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Ana
Arlin
Ed
Laura
Leanne
Liz

Oct 7 2006:
Didn't end up running for council because I was too busy the week nominations closed, and it's a good thing, because I'm now too busy to do anything other than what I need to for school and work. LIz just left for Kelowna so I get the house to myself for the weekend.
Trip update: mom wants me to go somewhere with her so I think her and I will go somewhere warm this winter. Then, the Asia trip for me. Or possibly NY/LA. We'll see how it goes. The good thing about NY/LA is I don't have to learn a new language/culture. But as in many things these days, the good thing is also the bad thing.
Still reading The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky. Fantastic book.
Saw SOAP. BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I realized today that the "ideal" world is one in which criminals deserve to be thrown in jail, because they had an honest to goodness choice in whether or not they became a criminal. The question is, where does one draw the line with "choice"? In another discussion I'll be arguing that nobody has any choice about anything. So maybe there shouldn't be any such thing as jail. Strange.... I guess one has to draw up a set of parameters about choice and stick to them. The point is, so many criminals are criminals because they've had a life so hard you can't even imagine. So you say "still, no one MADE them become a criminal" and you're right. But the deck was stacked against them, and that just ain't fair. "Life isn't fair" you say.
I say it should be.
So one has to try to help out people who are in bad situations. That's how you prevent crime, not by banning knives or guns or whatever, or increasing the severity of penalties. You help people to help themselves.
Petition is over. Did we make a difference? Is the city a little better now? I hope it's at least not a little worse.
I feel like while I was lying on the beach, looking at the sky, my pre-summer 2006 self tag-team hand-clapped with my post-summer 2006 self.
I wrote three songs in three days last week. That's got to be smoe kind of record.

Sept 23 2006:
I can't believe how close I just came to losing 4 years of work... its 420 am and I'm currently burning files to a disc. I've spent the past 7 hours working to get my computer back into a state of allowing me to access files. I was sweating bullets for a while. It's weird, I thought catasrophic system crashes only happened to *other* people.
So, some advice: back up your files right now if you need them.
more advice: grab your favorite band name on myspace now, because they're going fast. While i was waiting for windows to install I read Edx's blog which reminded me I still needed to register Middlemarch or the Coefficients. Both taken. Weren't a few months ago. damn.
Anyhoo, I was thinking of running for city council, because there are like 5 wards with only one declared candidate... and the deadline to declare is wednesday... but its a bit of work to declare and this system crash cost me many hours... we'll see. JM

Aug. 13 2006:

Aug. 12 2006:

Aug. 7 2006:
I showed up at the fringe today, 12pm to get the volunteers set up at the table. They were already there when I arrived, and then another volunteer showed up, and then another. Some serious double booking occurred somehow, (for a slight change) and I apologized profusely to all those inconvenienced. As I was doing this, a fringe official aproached me and asked - no, told - me to remove the petition and any petition related objects from our table as third parties are aparently not able to be included in Broadway retailer's displays. He was not very flexible. We tried to compromise by removing the petition from the table and such, but eventually the police got involved and the table was dismantled altogether (I was not around for this part, but I heard about it). Such is the way of things.
I've been feeling stress lately over my group projects; the big one (sheep and the petition) and the little one (design project for cmpt250). I don't want to let anyone down. I often (always) don't know what the best course of action is. I suppose this type of insecurity is somewhat natural.
I dream about tornadoes all the time.
EDIT: speaking of the fringe, I recommend checking out 'the Last Man on Earth'; the play was written for the creative writing class that I took last winter by a very talented new writer, and I lend it my personal endorsement.

July 5 2006:
Petition is going, getting sigs.
Started cmpt 215. Why do I have to learn assembler? I don't know....
Good News: new Mars Volta album on Aug 22. Bad News: Sleater-Kinney has disbanded.

John was right - they sneek a four day weekend in there between t1 and t2 of summer session. We went camping and it was so exactly what I needed. Mary Jean and Liz and John and Tal and I all went up to Tal's parent's place at Pike Lake and camped in the front yard.
I just finished watching Nausicaa (so good) and now I'm waiting for my DLA program to finish running - i think it's broken, taking too long...
later

June 2 2006:
We finished Shadow Puppets. Sort of. Well, for now I'll say we finished it. SO what am I doing now?
Taking cmpt 250
Studying diffusion limited aggregation
Getting my life back


playing with my new laptop

Getting caught up in something very very big - and unexpectedly being looked at to lead it.
hoping that my regrets won't stack up too high.
trying to read 'da vinchi code' (I am so tossing that damn book) Also reading 'rebecca' by daphne du maurier which is much better
Summer snuck up on me this time.

May22 2006:

May21 2006:
Updating from work while rendering

Got me mars volta tickets, although the seats are pretty high up there
I was sitting in class the other day, tired as usual, kids filing in at 825. Prof says to the kid carrying his saddle in "has anyone actually ever had their saddle stolen?" I put up my hand.
*Earlier that morning: Jordan finds some other goofy seat where his old one used to be*
The two things that keep cmpt 250 tolerable for me are 1) JAva, not some other loopy language 2) nice summerness
gettin' a laptop.
moved.
render's done.

May5 2006:
OMGOMGOMG!!! Mars Volta is coming to Stoon on Sept 19!!!! AAAHHH!!!

May1 2006:
Hardcore work as usual - movie is due soon though, so we're almost done. Although the schedule is tough, I've been finding ways to get out and keep my spirits out of the dark place they tend to go to when one stays cooped up in the office too long. Seriously, I think there is concern around the office that Jordan is cracking up, possibly caused by my new habit of wearing slippers and never smiling, EVER. What's really been stressing me out is missing ShEEP? activities. All this fun stuff going on and I can't participate! On Friday I actually managed to get out f work and help with the preparation for the environment and labour forum that was taking place the next day. It went late and I ended up crashing at John's. Earlier that day, I had lunch with Kim at the Duck, which was nice and relaxing.
Today our main drive that contains all of the workspaces and footage for the project failed in a horrible, horrible way. It had been acticting up for the past two months - refusing to spit out footage sometimes. Lately, it had begun to randomly corrupt files and then uncorrupt them when the computer was rebooted. Then today it corupted every file on the disk and there was no uncorrupting them. So you're thinking we're done right? Pick up our ' we got screwed by technology' T-shirts at the door? Wrong! Everything is backed up to tape, as of last night. Should be good to go by tomorrow moring, but at least I got a bit of a break today, sort of. I had a hard time accepting that there was nothing for me to do (losing a day this close to crunch time is not good). I left Ken and Tracy scratching their heads over the smoking wreckage of what was left of the Y drive (labeled 'why', to be clever. It didn't seem so clever when we were bellowing "WHYYYYY???" to the cruel heavens above). I went to the bank and poked around the mall a bit - tried to decide if I should pick out a cd I kind of want to go with a cd I really want thats on for 2 for 25. I ran into Leanne there *dramatic music swells*, and we chatted for a bit about Advent Children, which apparently comes out TODAY. Am I over my teenage obsession with final fantasy yet? Oh, I think I'm willing to drag it out of the closet for this occassion.
So then I tried to do some more work, but that failed, so I headed home (in mom's car. Bus pass expired today, along with my license, which I renewed). Drving down Idlewyld, I spontaneously pulled the car over and started running around and climbing on top of things, taking pictures of the city skyline which somehow looked cool veiled in the misty rain. Then I went home and put some work into recording a song, which turned out AWESOME. My new new mic totally owns.
Anyway, I gotta go to bed so I can go in to work and survey the damage tomorrow morning. Adios!

PS: I can't even believe how awesome Mars Volta is!

April 22 2006:
On Wednesday I was working late, as usual, hunched wretchedly over my screen, mousing and typing. I heard the doorbell ring but ignored it because I knew Ross was working and figured some musicians were wanting to be let in. Minutes later I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find some people in my office. But not jsut any people - it was John and Sarah! They had come to visit me at work on my birthday! I was so pleased! I showed them around the facilities and then we went and got some good dairy queen. it was fun.
Mj's surprise bd party last week was a blast. We drove into a secluded area by the river and hiked through the bushes in the dark. I drove because I had had the least of John's special fruity drink.
ONly two exams this semester. Niiiiiiiice....
got some new boots. They're pretty sweet.

April 18 2006:

where

My eyes pick the hair from 
the back of the stranger's
head _
wilting threads
like the grass there 
where we met`
you and I`
back before`
when we were friends.

The stranger turns _
his face is vacant
of your eyes.
But my eyes are trying
to remember what 
my heart has _
the grey grass`
wind tearing the brush
of our hair`
wishing out and spreading
our adventure
over the scan of
the wide land.

