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Considering the 3rd annual No Pants Dance Party at Babylon just to see if DJ Helvetica Bold lives up to his name.

1 year, 7 months ago

29 7/12: The Taoist

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I got these tat­toos to remind myself to stay on the path. A reminder like this is some­thing of a para­dox; to be on the path is to be unaware of the path.

Even though I strongly believed in the tenets of Taoism, I still found myself off the path more often than on it. There was a point where I began to ques­tion whether I was truly a Taoist or just a Tao-enthusiast, because my under­stand­ing of the ideas didn’t nec­es­sar­ily mean an abil­ity to apply them to my life.

Self portrait at 29 7/12

 

But over time, I for­got about my tat­toos. Or, should I say, I stopped think­ing about them, the way one may be so accus­tomed to the nose on one’s face as to never dwell on the idea of it’s existence.

In the same way, I’ve for­got­ten about the path too, even though I know I’m on it. I don’t seek coun­cil from the Tao Te Ching nowa­days, because there’s noth­ing left that I don’t under­stand. I found the feel­ing of seren­ity I’d been seek­ing for so long.

I turn 30 in five months, and I finally believe I’m a Taoist.

The Turning 30 Series

Date  June 13, 2010
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At the very least, The Departed pays hom­mage to it’s Hong Kong roots by hav­ing a Cantonese-speaking buyer. Still not impressed though.

1 year, 7 months ago

Home early

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After a night of camp­ing, I’m home more than a day early. The unre­lent­ing rain and insects were enough for me to won­der whether it’s worth for­go­ing the com­forts of home (and rest, and clean­li­ness) for a few new sub­jects to photograph.

I now have sev­eral mos­quito bites on my body, about the size of my fist each. This is with­out any scratch­ing on my part, and they’re steadily grow­ing. My skin has always reacted badly to mos­quito bites. I’m pretty sure I’d have to turn down National Geographic if they ever offered me a job as a wildlife photographer.

hugs

 

Date  June 13, 2010
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Date  June 11, 2010
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Meat slap

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I’ve dis­cov­ered that bonk­ing my cat on the head with a pep­perette will not dis­suade her from eat­ing it.

Then again, I prob­a­bly wouldn’t give up bacon if some­one slapped me with a pound.

Date  June 9, 2010
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romantically vulnerable

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I’m left feel­ing very vul­ner­a­ble and won­der­ing if I can be truly attracted to some­one for who they are, instead of the idea of a rela­tion­ship and the asso­ci­ated com­fort of famil­iar­ity and phys­i­cal con­nec­tion. I miss affec­tion­ate text mes­sage con­ver­sa­tions, spon­ta­neous plans to cud­dle, and hav­ing some­one to spoil, but I need more time to sort out my feel­ings, and to get over the last one.

This is the exact rea­son I had to take a break from her. I haven’t had any con­tact in a while, and even though I sel­dom think of her these days, I’d be lying if I said I’ve for­got­ten completely.

There are morn­ings I wake up with the mem­ory of her next to me in bed, pass­ing hours with only del­i­cate grazes between us. It’s as if my sub­con­scious is still lin­ger­ing on what we had, even though my con­scious has given up on what could have been. Wanting to live my life with her became such a habit that I still catch myself wish­ing she could be there to share in my con­tent­ment when I’m sit­ting out­side with the breeze against my skin on sunny Spring days.

She never under­stood why such a break would take so long1, or why I couldn’t give her a solid time-frame, but now I know it was the right deci­sion. Even though the pain and jeal­ousy have left me, I have to let go of the good mem­o­ries just as much.

Not that I can’t be in a rela­tion­ship with some­one right now. Rather, I shouldn’t, cause it’d be unfair to the other per­son; I still catch myself mak­ing com­par­isons to her, believ­ing that no one will be as dynamic, inspir­ing, or good for me. Or wish­ing I could some­how relive those mem­o­ries through some­one else, even though I know that new, won­der­ful, unique expe­ri­ences are cre­ated with every rela­tion­ship and every partner.

I know where I need to be before I’m ready to be with some­one again. I’ve been com­pletely taken with peo­ple in the past, and even­tu­ally I truly get over them. It may take years, but one day I wake up and the mem­o­ries don’t affect me any­more, though they remain as beau­ti­ful as they are important.

