And until I stop breathing, my lungs will take her for granted.
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I Wanna Be A Trailer Park Boy
Cause Trailer Park Boys never give up.
Cause Trailer Park Boys aren’t stuck in the rat race.
Cause Trailer Park Boys smoke weed, drink, and eat cheeseburgers all day.
Cause Trailer Park Boys love kitties as much as I do.
Cause Trailer Park Boys always dream, hope, believe in something better.
Design Itch
Web design is a frequent itch for me, as inspiration comes from everywhere. Quite often, I come across a beautiful site that has a clever element here or an interesting pattern there, and get the urge to redesign my own.
But as there’s no such thing as a perfect athlete, there’s no such thing as a perfect design. Minimalism, while functional and accessible, tends to lack personality. Style — while beautiful and full of character — tends to be biased and stagnant. I find myself in a constant state of flux between the two ideals.
Right now, I’d love to have a bigger canvas, something like Days With my Father, where I can display my photos in a much larger format (because, really, the impact of a photograph is lost when it’s small). I’d love to have items organized by columns fit that perfectly in a grid, aligned along natural vertical rules. I’d love to have something a little more complex, something that invites a viewer to explore further.
But I’m happy with this one. It does what I want. It looks right, no matter what day or mood I’m in.
Having a design that matches my situation is important to me, which means they generally don’t last longer than a few months, as I tend to evolve within that time. There have been many times that I’ve written, “This is the last redesign for a while”, only to be unsatisfied in some way and to change it within a few months. I unveiled the current one at the beginning of the year, and it’s probably the one I’ve been most satisfied with. Whenever the itch strikes me, I browse through the archives and admire how clean everything is, and how different types of content seems to work in the same area. Then I realize how hard it would be to come up with something better, and the itch goes away.
So no redesign for a while.
Promise.
Bridgehead
We met on the bus, side-by-side, reading books that both won Nobel Prizes.
I was supposed to meet you here three years ago, and they’re out of apple cider. The cranberry cider is tart, but only too much when you sip it so. There’s a subtly distinct taste to it, barely enough to stop me from wondering if I just paid $2.45 for warm cranberry juice. I didn’t even want this drink; I just wanted to sit down and write.
I never would have come here if you hadn’t suggested it. There are too many people. Too many going for the freshly-grounded, shade-grown, fair trade bullshit that’s been marketed to the hipsters who think they’re doing the world a favour by patronizing the right kind of places. Pretentious people who come here to read, then put their headphones on because it’s too noisy.
I don’t fit in. That’s probably a good thing.
I was supposed to meet you here three years ago, but your boyfriend got jealous and wouldn’t let you come.
We met on the bus, and I haven’t seen you since.
She Is The Water, I Am The Waves
She is the light, I am the prism.
She is the words, I am the voice.
She is the viola string, I am the vibration.
She is the bud, I am the bloom.
She is the life, I am the living.
She is the heart, I am the pulse.
She is the medium, I am the message.
She is the water, I am the waves.