April 9 2006:
Things have been so crazy lately... it's been difficult to concentrate on the things that need to be done. SP is in hardcore git're done mode now, so I need to find a way to clear my brain and be productive - blasting the music just isn't doing it any more for some reason.
ShEEP? stuff has been going good - we're meeting with a lawyer next week to get the details worked out for the petition.
I'm so excited about getting back on the bike! It's been over a year - more like a year and half actually, since I messed up my knees. But the knees are good now, and I'm totally pumped. I'm even dreaming about it - this should go in the dream section but whatever - but I had a dream that Sarah and MJ and I were planning this bike adventure at Pike lake. Anyway, there's only one problem: my bike is in a state of disrepair. It needs: new wheels, new brakes, a newchain probably, a new seat etc. I wanted to fix this stuff myself, hardcore style, but since I have no time I'm probably just going to throw money at it. John Johnstone had this great idea - I forget what he caled it, but it's basically "cruising on the bikes" during cruise weekend in the summer. What a great way to make a statement about sustainable and environmentally friendly transportation!

mitosis-ferrous

convection____
floating in
starry mthher fluids
         ` 	like
     ` `	child
moved by the musyc 
	of the currents
	
after the stones-ferrous punched low
	in the earth terra
	boiled over`
	birthed the world`
	the circle that curled in God`s womb__

affection____
convected in
vortex affected fluids
` `    `	like
   `  ` 	wild
like I could lose it
	in__the currents``

after the bones wear and knees go
	and the faire *****
	boiled over`
   `	and full unfurled`
	*** **** **** curled ****	
	
handled by heat and light
   `        `		mitosiis` 

March 25 2006:
Busy busy weekend: the director is in town again and we're going hardcore trying to do as much as he can in the short time we have. Should Exploitative Economics Persist ShEEP? has been going hardcore - the issues we're concerned about have been brought into the spotlight, and people all over the city are talking about them. It's great to see.

weaver I

A weaver has spred a web
about my body
_not touching me.
It collects dew which drips
into the basin of my lip.
my moisture`
my eyes`
my thirsty mouth
begging for touch         ``` _` 

March 7 2006:

Weaver II

I smile whenever I see her`
whenever I see her

I smile the slough of
tripwire twine`
that silvers from the weaver.

I smile whenever I see her`
whenever I see her

I smile the sickle moon
that shines
the patient web reciever.

March 6 2006:

drowsinsss

My shadow is gettng shorter`
the daylight is brightrr than last
_`___I came tothis place.
The air is less diluted
and pale to the sighht.

I think I might wake
__`_`back into motion
__slope down from the height
`____of the cold coma.

March 4 2006:
I'm in the Music Department Arts Lab right now, trying to teach myself to play keyboard. I knew it wouldn't be easy, and I was right. BUT I can play Kid A now (sort of), a hacky version of Pyramid Song, and I'm getting pretty good at scales. Who knows what could happen? I SHOULD be working on the ShEEP? website, which I thought I had delegated off, but apparently hadn't... as you can see from this website, it isn't going to be pretty.



more poetry coming soon

Feb 28 2006:
So last night we went before city council and made our views known. Most councillors didn't seem to appreciate it, except for a few. The bylaw we were opposed to was passed, but not before a rather heated debate between those who were in favor (most) and those who were against (few, and us). Sarah and I made presentations, and then during the public hearing Mary Jean and John spoke, as well as some other people who support our cause. All in all, I think we did very well for our first time. We let council know who we are and what we stand for, and I think we gave them something to think about.
I wrote some poetry earlier today:

mitosis

Leaning together to whisper
when we`re frightened__
we`re satellites
__of eachother`

reversing mitosis
with whomever is closest.
I`m biting my eyes
so I don`t cry.

Power II

When the lights went out
I bent my head.

I l;stened tothe singing
___of machines` singing:
___`____yoo ar dying
________yoo needto eet
____`__``_like we need fuel
_`______yoo need the heet
_________`like we need fluids

             ```  `
Power III

each night
crossing the trackks
_there are others of me
that stumble and fall```
there are others that wander`
_____drown in snow
`_____________choke
there are othrrs of me thtt
_bend the path until
_the shape of their hearing
_and seeing is gone.

The tracks run away to infinitii.

The dried skin of the snowe has shown
``__`___ how the world has died.

the crakked skin on my hands
      _ _               has shown
_   `                   how I am dying.

Feb 22 2006:
Things are really heating up in ShEEP? land. We're speaking at city council on Monday. Come to city hall and lend us your support! Or, see us on Shaw 10.
I wrote a poem in class today:

Hands

A knobbly hermit picks
through, swaying`
_____________picking.

The brown of
the ground getsupp
his licking robes`
soaks over his sick back
___bent.

Dirty ragggs
sniffing the gum__
He's patting the 
ground, grinning.

Patting over
___a rack of rock`
___a bloatof bones.

Gum on the hands of
death`s sticky fingers.

Feb 18 2006:
So we met with the city planner, and got some very good information about what is happening with the Stonegate and Blairemore developements. Last night we were at school until 2am working on the petition which we will submit soon. I arrived at mom's place, and my room had already been cleaned out. She'd sold the house. I spotted the hole in the wall near the floor with some papers protruding from it. I'd never payed much attention to the hole during the four years that I had stayed there, other than to use it as a convenient place to store my stacks of loose papers. I knelt down on the floor and pulled the papers out - crouched, and stuck my head in the hole. I was suprised at what I saw on the other side. I had been aware that there was a space between the walls of my room and the adjacent room, but I didn't realize it was so large- it was like a whole other room itself, with even a small window to let light in. I crawled through the hole and into the secret room. It was dusty in there, and unfinshed looking: spare drywall resting against the walls, and no baseboards. There was a door, just across from the hole - I entered it, and found yet another small secret room, this one furnished with curtains and a musty bed (in tacky 1960s style). In the corner was some of my old musical equipment, which I hadn't used or even thought about since highschool. My dad must have put it in there when he helped me move into the house four years ago. But I had placed my computer desk in front of the hole and forgot about it, never bothering to check what was on the other side. I regretted this.
A dim lamp illuminated the room - it must have been lit four years ago, but no one ever came back to turn it off.

Feb 14 2006:
I wrote a poem on the bus today. It goes like this:

B`_

a ponytail
a goodsign
i looked on fromthe
          ________back`
trying.

I`m  trying to fit___
drole design

a taggle
a drole bind
stretching fromseat I
                   look`
sighing.

small finghers
from canccer doughqhand
stretching thoughthe skin
of a bulgebelly`

pulling the veins
like twine.

where is the fancy surgery__________________

Feb 13 2006:
Hi Kids
the diroector came into town last week to work with myself and the sound designer/composer. It was a good time. Got some good designs. Started working on actual shots this morning, its fun.
MCM and the presentation for my poetry class were also happening last week, so it was pretty busy. I decided to reward myself with a day off (the first since dec) - and guess who showed up at my place on Sat night? Liz!!!! yay!
I wrote some poetry.

over

Glide down blacken sky_
whiteslyde slip pavemit sky

teh stars are in me_
liek gas inanenjin.

wondering if 1 can stop now__

is it safe__?

slick pavemit...

sudden doubt cut out_
blackenrut up smile shut
but

it_s ok now

i say.

(ycantmybrainretainthat?)

P3n

ired somewker that
writing helps.

I thought my arm was a pype.
11 ttried to gridn that wretched litlle  crzng up
and force it through. 

__________like liquid.

But it stuck. i`n the pen.

I tryed typng
teethy keezees muching
munch mubcg mudfh
ouch.

no good



0xryx

tr girl in the pciturte
What's she looking at?
What's she looking at?

The oldemantckng
under your bed.
under your bed.

you with your s1imebrineeyz
what you lookin` _at?
what you llllllkin    at?

` ` ___

what you lookin` at?

I asked her ifirtsreal
is it real?
is it real?

t's always real.
it's always real.

Feb 01 2006:
Yesterday, www.LandingTV.ca went live. My first website! Make sure you check it out!

Jan 30 2006:
What a crazy life it is. I almost bagged a trip to LA, *almost*. I need to sit down with the director, who's in LA, for a design meeting. But he also needs to sit down with the sound designer, so they're bringing him here instead. But I guess that's sort of good, because now I can participate in the MCM, which is next weekend. We're looking to pull a win this year, and I think we just might. First three tries were jsut for practice. The engineering physics kids pulled a win last year and we're very happy about that.
It seems that everyone is super busy right now, not just myself. I've been talking to SIA and they need some posters, to promote the Landing road-show which is coming right up, but it seems like its just a wirl-wind of activity over there, and then guy who's coordinating it... his computer dies and he loses everything. Luckily i had it all, so I sent it to him. Speaking of landing, there's one more episode for this season and I'm working on it tomorrow night. It was supposed to be tonight but the dirrector got sick.
Other projects: The Trades website has been brought back to be finished off. I hadn't even looked at the designs for a year and a half.
More stuff: I'm reading this book called *Crow: From the Life and Songs of the Crow* for my poetry class. I signed up for a poetry class because I've never been much into poetry, and I thought I might be missing something. I read some poetry in my britlit class last year and it seemed interesting, so i thought I'd try it out. IT's paying off, becase Crow is one of the most interesting peices of literature i've ever read. It is so WRETCHED; it's a good thing I hadn't discovered it in highschool, or who knows where I'd be now. I dont want to break copyright, but I have to give you a taste:
His palace is of skulls.

His crown is the last splinters
Of the vessel of life.

His throne is the scaffold of bones, the hanged thing's
Rack and final stretcher.

His robe is the black of the last blood.

His kingdom is empty -
It goes on like that for an entire book! Some of it is a bit lighter, and some of it is actually quite funny. The author is Ted Hughes - he was the poet Laureate of England until he died in 1998.
Here is one of my favorite stanzas in the book:
And the Elephant sings deep in the forest-maze
About a star of deathless and painless peace
But no astonomer can find where it is.


Liz is in Edmonton. Who knows how long?

