Monthly Archives: September 2010

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Went for a walk in the mar­ket today.

Saw a yellow-haired home­less man almost get run over as he absent-mindedly tried to cross the street against traf­fic. When the dri­ver gave him an extended honk, he took a slow drag from his cig­a­rette as he saun­tered back to the side­walk. There was no shame on his face, no embar­rass­ment, no worry. He couldn’t have cared less. It was as if you could take noth­ing more from him.

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I’ve always loved people-watching, and today was no excep­tion. A lit­tle game I play with myself to fig­ure out someone’s tastes and habits through their man­ner­isms. There were peo­ple on every cor­ner, and so much won­der held in the mys­tery of every one of them. It’s impos­si­ble not to feel hope at this realization.

I’m always after that moment, when I’m caught between the focus and the enig­matic blur, lost to the colours and the wind on my skin, and try­ing to make it last a lifetime.

House Show II: Invitation

Owing to the suc­cess of last year’s house show, I’ve invited both Shane Watt and Jesse Dangerously to come and per­form again next month. Not only will there be awe­some music and an assort­ment of mini-cupcakes hosted in my liv­ing room, it’ll also be Jesse’s birth­day party.

This will be a col­lab­o­ra­tion across Eastern Canada, as Shane will be com­ing from Montreal (with a poten­tial secret guest), and Rosie will be trav­el­ing from Halifax on man­dolin to join Audra, Nic (also com­ing from Montreal, as Rockefort F. Loopfrog, the beat­maker), and I as part of the Dangerson Famile. However, I don’t think Dolly will be mak­ing an appear­ance because the sheer num­ber of peo­ple in the house last time really freaked her out.

second house show flier

I had a lot of fun mak­ing this flyer, fea­tur­ing Mr. Cupcake. The great thing about Avenir is that it sup­ports so many vari­a­tions of the type­face, which lets you make movie and con­cert posters in the clas­sic style of a full-justified col­umn of information.

Meeting Sikander and Lunato

I’ve known Sikander for a few years now, but the extent of our inter­ac­tion only hap­pened online. We knew each other through the Ottawa blog­ging com­mu­nity, but at this point, nei­ther of us can remem­ber who found who first.

Now he lives in Toronto with Lunato, which I didn’t know wasn’t her real name, and whom is now his wife (I think they were just room­mates when Sikander and I first started talk­ing). I’d see lit­tle glimpses of their lives through their pic­tures, along with their per­pet­ual smiles, kawaii details, and mot­ley assort­ment of friends. It was inter­est­ing to see how two peo­ple from dif­fer­ent cul­tures could get along so well; as Sikander said to me, he used to be a good Muslim boy before he met her.

Sikander and Lunato

Coolest cou­ple ever.

They hap­pened to be in town for a wed­ding, and it was the per­fect chance to finally meet in per­son. We set­tled on some gelato over which to talk; I always mar­vel at how small the cup sizes look, and then how full I am after a medium.

Love by Oka

 

We’d send music back and forth over the years, though usu­ally it usu­ally stays in the ambi­ent, elec­tronic genre between us. Funny story: Lunato told me she liked my video of Hong Kong mar­kets, and it was actu­ally Sikander who gave me that music from the Code 49 sound­track (which I slowed down about 50%). He said it sounded famil­iar but never real­ized where it came from.

Before part­ing ways, Sikander gave me an album by Oka, an Australian elec­tronic reggae/dub out­fit. He once saw them per­form at a busker fes­ti­val in Toronto (though they’re not buskers), and it was the first hard-copy piece of music we shared. A music rec­om­men­da­tion is always gift, and an actual phys­i­cal album feels all the more special.

vaccine (soldier on)

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I know I need to hurt right now. I need to go through this.

I could ignore every­thing and pre­tend like nothing’s wrong, but it’ll all catch up to me sooner or later. These emo­tions are the anti­gen; to feel the full extent means it’ll be over sooner.

And if I sur­vive, I’ll be stronger for it.