Sutor, ne ultra crepidam.
1 year, 5 months ago
Wow that felt good.
1 year, 5 months ago
Listening to Puff Daddy’s No Way Out, purely for nostalgias sake…it’s like I’m in high school again.
1 year, 5 months ago
hair of the dog
I wish Trolley was here so we could play Starcraft 2 like we did when we lived on Island Park. I’d set up my laptop in his room — he’d have a beer and I’d have a joint — and we’d spend hours against some computers in Warcraft 3. Or he’d surf the web and listen to music while I wrote in this blog, sharing the apartment with his kitty and mine.
Those were the summers of No Motiv and Coheed and Cambria. The winters of Bel Canto and The Dears. I remember being happy then.
I wish Aaron and Trolley were here so we could get really, really drunk, even though I don’t drink anymore. Only when I wake up in the middle of the night, and all the thoughts I’ve been pushing into the back of my head come clawing out, leaving me with a restless mind. I pour a glass of Bailey’s on the rocks and practice scales until the alcohol makes me fall asleep again.
One time, we went to the Honest Lawyer to celebrate Aaron’s birthday. In our drunken haze, we thought it’d be a good idea to order some pizza when we got back to my apartment (there was a pizzeria right outside the side door). Aaron hurled in the garden rocks as we were waiting for the order. We brought him in, and gave him a pillow and towel cause he wanted to sleep in the bathroom. He told me later, “I only get that drunk when I’m really depressed”. Sounds good to me.
I wish my friends were here so we could drink like the old days, when we were between school and work, and women.
“Majel holds onto the last scraps of her dignity as I take a picture.” Funniest cat photo of the year (toilet training): http://bit.ly/cESSOQ
1 year, 5 months ago
August ending
August passed me by.
My Tai Chi studio closed at the beginning of the month due to the new provincial tax policy. I was going to look for another studio, but I haven’t had a chance. Instead, I took up singing lessons. It didn’t help that Starcraft 2 came out, and the fact that most of my friends purchased it too so there’s always at least one person online and ready to play with me.
marathon
Eating Coke candy for breakfast this morning may not have been the greatest idea, but I think the virtue of having something to chew (and decidedly yummy, at that) was the only thing keeping me awake after filming two weddings in two days, and hence alive after my drive back to Ottawa on only a few hours of sleep.
Sheer force of will kept me going through the weekend, though I’m sure that remembering to stay hydrated helped too. I wanted so badly to pull it all off, just to know I could do it. At one point, during a gap of time when the wedding party was taking a break, I went to my car, put the seat back, covered my eyes, and passed out for about 25 minutes. Normally, I can’t sleep except in the most comfortable of conditions, but such was the extent of my exhaustion.
Beginning the second wedding was the most mentally challenging part, knowing I had another 14 hour day ahead of me when I barely got any sleep and my body was starting to feel the sore from running around with so much camera gear strapped to me the previous day.
I was lucky enough to meet Mike, an assistant photographer and cute Italian guy who carries this casual attitude about him that lets people bring their guard down around him. I’ve needed to meet someone like him for so long, just to remember the world isn’t all tragedy and cynicism. I also got to see Preston, and even though I never had a chance to catch up with him, it was good to know he was doing alright.
The final tally for the last two days and nights:
Hours slept: 11
Hours spent filming: 30.5
Number of movie clips taken: 939
Gigs of footage taken: 116.93
Number of pounds of camera gear carried on each day: 19.5
Kilometres driven: 1376.13
Courses eaten at reception dinners: 15
Red pockets received: 1
Cousins seen: 6
Names forgotten: 3
Kitties petted: 1
Hugs given/received: 7
Canon 70-200mm lenses seen: 5
Cantonese words spoken: 29
Years since I last saw Preston: 8
Chocolate covered espresso beans eaten: 10
Chocolate covered strawberries eaten: not nearly enough
Ukuleles strummed: 1
Words exchanged with dad: 34
Kisses from aunts: 1
Number of bite marks on forearm from trying to stay awake during drive home: 4
Painkillers taken: 3
I now measure time by the number of unread items in my feed reader.
1 year, 5 months ago
AIR SUPPLY!!! #tears
1 year, 5 months ago