EDIT/UPDATE: In ShEEP? news, keep checking www.sheeponomics.ca for the new website, designed and built by Thaniel Usher of www.torrid.ca. Also, we've got a Whirl-Mart planned for the 26th. What's a Whirl-Mart you ask???? It's a cool thing that you should come to. Details here: www.breathingplanet.net/whirl/

Dec 18 2005:
Yesterday was the "How Wal-Mart Stole Christmas" protest. It went very well: if you watched global news yesterday, you saw us singing our made-up christmas carols. We got the attention of just about every person who passed through the intersection at Preston Crossing - some people honked and gave the thumbs up, some people scowled, and one old guy even gave us the finger. The only downside to te whole event was that some kid who showed up with a sign that said something like "only stupid lazy f*ckers shop here". Apparently some woman with kids in her car actually stopped and told him off - and rightfully so. But we got him to ditch the sign and everything was fine after that.
List:
one - white
two - yellow
three - green
four - dark red
five - orange
six - purple
seven - blue
eight - dark green
nine - light green
ten - black

Dec 14 2005:
The cursed time of brutalness is upon us... one final exam down, and two to go. I had to work the night before my last one, because of deadlines. Remember to watch Landing, Mondays on SCN. Here's a list:
a - red
b - purple
c - yellow
d - brown
e - black
f - grey
g - brown
h - grey
i - white
j - brown
k - green
l - light blue
m - red
n - orange
o - white
p - pink
q - purple
r - yellow
s - red
t - grey
u - teal
v - purple
w - green
x - dark green
y - yellow
z - green

Nov 28 2005:
Another great ShEEP meeting took place last night. We've set the date for the next Wal-Mart protest: Dec 17, at noon. John and I have been assigned the task of coming up with the poster. Also, tomorrow is the screening of Wal-Mart: High cost of Low Prices. Everyone is invited to that!
I read today, in preparation for a physics assingment, that little black holes may naturally occur in our atmosphere of up to 100 per year. Neat, huh? They're small, so they evaporate quickly.

Nov 27 2005:
It's been a relaxing weekend. Yesterday was grocery shopping and coffee at olympia with John. Today I was woken by dad calling with computer trouble so I went over there to help him out with it. Now I'm working on homework until the ShEEP meeting tonight.
I think it's interesting that there's been some 'controversy' lately with regards to people talking about WOW all the time when they go out with friends. I think it's interesting because I've never seen people get this emotional about such a topic, and maybe because I've never seen anything dominate conversation (and lives) as much as WOW. I think mmorpg's are changing the structure of gaming society. I know that there is some research being done in this area (http://www.nickyee.com/) and I'm interested to see what develops in the long term.
When I was in grade 8, my school had an event that involved lots of kids staying overnight at the school, sort of like a giant sleep-over. There were alot of activities like volleyball and movies and basketball and lan gaming. My friends and I, of course, went for the lan gaming. At this time I was very new to lan gaming, and had only played warcraft 2 (the hottest game) a couple of times. We played for a few hours, and then I started to feel like maybe I should be doing something else. I started to feel guilty, like maybe I wasn't getting the full experience unless I went and played some volleyball or something. So I went and played volleyball.
Weeks later, after I got REALLY into warcraft 2, I was thinking "dammit, why didn't I take that opportunity to play warcraft all night? Why did I care about doing other things when there was sweet, sweet warcraft?"
So, now I'm thinking, what am I missing by not playing WOW? All these people seem to enjoy it (more than sex or food), and here I am, not playing. Would my life be different, even better, if I played WOW? But it seems to me that the things I do instead of playing WOW, like playing guitar and writing songs, writing stories, spending time with friends, working hard at school and working hard at my career, are all more important things than playing a game.
And besides that, I enjoy talking about things that have to do with real life. I think that there is more to learn about real life by talking about real life than there is to learn about real life by talking about artificial, mmorpg life.
I once asked a friend how his day went, and he started telling me about everything he'd done that day. I listened intently, interested in what he was saying, until something he said tipped me off that he wasn't talknig about real life, but about his mmorpg. Three things struck me about this: 1) I was amazed that his game life had blended with his real life so much that his "what i did today" speech entirely involved in-game activities 2) I was amazed that these in-game activities were so banal that I was actually able to confuse them with something that might happen in real life, and 3) I was disapointed to realize that it's becoming difficult for me to relate to some people who have involved themselves with online gaming to such a degree.
Is this situation typical? I think it may be.
I still consider myself a gamer, although in times of bitterness I renounce the sometimes dubious distinction. Games have changed, and so have I. Games have become more like crack, and I've come to demand more value from the activities that I engage in. Maybe I'm just becoming an old man. I always thought that I'd play games 'till I died (a defensive response perhaps, against those who considered games to be for-kids-only and without cultural or intellectual value) but I don't think games are keeping up with me. I think the principle that has driven other forms of popular entertainment media, such as movies and music, is driving games; that is, games have to sell, and they sell better when gamers are paying up every month for their fix. For quality movies and music, we rely on the indie scene to drive innovation, and periodically infuse the corporate scene with new material to beat to death. But who do we rely on for quality control in games? Are there any indie game producers out there? Maybe there are, and I'm just too out of touch to know about them.
But the homework must be done, so this post is over. Let me know what you think next time you see me.

Nov 25 2005:
So, Lots has happened in the last little while. Lately, I've been stressing about getting my letters out, probing for interest in my talents, looking for people who need someone like me to help them do research... it's very intimidating. Sometimes I think "screw it, I'm gonna be a writer!" I might just do that... maybe. Or become a film maker.
I went to Regina last weekend for the SMPIA Showcase awards gala. Turns out I was nominated for my visual effects work in Psychedelic Pioneers. And when I got there, looknig around frantically for someone I knew, I saw John Johnstone! And as luck would have it, we were seated at adjacant tables! He was very stressed out about his bowling shoes (he didn't expect the affair to be as 'ritzy' as it turned out to be) and I kept telling him not to worry. It was a good time.
Speaking of John, I've got another little story in which he's involved. This summer I happened to run into him on the bus, and we got to talking about this little protest he was organizing with some friends of his who I wasn't aquainted with at the time. It sounded interesting to me, so I got on board, and now we've got a group which is focused on discussing and spreading awareness about the economic impact of large retailers such as Wal-Mart. The group is called ShEEP? (Should Exploitative Economics Persist?). There's a screening on Tuesday at 7:00 of a film called Wal-Mart: The high cost of low prices. I suggest you check it out at the Francis Morrison Library!
So I realized last week (as I helped my mom discover the internet) that this website is being linked to from some interesting places. There's a ghost-caught-on-video website out there that has linked me based on a dream I described that involved Ed and I fighting a ghost... that was such an awesome dream...
Seriously, I still update this website and I'm still interested in blogging. Please don't remove me from your links! Please!

Sept 18 2005:
I like to play this game with myself, where I push myself to exhaustion (sp?) with school and work, and see how much I can stack on my plate without breaking, and then next year I try to break that record. This year I'm doing quite well, I think the record will fall easily.
This weekend I went into the office, worked on some previz and concept art for Shadow Puppets, and the trailer for Landing. Then I went to Mcnally to work on my short story for Creative Writing in a laid back, caffinated environment. Hung out with Kim afterwards. Repeated first part on Sunday (work) but then went to Tim Hortons for writing. Andge showed up and we had a good talk about grammar.

DREAM TIME On a gravelly desert, a sparse group of soldiers are fighting each other: with guns, rocket throwers and all a manner of weaponry. There are no "sides," it's everyone fighting everyone else. One soldier narrowly excapes an explosion, but is propelled over a cliff; he slides down the gravel (the cliff is about 30 feet) and is partially buried at the bottom. He climbs up and surveys the scene before him; at the foot of the cliff begins marshland that spreads out as far as he can see. There are short bushy, desert looking plants all over sticking out of the water. The sky is purple and dusky, cloudy.
Voice over of soldier's thoughts:
"As I looked out at the distant clouds, and contemplated my freedom, my new chance at life, I felt no comfort." Up to this point I have been watching the soldier, but now I become the soldier. I wade into the water; it's very cold. I take a bit of some sort of snack from the pocket of my pants and chew on it. As I wade up to my stomache in the water, I realize dismayedly that the rest of the snacks in my pocket are now wet and can't be eaten. I pull the plastic bag out of my pocket and prepare to empty it into the water, when suddenly I observe a small light up at the top of the cliff.
My heart sinks, and I realize that I've been spotted, and someone will be coming after me. In desparation, I submerge myself under the water, but I know that I've been seen and it's no use. I start to run through the water, veering to the right behind some larger bushes and then back to the left to try to fake out my pursuers. I look back and see that several more lights have appeared, all around, that have started to descend the cliff. I find a ridge of dry ground further out and run up onto it, but by this time I can hear footsteps and shouting behind me. Finally, I put my hands on my head and lay down on my stomache.

August 30 2005:
Well, we apparenlty scored the shadow monster job, which means I'll be sleeping under my desk at the office from January to April. Very exciting.
In addition to this I got the email confirming that I've been accepted into creative writing!

August 24 2005:
So whats new what new.... the PGMG show was so awesome, and the opening bands were awesome as well. Sean Hewett and The Most Serene Republic. Fun. I was planning on going alone but as I walked up the steps to Louis I found Liz waiting for me. It was good. Other than that it's been mostly work... We're bidding on a contract for a movie one of the producers is shooting in LA. It's a low budget horror flick with a shadow monster that needs to be animated. So, for the bit of free time I've had between Landing episodes I've been working on a demo for that. The only problem is, if we get it, I'll have to drop all my term two classes. But it will be worth it.

August 12 2005:
The application for Eng 366 (creative writing) is due on Monday. Today is Friday. The application requires the submission at least twenty (20) pages of completed fictional prose. Two weeks ago I had zero (0) pages of completed prose, so I've been working hard for two weeks and now it looks like I might be able to squeeze out one single short story. The story will be weak, but at least it will be finished and twenty pages long. I may even have some free time left over on Sunday night to catch the Pretty Girls Make Graves show at Louis. I'm excited!

