how to fully theft-proof your car:

there is really not a whole lot to say, in this post, other than i'm glad nobody was hurt and it WAS quite a breeze...

so, i was sitting in my toronto living room surfin the 'net and trying to stay cool (it was an unbelieveably hot and humid day). my roommates were out to dinner and i had the house to myself. i was all kicked back, enjoying an icy cold one and relishing the silence. then the wind picked up...

i'm not kidding, it was like WICKED windy for about five minutes. the roommates pulled up about 4 minutes before this happened at the top of the street:


my neighbour (aka: slingblade)


one mashed up minivan... all i could say was "wow". oh, and "those poor poor suckers with no 'act of god' clause in their car insurance".... (to be confirmed). but at least they had been very diligent in protecting from theft:


ouch....


here's me (in my rolled up trackpants). déSASTRE !!!

the end.

tasogare seibei

the other night i walked home in the rain.

dyl and i had already left cobalt (half cut) and had begun strolling towards our 'hood when the humidity turned tangible. it wasn't long before the dark skies had opened up, spilling massive drops of water and brightening the wet streets with jagged scars of light. the deluge of rain was unavoidable. in mere moments, we were absolutely saturated... and i was reminded, as i'm oft to do when i'm caught in the rain unexpectedly, of a quote from jim jarmusch's "Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai" :

"There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything."

just after dyl and i parted at shaw street, i took off my flipflops and strolled the rest of the way barefoot, pleasantly soaked and pondering its figurative application to my life...

i think i'm on the right path.

no pointo.

procrastionation station

duuuuudde....

not blogging for awhile makes a person feel guilt.

i think to myself "i should really write." but i don't feel like writing. then i'm vaguely inspired by something that would be halfway decent to write about, but allofasudden i remember of all the things i have skipped over [like the fact i went to CHINA for chrissakes !!!] and the inspiring thing seems somehow less inspiring...

earlier this week, i sequestered myself on a plane. being stuck in an aisle seat, i couldn't nap. so, after thoroughly finishing my gossip rag [and by thorough, of course, i mean having completed the crosswords AND cheated on the sudoku puzzles], i dug through my pockets to find a shred of paper to write. this is what i came up with:

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it's been so long since i've written that i'm intimidated by the massive absence. i'm riding on a plane (again), cruisin over endless pillowy soft fields of cloud, melancholy. listening to yorn and half blinded by morning sun, i'm not sure if i've ever been quite this tired... it's been months of clocking air miles and work hours --so long, infact, that i can't quite pinpoint a beginning. the bright blue sky lined cloudy white outside my window makes a week-ago mid-night shadowy trauma seem impossibly dark. 3am i woke to fluttering and an awareness of motion above my exhausted body. window open. it's a bird, damnit... but why isn't it hitting the walls or windows ?? it must have flown around my room twice or three times before i could allow myself to acknowledge, with horror, that it was a bat. with very little effort on my part, the nocturnal beast departed the same way it came in, leaving a slighty shaken me to discover (with a bit of help from our friend the internet) that my experience was considered to be a death omen... i tried to write it off the way i would the 'death card' in tarot --that it's figurative and can mean the end of something such as a phase, a thought, a way of being. less than a week later, i found out that my last remaining grandparent had passed away...

***

and now i am inundated with things to write about: how much i truly fucking adore my extended family, how amazing china, japan and hong kong were with my nuclear one. how fantastic a time i had in san francisco with my partner in crime, miss M. how much i love the living end. how incredible i think the flames are gonna be this year. how beautiful fireworks can be. and on and on...

so i probably won't write again for another 3 months !!!
:)