Thursday, January 26, 2006

i finally got to do my interview with Eugene Hütz the other day. Now i have to transcribe it. More thoughts later.

Later is finally here.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Last Call For Grits

In Jumpers, Tom Stoppard writes "It's not the voting that's democracy, it's the counting."

Living in Alberta, the hub of New Conservative love-ins, the party swept the province with the utmost ease. And people who wanted an alternative to the strangely unnatural looking Stephen Harper and his love for overprojecting tax cuts and space defence were left with the deadpan reality that if they voted in a non-Conservative way, their vote would be rendered useless and tossed out. Ah yes, the Riding system of Canada. 65% of Alberta's voters voted for the Conservatives, and therefore, the Conservatives won 100% of the seats. Me, like 500,000 other Albertan peeps who didn't vote for the Conservatives, could have just not shown up to mark an X. Another way to look at it is that the Conservatives gained three times as many votes as the Liberals in the Prairies, but took nearly 10 times the seats. No wonder voter turnout is so low...

i just want to be represented.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

You Came To Take Us, All Things Go, All Things Go

This is the new year, yes? During the last bit of time, i have

baked a vegan pie for my beloved cousin, and then subsequently lost her to the beauty of the Norwegian landscape on Christmas day.

drank so much coffee over the holidays that I have once again, become reliant on the indubitable friend.

danced with all the hipsters at Broken City on the last day of the 2005 year, a drink never leaving my hand and a cigarette never leaving my mouth, unless it was to kiss someone.

lost my dignity and gained an oversupply of shame after waking up in a hotel room and not knowing where i was on new year's day, at two in the afternoon.

decided that Shirley Temples are my new preferred poison, and that whiskey shall be quietly displaced as the sweetheart.

chronic chest pains, which started on the first day of the year (perhaps from the expurgation sessions i have had since the massive new year's bender).

This list seems destructively deadly. All things go.

But the catalogue above seems slight and remote in comparison, because now, when i kiss my lovely boy, i almost cry, every time.