August 1 2005:
I finally bought a digital camera! I've been threatening to do it for years, but on monday I finally did it. It's such a sweet digital camera. Liz has pictures of our trip to the mountains on her website, i think.

june 21 2005:
I play too much warcraft. recording is progressing. I'll post more when something interesting happens.

june 9 2005:
I miss biking. I miss that feeling of freedom that's different from any other transportation. I'm just about at the point that I can start riding again.
The new SK album finally came and it rocks.
An episode of Landing is screening for pride week on the 16th. I hope it's open to the public so you all can come.

May 24 2005:
Two weeks ago I ordered the new S-K album from the subpop website and then forgot about it until I saw it in CDplus. I said "what the..." and then I squeeled. I wasn't sure if it would be carried in Saskatoon record stores, but there it was.
I spent the weekend playing Dr. Mario and writing on my science fiction epic.
band names:
the lotus peddlers

May 13 2005:
Edmonton was fun. riding the train was weird. When I was a kid I had a dream about riding in a burrowing machine that was digging to the center of the earth. The train ride kind of reminded me of that. It was dark when we boarded, so we couldn't really see anything around us. The train just shook and made noises and we assumed it was moving.
In Edmonton we did all sorts of things, like go to the zoo. We also went on the MINDBENDER or whatever its called at galaxy land and I was sure I had suffered brain hemorraging. It took a ct scan to convince me otherwise (seriously). My head still feels huge though. Speaking of trains (a roller coaster is kind of like a scary pointless train ), we took the LRT train in Edmonton from the university to downtown, and got some sushi. GOOD sushi. My theory is that the closer you get to ocean the better and cheaper the sush gets. This theory implies that toon town is the worst place for sushi, maybe second worst to PA or Regina.
I bought two things in Edmonton besides tonnes of expensive food and expensive coffee: jeans and the new Beck album. Which is awesome, by the way.

May 3 2005:
I'm going to Edmonton on Friday, with Liz. Exploring new cities is something I like to do. I dream about it quite often.
There will not be any flooding this time.
more band names:
the coefficients
the wretched mythers
please try again
There's some industrial steel equipment that I pass every day going to and coming from work. It's orange and two shades of blue and white and yellow.

April 27 2005:
Today I cut work to have lunch with Liz at Otowa. Tip: Otowa has very good lunch. Later that day, I volunteered to be the guinea pig for a hair cut demonstration at Marca. I learned that a planar cut on top will result in a increased graduation on the front and back.

While I waited for a render, I wrote 1.5 songs into my notebook. Some songs I'm getting ready for recording this summer:

It's a girl
three on one
egg paper
the girl with purple hair (she's just happy to be there)
proximity
letter to myself cursive
this is my goodbye cursive
flooding
where was I
the two of you
untitled punk song
untitled pop song
train song (tentative title)

That's an ambitious list, but I'm excited to get started!

April 27 2005:
I've spent the past two days going through wapos frame by frame, airbrushing eyes onto little clay puppets. In two days I've managed to do 24 shots out of, oh, about a billion. The file management system they're using is great; to find a file you go start -> search -> all files and folders. This is what happens after doing a show for several months and several billion shots.
I've been fantasizing more and more about starting a band, so here are some band names I've daydreamed up:
Middlemarch
Raven and T-Bear
Cronicker-Delta
Fine Structure
Blood Vapor
IntraVenus
The Duckies
Monstertronic Electric

April 25 2005:
I bought a notebook today. It's so that I don't have to wait to write things down.
When I got to work there was a note on the graphics suite door:

Graphics is UNAVAILABLE today. Don't even call me to ask. Love, Tracy

Tomorrow I'm helping wrap up Wapos.

April 24 2005:
Today I was lying in bed, thinking about how nice it was to not have to work Sundays anymore, when I suddenly remembered that I did have to work this Sunday. So I leapt out of bed, ran to the bus stop, and two hours later (the bus service on Sunday is horrendous) I was at work. I called up to my employer and was informed that today is Passover, and our clients are very Jewish. Thus, work will not be held today.
Even though it took a chunk out of my day to get there, i was actually happy that I didn't have to work, so I skipped over to Timmy's and satisfied myself with a ham n swiss and decafe mocha while I finished The Remains of the Day.
Taking the bus is annoying, but I have to do it these days. I have to do it because all the hardcore biking I did last summer did something to my knees that requires daily stretching and exercises to fix. I feel like such an old man. I was happy when the physio told me it was treatable though.
Last night was the math dinner. We all did our part to deplete the rest of this years math department budget by getting the three course meal at Truffles. It was a good way to finish a day that started with me waking up at 730 am to help my dad order Willie Nelson tickets on the internet. Actually, I finished the day at Liz's, working on a cool layout that will be displayed very soon.
Speaking of 'very soon', that's when the Landing website goes live. I'll post the link when it actually links to something.
later!

April 21 2005:
So I stopped updating for a while, but I'm back. I'm done finals and I've started. That is, started this summers activities. I'm picking up where I left off last summer. Last summer I had distractions, and I didn't accomplish alot of my goals. One of these continued goals is writing, and I'm finding that last summer's distractions have given me a little bit more to write about this summer. My time has been occupied primarily by writing, reading, work, and Liz.
I'm reading The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro and Microserfs by Douglas Coupland. On deck is The Divine Comedy by our friend Dante.
I'm working on a television series and a few websites. There may be an ad in there. And a little side work on Wapos the series. Yes, it's a series now.
6 months ago today Liz and I started dating. I didn't blog about it because at that time I didn't do much in the way of blogging about things that I actually cared about. I was uncomfortable putting down on blog my actual feelings. That is going to change. I'm using John Johnstone's blog as a model.
My dad and I moved. We're living in a duplex in Riversdale now, with Archie and the gang. We're close to a corner store, but it's only open until 7 pm. They sell pop, but it's JUKI-COLA. Or something like that, it's an extrememly no-name/generic brand.
While moving, I found a page of journal that I had composed back in second year when was having trouble. That was an actual journal in which I wrote down exactly what I was feeling. I usually typed up the entries but I guess I was away from a computer when the urge to write this one came to me. I started keeping the journal because I understood that something was wrong in my life, and I wanted to record it and study it later, after I had figured everything out. Reading it now, two years later, I can see that I was in a veeeery different state of mind than I am in now. I'm very tired now and it's sleep time. Good night.

Feb. 12 2005:
During my brief sabbatical from updating, my website somehow broke. Don't worry, I fixed it!
I wasn't updating because I got very, very busy. Three work projects dumped on my lap, plus an eng413 seminar and the MCM which I can't miss even when I should (or must in this case). I got an extention on every deadline I had for this week, except the eng, and made it happen. We submitted a solution that I'm happy with for the first time ever.
We sold our house and dad already has a new one picked out. I was surprised when he asked me to come on the tour. I thought the "we need to talk" that he kept putting off was meant to tell me something else. It's a nice place though, a duplex. It's near the water treatment plant.
I'm leaning over my bed examining all the garbage which is stuffed under it. I can't smell anything and I'm wonderng how that is, since the bodies have been under there for at least three weeks.
FLASHBACK
I'm dragging three large heavy bags down the stairs to the Basement. Ryan meets me there with the chainsaw, and takes them. Later, he hands me a wad of cash and asks:
"Do you want another job now?"
"No, I'm done. No more."
"Are you serious? This guy pays excellent."
"No I mean it."
I pick up the bags and head back up the stairs.
END FLASHBACK
I'm still on my bed and dad comes into my room. He says:
"Did I ever tell you about my three friends (insert names here)? They went missing a few weeks ago! It's in the paper!"
I got that sinking feeling. Dad told me a bit about them.
"(Guy's name) was a stuntperson on Dukes of Hazard.
FLASHBACK to DOH set with guy sitting in a car talking to the director.
I was sure dad suspected something, so I was trying to act normal. I don't remember the rest of what he said because was too busy being afraid and trying to figure out how I was going to get the evidence from under my and into the river without anyone noticing.

Jan. 26 2005:
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
At this still hour the self-collected soul
Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there
Of high descent, and more than mortal rank;
An embryo God; a spark of fire divine,
Which must burn on for ages...

from A Summer Evening's Meditation by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Jan. 24 2005:
Which R.E.M. Song Are You?
Maybe if you could take a break from your erratic
sleep habits, you'd realize that there are
actual events taking place in your life. Wake
up - things happen before dark too. And
walking around half dazed all the time isn't
doing anyone any good. Get a good night's
sleep.

Which R.E.M. Song Are You?
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Jan. 23 2005:
"The moment my friend left"
This is how people find my website on google.

Jan. 21 2005:
Taken from everyone:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
"Tess's passing corporeal blight had been her mental harvest."

Jan. 13 2005:
I was sitting in Tim Hortons sipping a mocha and reading from the Persuasion by the Jane Austen. As I was perusing I sensed an approach and heard my name spoken by a male. I finished the sentence and turned to the employee who had addressed me.
"Jordan?"
"Yes."
"You're mother wants you to call her. It's an emergency."
I sucked up the rest of the coffee and started to gather my books. In this act I was observed by a middle-aged woman, with whom I had no previous aquaintance. She asked me if I was a student. I answered in the affirmitive and she proceeded to tell me something of her own children. Bewildered, I answered politely, while scanning the premises for a pay-phone. She accepted my weak answers gladly, and continued conversation with enthusiasm. I kept up my part as best I could, despite my flustered state and general inability to conduct fluent converstation. She had alot to talk about though. I briefly wondered if she was inebriated, but then thought this supposition to be unfair. I think she was just lonely. Or perhaps she was annoyed that strangers don't feel like they should talk to each other once in a while.

Jan. 11 2005:
Added Ana's website to the links ;)

Jan. 10 2005:

Which Sleater-Kinney Girl Are You?

Jan. 9 2005:
This is my Goodbye
This is almost done, all I want to do is fix the backing vocals at the end and eq it a bit better.

