I knew that I would even­tu­ally have the strength, but I cer­tainly did not have the patience to be deal­ing with what con­stantly felt like a per­son work­ing against me.

So it’s with this cau­tion­ary step that I pro­ceed to explore the D/s branch of the BDSM umbrella. My sub was depen­dent on the lifestyle; she required it in her rela­tion­ships, and her only means of relax­ation was being a bot­tom at a party. I knew the risks of get­ting involved. One of my biggest fears was that I would grow depen­dent on the lifestyle as well. After all, what greater ela­tion is there than to feel as if one owns another mind, another soul, another per­son.

As of yet, I don’t feel some tremen­dous urge to go out and find a sub to abuse. I’m not expe­ri­enced enough as a dom­i­nant to do that. I know, how­ever, that D/s is some­thing I’d want to explore in future rela­tion­ships. I con­sider it a basis of open­ness, trust, and accep­tance. Exploring the lifestyle (as a female sub espe­cially) would lay the ground­work for a lot of other things.

Many of which I have yet to dis­cover for myself.

March 12, 2005

Books, Games, TV, Movies

I haven’t been able to get into any­thing in the last lit­tle while. Keeping myself occu­pied has been dif­fi­cult. There are dis­trac­tions every­where, and I don’t think this will end until I move.

I’d really like to get into a book, but I’m never in the mood for what I have avail­able. I’ve decided to take a break from Thus Spoke Zarathustra, which is why the Zarathustra ses­sions are on hold. I zeal­ously read it when I was search­ing for a greater mean­ing to the prob­lems I was going through at the time, but now I’d pre­fer to read some­thing that’s eas­ier to get through. I still have my copy of Doctor Zhivago that Christie gave me, but I would need to be in a cer­tain cul­tural mood (i.e. Russian) to enjoy it, and I’ve read enough Russian lit­er­a­ture in the last five years to keep me sat­is­fied for the next lit­tle while. I’d like to start Moby Dick again (and pos­si­bly even fin­ish it this time), but I want to be a lit­tle more set­tled in my life before I try read­ing such an epic again. I’d try to fin­ish the Story Of O, but I gen­er­ally try to stay away from hard­core erotic lit­er­a­ture when I’m on the bus or before I go to sleep. I’m not in the mood for sci-fi right now, which is too bad, because John got me a copy of The Butlerian Jihad a few years ago at Christmas, one of the only thought­ful gifts I’ve ever recieved from him. After read­ing Tigana I can’t get into any other fan­tasy books, because they all seem shal­low and cheesy in com­par­i­son. I’m in the mood for some­thing mod­ern, so maybe I’ll go to Chapters and pick up a copy of The Stone Diaries.

There aren’t any decent games to get into at the moment. I don’t com­pletely agree with the new match­mak­ing poli­cies intro­duced in the 1.17 patch of Frozen Throne, so I don’t play on battle.net any­more. Usually it’ll be a tower map against John, or a big free-for-all with Trolley and Aaron, but noth­ing com­pared to how addicted I was to Starcraft or TFC. I also know bet­ter than to get into some­thing like World Of Warcraft if I want to retain any sem­blance of an actual life. It’s tragic to not be able to play what could eas­ily be one of the most sig­nif­i­cant games of the next decade, but I’m not will­ing to take that risk.

There isn’t any TV I can get into lately either. I’m wait­ing for the fourth sea­son of Trailer Park Boys to come out on DVD. I’ve watched the first sea­sons of Arrested Development and Clone High over and over again. I’m wait­ing for Trolley to recieve the first three sea­sons of Six Feet Under to come in through Zip.ca before watch­ing it. I got half-way through the sec­ond sea­son with Louise, but it started to get point­lessly depress­ing. Maybe this is just in con­trast with shows like Trailer Park Boys and Arrested Development, where peo­ple who are placed in the worst sit­u­a­tions still man­age to keep their chins up and their hopes high.

The only thing that has been able to keep me occu­pied is music, which has been com­ing in at a reg­u­lar pace. After hear­ing Cochise by Audioslave, I wasn’t too impressed with what has become the after­math of both Soundgarden and Rage Against The Machine breakups. Perhaps this is due to the fact that I’ve always been on the Nirvana side of the Cobain vs. Cornell debate. Some may think that grunge died with the dis­so­lu­tion of Soundgarden, but Nirvana fuck­ing started it all, mock Pixies band or not. In any case, my first impres­sion of Audioslave’s sound was that it was flat and repet­i­tive. What else can be expected from a bassist known for mim­ic­k­ing the main gui­tar riff in flag­ship songs like Bulls On Parade and People Of The Sun? I had been lis­ten­ing to Audioslave’s Shadow Of The Sun from the Collateral sound­track for two weeks now, but it was only two days ago that it really hit me. And yet I’ve been going through so much music lately, that the song becomes as sig­nif­i­cant as any another I’ve decided to keep.

Tagged as Filed under