Explain to me how $2.47 credit on a phone card is worth 2 min­utes of talk time to London but 119 min­utes to Edinburgh.

10 months, 2 weeks ago

Sometimes I wonder if you're bored like me.

Sitting at home on a ran­dom night, caught between the com­fort of your room and the stim­u­la­tion of peo­ple. You once told me I could always call when I said I didn’t want to be a hyp­ocrite, but I don’t know if that’s true any­more. It’s been a while. I won­der if you ever think about me, and if you do, whether it’s with fond­ness, dis­taste, or indifference.

By now you’ve prob­a­bly fig­ured out that I can never be the one to pick up the phone first, which is why it’s hard for me to believe we’ll ever see each other again. I wish there was a way we could just talk, and not have things get com­pli­cated, and not have to worry about you or me or any­thing between us.

Sometimes I think I’m strong enough, but I think of that call and that voice and the burn­ing across my skin, and even­tu­ally I real­ize I’m only fool­ing myself. Just mak­ing excuses to see you again cause I miss you so much. I’m not yet used to the fact that I can’t share these songs, these expe­ri­ences, this hap­pi­ness with you, and it’s left me feel­ing incomplete.

Even now it feels like there was so much left unsaid. Like my words were always inad­e­quate to the bur­den of my heart cause I was never able to con­vince you of how spe­cial you were and how much I loved you. But time is teach­ing me that you knew, and that noth­ing would ever have been enough.

Not long ago, I real­ized it’s not just you I can’t stop think­ing about, it’s all of my past, from insignif­i­cant instances to major events. If only you weren’t one of the only things worth remem­ber­ing, and I wasn’t try­ing so des­per­ately to forget.

so I had to go out and find love of another kind

All I tend to do nowa­days is tin­ker on the gui­tar or uke. It’s nice to have projects, to be able to exper­i­ment and explore and scream. Music is such a won­der­ful medium.

And the small rit­u­als1 — mois­tur­iz­ing cal­louses before bed, fil­ing nails, tun­ing, clean­ing, adjust­ing the action — always bring a com­fort­ing famil­iar­ity when every­thing is per­fect. Not to men­tion that won­der­fully juicy feel­ing when hit­ting cer­tain chords just right.

Larissa

 

Ever since I left my Tai Chi stu­dio, I’ve been look­ing for a hobby to throw myself into. Something just as com­plex and slow to mas­ter. It’s nice to feel like I’m improv­ing myself some­how, and the best part is I don’t need a part­ner or a sub­ject or any­one else.

  1. Ironic, me being a Taoist. []

I left the ocean cause it’s just too cur­rent. #hip­ster

10 months, 3 weeks ago

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Turns out I just ate $7 worth of choco­late. Feels like I should be going to con­fes­sion about this. #guilt

10 months, 3 weeks ago

mission

I’ve been on auto-pilot.

It’s nice be able to stop think­ing cause I’m on a mis­sion to make sure every­thing goes well, to be able to put aside my own inse­cu­ri­ties and ner­vous­ness for the sake of get­ting shit done, and be happy with the per­son I am when I can pull it all off.

writing thank you cards

Energy for the day, with chicken-apple sausages and the cutest single-serving bot­tle of Heinz ketchup.

Alayna booked me a room at the Hilton cause it’s lit­er­ally a block away from the venue, and she knew I was com­ing from out of town. It was only John and I at the hotel that night, a lit­tle bit of pri­vacy and peace we had together that worked to our advan­tage. The fact that he wasn’t ner­vous made me ner­vous, even though I knew that meant he was mar­ry­ing the right one. While I wish I could have filmed the entire event, I knew my role was more impor­tant than that.

I finally got to meet his core group at the bach­e­lor week­end, and I fuck­ing love them. They’re amaz­ing peo­ple1 with such intel­li­gence and con­fi­dence and inten­sity, and I’m so proud that John can count them as among his clos­est. But I took the most pride in the fact that I was best man out of the wed­ding party of 16 peo­ple, as well as the only one going back to his ele­men­tary school and even high school days.

Hilton view

A view of City Hall, Nathan Philips Square, and John’s office in the finan­cial dis­trict from the 27th floor. Toronto always seduces me at night.

It was great to see all of John’s fam­ily in one place; usu­ally it’s scat­tered cou­ples and kids at the cot­tage. Heather’s girls are grow­ing up, and even Grandma Currie was able to make it despite the fact that she hasn’t been in good health.

The only time John choked up in the day was dur­ing in his speech at the recep­tion, as he explained his dad’s influ­ence on his life. When I’m com­mis­er­at­ing with him, he always takes enough time between his words for the emo­tion to clear from his head, but when he was up at that podium he lost pace and the words got caught in his throat.

John reads the bible

Reading Genesis in the Trinity College chapel at John’s old University of Toronto stomp­ing grounds, as we wait for guests to be ush­ered to their pews.

It was only the sec­ond day I didn’t pick up the gui­tar since I got it. And while I haven’t been inspired to play every day, I’d still touch the strings at least once out of habit before going to bed. My fin­gers feel like they’ve already lost some flex­i­bil­ity, but at the same time I think the break reset some of my bad fret­ting habits.

Chinese rice noodles

Rice noo­dles smoth­ered in peanut but­ter and soya sauce and sesame seeds. There’s so much com­fort to be found in this food.

The more I come back to Toronto, the more I want to stay. I feel like there’s so much I want to leave behind in Ottawa. So many mem­o­ries and emo­tions I’m try­ing to escape.

My friends are busy with their own mar­riages and kids, and I never see them any­more. I think mov­ing will solve the occa­sional bouts of lone­li­ness. But in the back of my head, I know it’s really my own intro­verted ten­den­cies that keep me from explor­ing out­side of my com­fort zone, and I won­der if it’s my city that needs chang­ing, or me.

  1. One of whom has already had an award-winning CTV movie made about his life, star­ring Graham Greene. []

Cheeks sore. Feet blis­ter­ing. Great day.

10 months, 3 weeks ago

Uncle Craig (John’s mid­dle name­sake) just bear-hugged me and picked me up off the ground.

10 months, 3 weeks ago

The pou­tine bar is now open.

10 months, 3 weeks ago

SO not used to being the one pho­tographed. #self­con­scious

10 months, 3 weeks ago

I’ve been warned that if I drop these dur­ing the cer­e­mony, I’m the only one allowed to pick them up. http://t.co/UfeBDje

10 months, 3 weeks ago
10 months, 3 weeks ago

My goal today is to use the word boner in my speech at least once.

10 months, 3 weeks ago

Why do these seats have only one arm rest? John says it’s cause peo­ple are get­ting fat­ter. #annoyin­gasym­me­try http://t.co/xleZr37

10 months, 3 weeks ago