Jan. 7 2005:
TIMGB demo is done and ready to print, but my shaw webspace is not responding! curses!! In other news, had the first sculpture lecture and lab today. In the lab we were to draw our hand without looking at it, and then convert the drawing into a wire sculpture. Mine was pretty poor, but it was just too easy to justify lack of effort by saying "it's suposed to look like that. The wire is a beast. To bend it to my will would be like caging the rhinoceros." It also helps, when presenting the work to the prof, to act all smug like it's your masterpeice that puts all the others to shame. She was like "oh that's, um, nice... I like the way you, uh... " and I'm like "that's right"

Jan. 5 2005:
I collected enough christmas cash from relatives to be able to buy something i've wanted for a long time: a digital camera! I'll probably pick one up tomorrow! Also for tomorrow, or perhaps Saturday, I hope to have completed the demo for "This is my Goodbye", and then shortly after "Tanscendental Non-Repeating" from this summer. EDIT: HAHAHAHA I just got into ART 141.3! So good! I've been trying to get into it since august.

Dec. 23 2004:
What a crazy month this has been. It's like there are karma ghosts
following me around or something. First it was work interfering with exams, and then stressfull exams, and then stressfull work, work interfering with christmas preperation, the graphics suite melting down last night, and then this afternoon... the car breaking down on circle drive! Luckily Big John is available for towing at short notice for reasonable rates. And three seperate people stopped within a period of 1/2 an hour when I was stranded. I think that's pretty good. Good work people! The guy who lent me his phone had a computer in his truck. Like it was mounted on the dash. I thought that was spiffy.

Dec. 17 2004:
*phew* Done! No days off though, because work has already been contacting me about finishing stuff before christmas. And I can't even go home and play warcraft because dad and his band are practicing tonight. D'oh! And he's going to discover that busted mic stand before I have a chance to fix it...

Dec. 14 2004:
One more final to go! My plans, to start imediately following the handing in of that paper, are as follows: Write some sonnets; record many songs, even if they're just demos; study up on data compression. And catch up on my reading for my classes. This will be done in loneliness and seclusion, since Lizzy has gone home to recover from her illness*weeps bitterly*.
I've been listening to Blur, Think Tank. It's a great album, although I can't compare it to other Blur stuff because I haven't really listened to other blur stuff. My friend Tim phrased the question perfectly: "Why is it that whenever a band says they're "reinventing" themselves, it always means they're going more electronic?" Why indeed. But I like electronic, so it's good.
I haven't much been impressed by the hot new bands that are coming out now, and I got to thinking: What if I'm one of those people who only likes the music he listened to when he was in highschool? I'm afraid of that, and I don't want to be one of those people. It happens though, alot. It seems to me that every time I hear a song written by a thirty-something it sounds fifteen years old. When I'm thirty is my music still going to sound 2000? For me this fear is irrational of course, because my highest ideal in music is progression. If it's old and tired I can hardly stand to listen to it.
I think the trick is keeping up with what's happening in music, both on the radio and underground, and always trying things that haven't been tried before. There are two types of pop music: pop music that is popular because it follows a tried-and-true pattern (i.e. the pop music I hate) and pop music that is popular because it has introduced something new and spectacular that touches people in a new way. The former type of music copies the latter. I of course want to be a composer of the latter type.

Dec. 8 2004:
I've finished the first final exam. I still have two left, but before then, I've been booked in for two days of work. I've finally learned my lesson: work and school don't mix. Five classes cannot be successfully handled while working part time. Bosses don't feel sorry for you when you say "but i have final exams to study for..." Not to say that I won't work anymore, because I need to, but at most four classes is an appropriate course load. Anyway, I'll update more after it's all over.

November 23 2004:
I've recently found out the hard way that gum is not a valid substitute for food. I've aslo discovered that subs help me write better. I prefer the cold cut trio on fancy bread, jalapeno peppers on one side. I let myself get the sub on days when I have to do some hardcore studying or writing at school.

November 21 2004:
I'm addicted to library books. They're free, you can take as many of them as you like, and the library has just about everything. They are usually old, hardcover, and look a lot cooler than books you might buy. I've taken two poetry books, three physics books, six books on narrative theory, and one novel. I took a book I already own just so that I'd have one copy for each of my parent's residences. Unfortunetly, I have trouble keeping track of large collectons of objects, so the late fines will eventually break me.
I'm going to blog about my trip a little later.
I was with Liz at her house, when two teenagers came in, uninvited. We asked them nicely to leave, but they were sort of stoned out and didn't seem to understand what we were talking about. They went over to Liz's computer, and one of them tried to insert a green disk. I rushd over to stop him.
"Its really cool, I got it on the internet." He assured me. I told him I was worried about viruses.
"No really," he persisted, "I just want to show it to you."
Then Arlin came in, looking rather distraught. He addressed Liz and I: "Guys, I have some very bad news."
"What could it be?" I asked. "This is really terrible. I can't even say it."
I was getting worried. "What is it?" I implored.
"Look, I'm going to get into my car, call you on my cell phone and tell you." I was getting angry. "Arlin, just tell us already!"
Without taking his eyes off me, he put his cellphone to his ear, and slowly backed out of the room. The phone rang and I answered it. "There are cows coming." Alrin told me. "Lots of cows, hundreds. And hay bales. There are about 170 hay bales that will arrive with the cows this morning."
I was greatly relieved.
"I can handle 170 bales no problem," I said. " I don't think so," he replied. "That's alot of Bales."

November 12 2004:
favorite obscure math things
1) orthonormal functions
2) solutions to the string equation
3) groups of order less than 6

favorite birds:
1)canada goose
2)sparrows outside the physics building
3)ravens because of their darkness

November 12 2004:
I pulled the old wake-up-an-hour-early-and-not-realize-it-till-you-get-to-school-and-nobody's-there today, which breaks my heart, because I *really* needed that sleep! Actually, I first caught on that something wasn't right when I noticed that the sun hadn't yet risen as I was unlocking my bike. At least I won't be late for Chary's class for once.
I spent most of yesterday at Liz's reading Father and Son by Gosse, which I *don't* recommend, if you enjoy interesting books about people whos lives aren't boring and unworthy of narrative. On my way there, as I dismounted the circle drive bridge, I noticed a bike path leading down to the river edge and decided on a wim to take it. I figured, "I can do this, this is what mountain bikes are for". Nine seconds later I gathered up the bike, dusted the stones off myself and limped into some bushes with a mind to sneak up on some geese, who decided just then to swim away.
The species of Canada Goose (Branta canadensis) has recently been made more exclusive, by the recognition of another species, the Cackling Goose (Branta hutchinsii), which was previously considered part of the former species. There are differences in size, behaviour and call, but it was research involving "molecular approaches" which apparently justified the split.
http://www.oceanwanderers.com/CAGO.Subspecies.html

November 10 2004:
I need sugar... bad. This is what bugs me about my dad's place... There isn't one single sugary item to be found in all the cupboards...
So I work tomorrow morning, even though it's a holiday. And by work, I mean pedal to the office, talk to the guy for five minutes, he will draw me a little diagram, which I will build. LSD has to be done by Monday. I will be *very* glad to be finished that. "Finished".
I was sitting in english class today when I realized that all of the religious literature which I'm force-fed is starting to have an effect on me. Just last night I was reading book 9 of Paradise Lost, when I found myself trying to cram the evolution of culture into the metaphor of Adam and Eve. The thing is, the canon is permeated by religious literature. You can't escape it. I'm not saying this is a bad thing, it isn't. And it's not only religion-inspired literature that's effecting the way I think. I think the way that western literature has been written, and the way that we have been taught to interpret it, has been much determined by religious thought. My high-school english teacher told us that there are two texts you have to be familiar with in order to understand western literature: shakespeare, and the bible. Learning to interpret western literature, I find, promotes a certain type of thought... a tendancy toward loose groupings and keen observation, one to one correspondances and linearity.
Last year, prof. Chary told us about a scientist and author who supposed that the greatest failing of human reasoning was the ubiquitous tendancy to impose linearity on everything. Like somehow we first assume every relationship is linear before we observe otherwise. And even then we try to linearize it. Think about it.
But I think opening my mind up a bit with english is helping me with my other studies... and I definately think that my math and physics background gives me some fresh perspective on interpreting literature. Speaking of religion, there seem to be alot of "faithful" kids in my class. And the prof obviously knows her bible, and the politics of the church. So I feel a little left out of the loop on some issues, though I know i'm not alone. I actually read nearly the whole new testement when i was a lad, except for a large section of the psalms, and job. But of the old testement, i know only genesis.
I always wonder why it is that so often people write long posts and then lose them somehow by some accident... and then just now I found out first hand. God hates us, and causes our posts to get deleted for NO REASON.

November 2 2004:

I should have written this down before I forgot most of it...
My dad was in my mom's kitchen, holding in his hands a magenta chandelier. He threw it onto the floor and it shattered in a cloud of very fine magenta glass dust, which covered everything in the kitchen including myself. I didn't want it to get in my eyes so I shut them, and ran into another room. I managed to dust it off myself, but alot of it had gotten into my food. I couldn't eat the food because the glass dust was dangerous.