  1. And this break was with the expec­ta­tion that we’d even­tu­ally be in con­tact again, which would assuredly take even longer! [↑]
Date  June 8, 2010
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He may be the bad guy, but I do believe my pants have been charmed off. http://yfrog.com/j5hefpj

1 year, 7 months ago

Jesse Dangerously — Halifax Rap Legend (Live @ Zaphod Beeblebrox)

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The last stop of the 1000 Crooked Miles was right here at Zaphod’s in Ottawa. The last song of the night was Jesse’s (who was head­lin­ing) with a per­for­mance of Halifax Rap Legend, the beat taken from his upcom­ing album.

I know of no other rap­per who can use the expres­sion “rest­ing on your lau­rels” in their rhymes. I sus­pect this is why MC Chris once named him as the only rap­per he liked.

hugs

Hugs after the show.

Date  June 7, 2010
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EEEEEEEEEE Jeremy Irons with a clumsy Amercan accent in a Western! I hope he doesn’t die. #swoon

1 year, 7 months ago

Facebook Hater

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Someone sent me this:

Hey there you facebook-hater,

I’m forced to con­tact you though the bor­ing medium of gmail, since you are too cool to be on face­book. I guess all the hilar­i­ous com­ments, and inter­est­ing videos and pic­tures that I post are not rel­e­vant to you. That’s fine, I guess if I was a truly inter­est­ing per­son I would know how to make my own per­son­al­ized blog. My per­sonal life’s tapes­try is worth­less in your eyes, because it has been woven with the low class, and eas­ily obtain­able fibers offered by face­book. If every­one can do it, then is must be crass.

But I didn’t email you to lec­ture you on your elit­ist, seclu­sion­ary stance towards all the peo­ple who would like to be your friend and share the inter­est­ing tid-bits of their ever-changing lives with you through an easy, fun, and con­ve­nient social net­work­ing device, which can only invade your pri­vacy as much as you let it…

It’s funny cause I barely said any­thing to him about Facebook. As usual, I just explained that I don’t hate it, but don’t think it’s nec­es­sary for me when I have a per­sonal domain that gives me com­plete con­trol of my con­tent (and pri­vacy). This is my polite answer. But he saw through all that and quite ele­gantly summed up how I feel about com­mu­ni­cat­ing through Facebook in the first para­graph of his e-mail.

Date  June 7, 2010
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If the Dove MEN+CARE foam­ing loofa is too rough for my skin, does that make me less of a man? #feelinge­mas­cu­lated

1 year, 7 months ago

Character study

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By some, he’d be con­sid­ered a catch, but only because he fol­lows the rit­u­als of rela­tion­ships (even if it is with­out an appre­ci­a­tion for them), and is exceed­ingly nor­mal, some­thing more and more uncom­mon when com­bined with the qual­ity of being sin­gle as we get older.

He has a good heart. This fact becomes par­tic­u­larly clear by his fourth domes­tic beer, which he drinks because he can’t tell much of a dif­fer­ence between brands and it’s cheaper than imported; though he’ll hap­pily stock his fridge with Corona when his friends come over. The alco­hol makes him sloppy, but never abu­sive or acerbic.

Sitting just out­side the main­stream is his taste in music. It’s nei­ther eclec­tic, nor par­tic­u­larly inter­est­ing. If one of his favourite bands hap­pened to have a sleeper hit, he wouldn’t care, or even notice.

There’s an even­ness in his deme­nour that makes you won­der whether he can truly feel joy. If he tastes the same thing as you do when bit­ing into a piece of medium-rare steak, or if he really appre­ci­ates her.

But he treats her well, and that’s all that mat­ters. Maybe not as well as you did, but it’s good enough to make her forget.

When she’s with him, she knows what she was never sure of with you. He’s uncom­plex, yet so unlike your­self that you can’t fig­ure out what it is about him.

Their hap­pi­ness is based on some­thing you were never able to share with her. You’ll spend your whole life won­der­ing what that is, and he’ll never know how lucky he is.

Date  June 5, 2010
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Just heard Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd for the first time, and now I’m embar­rassed that I liked the Deftones cover.

1 year, 7 months ago
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Turns out one of my neigh­bours who also dri­ves a Civic got her car bro­ken into with no sign of forced entry. Scary.

1 year, 7 months ago
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