October 29 2004:

I was at work, and it was late, dark, on a weekend night. I tried making some calls, but I couldn't find where everyone was. But I needed a ride, so somehow I got Jesse's sister to come pick me up. I got into the backseat, and thanked her for driving me. She told me I could make it up to her sometime. She suggested "Trappers" as a bar that everyone may have gone to, but I didn't feel like going there, so I blew off the suggestion.
Suddenly, there was daylight, and I was riding in an open top jeep with some old blonde guy driving, and another person whom I can't put a face to. Behind us I heard an exlplosion, and old guy pulled the jeep over to the side of the road. WE looked back, and saw some smoldering remenants, and a bunch of police scurrying about. We knew that that explosion was meant for us, so we tried to book it out of there, but in pulling over we had left the paved road, and were stuck in mud. I hopped out of the jeep and managed to somehow lift the front wheels onto the road.
The next thing I remember is being held captive in MacLean hall, with some other people, sitting in a desk near the window. It was night, and there was a feeling that the world was somehow deserted, but yet there was a ghostly grey light illuminating the sky.
The window was open, and there was a kid who climbed a rope up to where I was. He was handing me pieces of paper, and one of them was an old assignment that I handed in for Math 266.

October 28 2004:

My favorite juices, in order:
1 - grapefruit punch
3 - dinosour
4 - cranberry juice
5 - lemonade

October 27 2004:

I climbed a ladder into a dim attic, the attic over the Hose. I wandered around the several rooms in the attic, until I came upon a humongous ghost/zombie, attired in the uniform of an old-school sailor. It was moaning and coming at me, so I turned and ran through the attic, and shut my self into a room. The room was very large, and high ceilinged, with a fireplace. Ed was in there. He grabbed the poker from beside the fireplace and said something like "I'll whack him, you burn him!"
The fireplace was dim, so I grabbed a gas can which happened to be sitting nearby, and threw in some gas. The fire started instantly, and i grabbed a burning stick just as the ghost broke through the door. We attacked the thing, but the flame on my stick kept getting extinguished by the soft-squishisness of its exterior. I relit the flame and went again, and eventually the ghost caught fire. We took this opportunity to bolt for the door.

October 26 2004:
So. That was quite the weekend. Quite the weekend indeed.
^_^

October 22 2004:
In the 5 minutes before I woke up...
A girl walks out of the elementary school, down the path and onto the sidewalk. On the sidewalk is a table with a large poster board set up, with various pictures of the girl pinned to it. There are words across the top whcih read something like "have you seen her?" Her friend, whom she finds sitting on the edge of the table asks "What are you going to do?" She answers: "They're waiting for me to mess up. They're waiting for me to get drunk and respond to a comment that's meant for her (refering the girl who is imaged on the poster board)"
I wince at this comment, because somehow I know that behind the poster board is a microphone, and that "they" are listening to her. (Apparently "they" know the girl they're looking for is her, but can't prove it.)

October 019 2004:
Yes Ed, that was you... And here is another short dream. I'm not sure yet how I will choose which dreams go here, so I'm just going to put them all up for now...
The first thing I remember is sneaking into what seemed to be some sort of farmyard, amoungst some sort of chaos. I ran crouched low along a path and jumped for cover behind a hay bail, beside two others with whom i was accomplice. One was a female with long dark hair. She said something to me like "be careful, you'll get us discovered" or something like that. She was pretty serious.
What I remembered next is exiting the farmyard in a run, through a gate, and onto the university campus. I had got us discovered somehow, and as I ran I searched for some place to toss my shirt so that I wouldn't be recognized if anyone gave chase. I came upon the steps of the admin building and remembered that there was some sort of event going on inside which I had thought to attend. Just then I spotted Tyler Bullin walking up the steps. I caught up to him and we entered the building, walked through a short foyer, and came to some glass doors through which we could see a meeting with several students already in progress. "should we go in?" I asked. I answering, Tyler pushed open the door, and I followed him in.
The room we entered was a large dining hall, with many long tables clad in white tableclothe. By joining the group we became part of the help for the banquet, and the meeting was for the purpose of instructing the new volunteers on their duties. We started setting the tables with cuttlery and glasses. I was trying to do a good job, but I accidentally grabbedthe wrong glass for the setting, and noticed just as I had placed it. Before I could repair the error I was accosted by "the boss" a grumpy long haired guy, who proceeded to lecture me on the propper setting. I tried to impress upon him that I was new, and would make a few mistakes at first. He then directed my attention to a large refrigerator which stood near by, and reminded me that the large lever on the side should be set to "mid" because even though the manufacturer recomended the "high" setting, our saskatchewan weather made it inapropriate.
finis.

October 015 2004:
I have to make myself update this more. But what have I to say? I wrote a quantum midterm today, the one i've been neglecting all my other homework to study for. Yesterday I got scammed into volunteering for Experience-Us. Prof. Brooke cut the class short and had me help him carry the dislpay board from MacLean to Education, and then hang around and talk to students. Instead of doing that I attempted to blend in with the teenagers and waited in the free popcorn line. I then proceeded forthwith to the cookie and juice room.
Last weekend I made some ill mashed potatoes, cheese and onion style, got tricked into going to the underground, and watched some movies. Better Luck Tomorrow; very good. Frida: not bad. This weekend I want to catch up on some reading and studying. Brooke called me on not knowing anything, so I have to remedy that. And start writing an essay, on something, before it's too late.
It's dream journal time. I've been trying to do this for a while, but I keep forgetting. I have the dream in pink so that people who don't care will know what to skip.
So here it begins.
Dad dropped me off at some empty building in the desert. He asked me if I had everything, I replied that I had, and he drove away in his truck. I imediately remembered that I'd forgotten to get the REM tickets from his glove compartment, so I found a phone on the wall in the building and called his cell. We decided that I'd meet him at the venue and he'd give me my ticket there.
So, I grabbed my bike, and wheeled it outside the building to go back to the city. However, it was then that I noticed my back tire was flat. A couple of teenagers aproached me, two guys. One of them asked me for some money so that they could buy gas to get back to the city. I glanced over at their little blue care sitting in the gravel. I proposed: "I'll give you money if you give me and my bike a lift back to town. How much do you need?"
It was then that the speaking teenager made his unreasonable demand "Five hundred thousand dollars!" I told him that I wasn't in possesion of that kind of money, and certainly didn't have it on my person, and the two of them repeated the demands, through some manner of threatening communication, the nature of which escapes my recollection.
There's a little gap in the plot here, and then it resumes with my girlfriend and I traveling through the desert on foot. I don't have a a girlfriend in real life. I felt rather attached to her though. I think she had orange hair. The terrain was like a shallow canyon, with large boulders strewn about the floor. We carefully traveled over the boulders, and several times I hoisted her up so that she could clamber onto a particularly tall stone. At one point I fell between two boulders, and she lifted me out.
We eventually arrived at a hotel in a sunny resort. We must have been there before, becase I remembered that this was where we first met. Our room was awesome. The ceiling was two stories up, and there was a waterfall in the corner. I got out of bed and went out onto the deck of the hotel. Over the PA an announcement was made that this hotel officially had the largest suite in whatever resort town this was. There was an outdoor pool beside the deck, and I saw Brad standing by the water, my friend from highschool. It looked like he was wearing lifegaurd clothing, so I approached him and asked him "if he was lifegaurding now". He laughed, and was happy to see me. He told me that actually he wasn't a lifegaurd (I could see this now that I was closer) and the rest of our conversation is now lost to me.
The next thing I remember is sitting at a long table in some sort of open-air cook house on the hotel grounds, with several friends. Above the table was a very long skewer, running parallel to the table, with alot of pork meat rotating on it. We were reaching up and pulling off chunks of meat with our hands. Ed was there, but I can't recall any of the other faces.
And here ends the first dream in the journal.

October 06 2004:
So. I got the new album yesterday, which impeded the completion of my homework, that being in abundance at the time. After 2.5 listenings (I'm listening to the stream from remHQ right now) my favorte songs: Electron Blue, The Outsiders, Make it All Ok, High Speed Train, The Ascent of Man. It's hard for me to describe it in a general sense, not having had time for it to sink in.
In other news, it appears that Ron Sexsmith and Sarah Slean are coming to the broadway. I want to get tickets to this one if I can.
I'm planning new layouts, but I don't have time to do any of it with work and school and such. I want to do a Sleater-Kinney one and an Oryx and Crake one.

October 03 2004:
I had a great idea once. My idea was to record the vocals for a song, reverse the track and listen to it backwards, learn to sing the backwards vocals phonetically, record the singing of the backwards vocals, and then reverse that track so that the final product is vocals that sound creepy and wrong. Turns out it was done before I even thought of it, or something like it anyway, for a litte song called "like spinning plates" by Radiohead. It's my favorite song on the record, not suprisingly.
Yeah. So I went to see Ed's play last night. Awesome! And then Liz and I went for coffee, and then watched a movie, and then went for sushi today. I've hardly started Jane Eyre, and I have to give that talk next week, so I've been spending in between moments reading.
I'm listening to RadioioROCK now, because they play Sleater-Kinney. I had a weird dream about that band. I dreampt that their new song was produced by the Neptunes. Somehow I don't see that happening!

September 29 2004:
Hi hi, update time. 6 days from now, on Tuesday the 5th, I will be sitting on the living room floor listening to the new REM album. The first new album since 2001. And in a little under two months from now I�ll be sitting in section 27, seat 9 of the Saddledome, listening to REM perform. Unfortunately I was inattentive the ticket sale dates, and didn�t get around to purchasing tickets until 5 hours after they had gone on sale. That�s why I�m sitting in the much maligned beside-the-stage section. I�m not as mad as I should be though, because I already had my up close front-center experience in Vancouver last year. It�s a good thing I wasn�t planning on going to the Winnipeg show, because it sold out in under 5 minutes.
I�m typing this from STM 241A. This computer lab is better because it�s small, deserted, clean, warm, and all the computers have Corel 11 and Adobe 7.
I�m listening to radioioECLECTIC because it�s my radio station of the week. I find that every station gets boring after a while, so it�s hard to pick a favorite, and I suspect that the windows media-player station guide is somewhat limited, but this station plays REM and Wilco and Bjork so it�s on my list for now. Plus they take requests apparently. A little heavy on the adult-contemporary though.

September 23 2004:
I've been reading so much "The Heart of Midlothian" lately that I'm starting to think in Scots English. I had to drop WGSt unfortunately, my fun class, and register for Math 433, which looks like its going to be tough. And I'm the only one taking it.
Got my bike fixed today. Finally some freedom. And finally I have access to the clothing that was trapped at my dad's place. I was pretty happy about that so I signed up for the English students society thing, and went to the little event they put on tonight at Louis. I talked to some interesting people and ate some free food. The purpose of life is to obtain free food.

September 16 2004:
So this is my back to school post. So far it's been going very good, except for that I have been EXTREMELY sick this past week. Only today am I starting to feel better. But this is what I'm taking: Quantum Mech. II, Techniques of Theoretical Phys I, Cononical Brit-Lit, 19th cent. Brit-Lit, and Pop Music and Gender. The last mentioned there is by far the funnest, because at least half the class is spent listening to music and analyzing the lyrics. Our first assignment is to write about how our favorite band fits in with the idea of "popular culture" and "subculture." It's great.
There's only one problem. To graduate I need Applied Group Theory, which wasn't going to be offered this year because I'm the only one who wants to take it. So I cut it from my plan and put it on my to-take-next-year list, when suddenly I get a message from my student advisor, telling me that he wants to offer the course this term , even if I'm the only one taking it. I got this message on Wednesday. So I tried to protest the matter (although I was greatful that he would offer such a thing) but he figures its now or never for this course. Which means I'm going to have to drop my fun class. Curse the fates!
Anyway, my other classes are kind of fun too. I just got through reading Beowulf, and writing a little on it, which has reminded me how much I enjoy that style of literature. I was hardcore into Tolkien when I was a lad. I'm currently working on The Heart of Midlothian, by Sir Walter Scott, which is a historical novel about a prison in Edinburgh. To put it simply. Enjoyable though.
The physics classes are the same as usual. I missed Quantum the other day because I was late for the bus by this much. I was runnin', and hollerin', but that bus wasn't stoppin'. Much perturbed was I. However I ate some STM cookies and got over it.
So I was laying in the grass today, reading that novel, when I heard some strange bird sound rustling in the tree and went to investigate. It was then that I noticed how fine myther's garden is, and has been, though I've paid it not much notice before today. It's kind of dying now, but the orange flowers are still super orange, and the red flowers beneath the tree are still reaching for the sun. I went back to reading.
So thats's enough of an update for now.

September 6 2004:
Since school starts tomorrow I decided this morning that today would be a good day to shop for new clothes and actually buy something. I covered every clothing store I know and a bunch that I'd never even been to before, and at the end of the day I have exactly one more shirt than I had this morning. At least it's a nice one.
So this is my end of summer post. I suppose I should look back at how it went.
I didn't achieve all of my goals. I think the best I did was half achieve some of my goals. I'm sort of at the same place I was when I started. However, day to day, term by term, peicewise, it was alright. Things happened. I really enjoyed alot of what existence has to offer someone who wants to enjoy it. Some things didn't work out the way I had wanted them to. But I lived the way I always want to, in pursuit of my dreams, and with passion in my heart. I somehow figured out how to love music even more, I did alot of very good and creative work with my job. I went through alot of ecstasy and dispair. Sometimes one within minutes of the other. And in the end I learned how to be happy with myself. I suppose that can be my accomplishment for the summer. So really, this summer was quite special. I declare this the best summer ever.
p.s. Summer isn't technically over until I go camping, and I'm doing that this weekend. yay!

September 5 2004:
I was back in the office this week to prepare the LSD project for picture lock. Saturday morning the producer got on a plane to Vancouver with the 150 gig Med�a drive full of the Final Cut project files, all the footage, additional footage, all the photos, additional photos, audio, and all of the visual effects, hastily rendered and compiled by myself over Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. From 10 till 10 on those days I sat in a stuffy office with the two producers and one editor working hardcore trying to get it done, and it eventually happened.
To celebrate being done I went to mystic java friday night and read my novel while sipping a nutty mocha and listening to a girl with a guitar. She was quite good, don't remember who she was, but her som=ngs were well written, and her covers well chosen. I then saw Super Size Me at rainbow, which of course made me feel even more guilty for munching on those two cheeseburgers and mcChicken sandwhichs. It's not fair that they're the cheapest and most convenient lunch option.
Yesterday I spent the day arranging and mixing the tracks recorded at Jesse's last week. I've decided that before I continue with this one I have to obtain some better software for producing percussion tracks and other things, because Music Master Works just isn't cutting it anymore. I need something that's more easy and intuitive. The way I'm doing it right now, it takes a long time to get something to sound a certain way, and if I decide to change the way it sounds, it's not like I can just turn a few dials and slide a few sliders. No, I have to start from the begining and do it again. The recording quality is great though.
Sometime during last week I watched Lost in Translation, which is so damn good. Very excellent. Today I went to see Hero with Tyler and Kahlil. aslo awesome, see these movies.
As I type this, my dad and his band are sitting around me playing a song about Jesus.

August 30 2004:
I keep meaning to update this thing, and then forgetting.
Working at home has been quite the experience. I go to bed late and sleep in late, and drink a ridiculous amount of coffee. I rarely leave the house. I'm listening to music 70% of my awake time, singing along whenever I'm not sipping coffee, and writing songs like crazy. The quality of my work has not even suffered.
My weekend: On saturday I stumbled accross some sort of Ukrainian celebration in the park downtown. I stayed to watch some bands play Ukrainian tunes until the rain started to fall. Then I tried to bike home, but decided to take cover in the mall instead. After a little shopping I realized the rain wasn't stopping so I decided to bike home anyway. Later that evening I attented an event featuring food song and dance from Sudan. I arrived completely soaked, of course. The food was strange to me, and I regret to say that I played it safe and went for the samosas and stuffed peppers which were somewhat familiar... but I go with the excuse that by the time it was my turn to eat there was only one plate left, the "special" plate, which was orange and plastic and insufficient for holding a large quantity of food.
Late Saturday night Dad "asked" me to help him help my sister move, so early Sunday morning I was hauling desks and couches around. Later that day I went to Jesse's house and we started recording "Diamonds" with his awesome new recording hardware. Look for that one on this website soon.
The new song "Transcendental Non Repeating" is nearly complete.
That is all.

August 19 2004:
My formula for creativity. Large coffee + radiohead + few distractions. I'm still working on the last part. Sometimes running helps. And I should add -warcraft.

August 18 2004:
Appear assured at all times. See no-one as a rival. Compliment those who deserve it. Cooperate. Give yourself to someone each day. Develope that occupies your hands as well as your head. Make a point with being happy with people. Never cry over spilt milk. What's done is done. Up there iN yOUr goLDFisH bOwL turn to God and you will find that you were never alone in the first place.
I got this from someone's sig on murmurs.com. It made me happy when I read it. I don't care if it's cheesy and inspirational. I don't care that it mentions God. And I don't care that's it's poorly translated from whatever language. As a matter of fact, I find the weird english quite charming.
I can barely type my hands are so frozen. It's like winter out there. My brain has already gone into fall mode, my fall memories are starting up and it's like summer's over. The sky is perfectly clear though, and those stars are bright.
New REM song released today: http://www.warnerreprise.com/qt-ref/r3m_1_l34v1ngny_2_ref.mov I suggest you listen to it because it's damn good.

August 13 2004:
The Perseid meteor showers last night were awesome. I don't remember ever seeing those things explode like that in mid flight. A bunch of us traveled out to the Manhatten parking lot on hiway 5 to observe the spectacle.
Today I didn't accomplish too much, although I did finally wrap up an annoying project at work. And I finally finished writing a song that I started in highschool.

August 11 2004:
This week I did alot of setting up the render network and rendering, or "watching digital paint dry" as my colleague so aptly put it, watching movies and going for coffee. I watched "Run Lola Run", which is every bit as cool as they say it is, and "Audition" which is so, so bad. It's some sort of Japanese art/horror film. I recomend the former and not the latter.
Getting a camping trip together is back on my priority list. Last weekend's camping trip almost happened, we were so close. However, I am now prepared to leave on two hours notice.
New and better site is still in building.

August 7 2004: What a terrible week that was. It's probably better for everbody that I didn't blog.
I'm going to try to build something new and better for this site.

August 1 2004: Another Saturday night has ended. Went to the fringe, and then to "the Stepford Wives" with Liz and Ian and Leanne. I started recording a song earlier today. It reminded me how insufficient my recording equipment is. That mic just won't cut it.
Blue moon tonight. This doesn't happen very often.
"The blue moon also explains why the number 13 is unlucky, says Robert Bigelow of the Hansen Clark Planetarium in Salt Lake City. This "extra" moon disrupts the 12-full-moon cycle."
This I got from yesterday's Globe and Mail.
I'm going to go out and look at it now.

July 29 2004: Well I have a good reason to actually get my act together and write something now. The requirements for ENG 366.3 Creative Writing 2 is a submission of 20 pages of finished prose, at least two seperate pieces. That has to be submitted by Dec. 15. I talked to the English people today, and it looks liek there's nothing stopping me from taking double honours mathematical physics and english. One more year, 30 more credit units, thats all it takes.
We finally had band practice tonight. It was good to do that again. Playing music is good for you.

July 28 2004: I've started some things, and restarted some other things. I called Jesse last night to see about recommencing regular band practice. I have a bunch of songs which need to be recorded so I will get on that as soon as I get some equpiment from Jesse's place... and I've started reading a new novel and writing on what I've written earlier this summer. There's only a month left.

July 27 2004: Last night on the way to Leanne's I realized that my keys weren't in my pocket. Therefore when I finally got home that morning I had to break into the house. Mom's at the lake, so there was no waking her up.
It's raining right now.
I don't know what I should do in my situation. I feel like I'm being kept in the dark on certain things. And I have too much time to think.

July 26 2004: New layout again. I have to keep myself busy with stuff like this. This one features an empty room in the abandoned Saskatchewan Hospital in Weyburn.

July 25 2004: It's a perfect summer night. It's warm and the sky is clear. There are northern lights.
Everyone's gone home already, but I think I'll find a hill to sit on and look at the sky for a while.

July 20 2004: New Layout. And by layout, I mean picture at the top of the screen with writing underneath it.
This layout features a fake Rorschach ink blot. I say fake because there are 10 standard ink blots, one of which this is not. Read more about the Rorschach ink blot test here

July 19 2004: Yesterday I started work on a small project for my demo reel. I sat in that office listening to strange tunes all day, no windows, green florescent lighting. I went outside briefly to eat my cup o' noodle on the picknic table. The parking lot was filled with the fragerance of that yellow bloom plant that grows in ditches. Later that night, a small storm came about just as i was leaving. It was somewhat of a dust storm up on the north end. By the time I got to the bus stop I was really dirty and my teeth were gritty. I walked in circles waiting for that bus, observing a fellow sitting in his car in the parking lot. I wondered what his business was. As the bus pulled away with me on it, I saw him leave the car with someone who had come out of London Drugs. I realized that there were a few other people waiting in the LD parking lot for their friends to come out after closing.
Then I saw "The day After Tomorrow". The Tornados were way too cool for school. Last I saw Liz that night, she was in a panic because she forgot Ed's car at her house when she went to the movie.

July 7 2004: I guess it's about time I blogged in this thing. What's been happening? I've been working, and going out for coffee, and trying to write something, and playing bust-a-move with friends. Leanne and I took pictures of things. Canada day was awesome. The Edmonton trip is this weekend. That's not alot of blogging but it's enough.

June 16 2004: Somehow I got super busy on monday and it didn't stop until tuesday night. I didn't even finish work on tuesday until 10 pm. But I did take out two hours to watch the debate on the TV in the smoking lounge. Today started out calm, and then on my way to the university during the mid-day break my back tire went flat, and then the day got even calmer. I can't seem to keep that piece of junk on the road for more than a few days at a time. *sigh* And I missed band practice yesterday because I was at work.
Last night I dreamt that it was autumn. I was walking through some old residential area, and the colour of the houses matched the colour of the leaves, which changed from street to street. In the dream I was thinking "summer sure passed quickly; but autumn isn't so bad." Actually, I believe that autumn is quite bad. This means I have to start planning the yearly camping trip now, before it's too late.

June 5 2004: Not much to say right now. Watched some movies, played some games, worked on some stuff, the usual. Here's something; my bike broke down yesterday in the middle of the industrial wasteland on the north side, as I was riding to work. I attempted an emergency on-site repair, and after some struggle, it was a twist tie that eventually saved my life. I'll probably leave that twist tie on there until it breaks in some even less fortunate location, when I'm in a hurry. Anyway, that's enough for now.

May 29 2004: I just got back from Canada Meets Spain III and Flamenco Sur at the broadway theator. It was quite the show, very entertaining, and I saw Ana again for the first time in almost a year.
Yesterday JJ and I visited the art gallery. Most of the gallery space was allocated to school art and some sort of sk8r art display, neiter of which I was particularly interested in. However, the work of Jeffrey Burns was on display, which was very strange. Burns is very technically proficient, and I sensed a metaphorical purpose in many of the odd objects which compose his paintings. Intriguing.
Later in the evening, Ed and I set out for the Overdrive. JJ didn't want to come because he hates the place. After 45 minutes in line I understood why, and what Ed and I didn't know was that most of everyone I know had left before we even arrived. While we waiting in line, everyone was at Chris's house, and by the time we figured this out, everyone was on their way home. Good times.

May 23 2004: A week ago today I went to the Aerosmith concert. Good times. They skipped some hits, which I thought was odd, but they do have alot of hits. I'm so tired right now. This long weekend has been long and extra fun. Many games were played of the video and board variety. How am I going to make this post interesting and relevant? I'm too tired to make it either of those things, so Jordan out.

May 15 2004 (EDIT): Developement of the HSN site has been suspended indefinately. So I'll update again.
On Wednesday I spotted an ad posted on the door to the UofS bookstore: Fair Trade Fair with keynote speaker Yann Martel, May 15 (that's today). I figured this was a good chance for me to find out what the whole fair trade thing was about, what Oxfam was about, and see the illustrious Mr. Martel in person, close up. As soon as I could get myself to mom's place, which was yesterday, I grabbed my sister's copy of Life of Pi and went at it. I wanted to finnish it by today, so I hardcored it as serious as I could, so that if there was a chance, I could legitimately engage him in chat, a privilage that I coveted. However, by midnight I had only made it a third of the way through. No matter.
The Fair Trade Fair was interesting. Martel's speech was about the need to respect the humanity of the workers who produce the goods we use every day. There are things like unions and such in Canada which protect workers from exploitation, but not so in the countrys from which cheap labour is obtained by evil corporations. "Evil" is my word, not his.
Did I mention that as I was on my way to myther's place I was struck by a van? It is common for motorists entering Warman road to drive while looking over their sholders, and I know this. But it still suprised me when that van snatched my bike under it's back wheel and crunched it like candy. The nice lady and I were both very calm about sorting out the matter in a reasonable fashion, and now my bike runs good as new.
Later in the evening was the Saskatoon Symphony's Master Series 8. The playlist went: Beethoven, Overture to the Creatures of Prometheus; Rachmaninoff, Piano Concerto #2; Tchaikovsky, Symphony #5. Michael Kim was the guest artist, his rendition of Rach 2 ferocious. The show was spectacular.

May 9 2004 : I've been meaning to change this so that HSN and my personal weblog are two seperate things, but so far I've only partially completed the HSN webpage. It's taking too damn long, so i'm just going to update for now.
I just came from seeing Dawn of the Dead, which was very wicked and awesome. Walking out of that theator was like waking up from one of those dreams that have you thinking "damn, I'm glad was just a dream."
So here's what I'm doing these days. I work during the day, usualy from 10am to 12pm, and then again from 5pm to 8pm. During the in-between hours I read from either The Waskana Anthology of Short Fiction, or Gravity's Rainbow, by Thomas Pynchon. I want to start writing by the end of this month, so I have to get something read by then so that I don't suck. Its been a while since I've had to read anything.
Other projects for this summer: Produce some good watercolour paintings, record another four songs (perhaps less, HSN will likely record), and learn to drum. My theory is that the sound of the next great bands will be defined by great drummers. I can already do it in my head, so hopefully my arms and legs will play along.
Last summer I didn't accomplish much other than producing a few cool layouts and four rather satisfactory songs. Time passes fast these days, and it feels to me like this summer is continuing where the last summer left off. The months between are fading because they don't hold much worth remembering. I think it's important to do things as soon as you think of doing them, or as soon as you have the chance, because if you don't, the time will run out. I've become slothful as of late and I intend to remedy that. I would like this summer to be the summer of my renaissance.

Apr. 17 2004 : Finaly, those cursed exams are over. Time to relax a little bit and do something fun. No wait, I have to work through this weekend starting now... It may be that all of the post-exam celebrations have occured already, and I may have to work through the weekend, but on Monday I'm gonna party like it's my brithday ;)

Apr. 10 2004 : I'm right in the middle of exams at this time. Perhaps I'll use this time of reduced creativity to announce the short performance which will take place on Thursday April 22 at Lydia's, some time after 9pm. We will play a few of our best songs as well as we can, because it's a sort of audition for Ness Creek. Anyhoo, that's all for now.

Mar. 31 2004 : I think the flock that passed through the bowl earlier this week was composed of these things:
More in info here

Mar. 29 2004 : Sat night I saw Master and Comander:tfsotw. It was great, but there was one thing that really made the movie for me. It's just a little thing, but these things make the difference. What I'm talking about is the "looking through the telescope at the other ship" effects. These shots included the usual blurry black circle around the outside of the frame, but also pronounced sperical and chromatic abberation, such that those archaic lenses would have. There was even a cool crack in the lens for one shot.

March. 26 2004 : They're back
This is it, I've discovered my new favorite band. If you haven't heard anything by Sleater Kinney you had better get some songs now. I suggest anything from the One Beat album. I'm going to look for it in stores, but somehow I can't see any place having it.

March. 20 2004 : Finaly, some new graphics. Damn, i wish I could figure out how to change the colour of this font right now. It should be red. Anyway, I'm just sitting here drinking chocolate milk. The song I'm listening to says "Rain is a perfectly sculpted garden of wetness". I'm going to have to agree with that.

March. 13 2004 : Hey hey! I'm updating this because I'm at work and I'm bored. I'm going to pretend that people still read this and actually care about whatever I'm saying. While I'm pretending that people care, I should mention that there will be a show at the bassment on April 25. Hey, cool, that's after exams are over! However, I don't really know any details yet. Tyler comes to me and says "Hey, we have a show on April 25!" and that's all I know. Yeah, so that's all I really have to say right now. I'm going to the hose pretty soon for Tyler's b-day. So, see you later!

Feb. 15 2004 : That was a good show. I really can�t complain, because it went very well. Thank you, to everyone who came. There will be another show soon, but I don�t know exactly when at this moment. I�ll put more stuff on here a bit later.