An encouraging happy birthday to Anna -- may this next year bring improvement in your two-ball ping pong game ( Read more... )

Oh, foreign livejournal. I went ghosthunting (maybe a week ago) and turned nothing up. My girlfriend and I did get to spend some time in the backseat of my car, though. Our search for an open pizza joint in Eganville was also a failure. I may be going to Halifax around the 20th. I'm going to test my limits with 14 hours of driving in one day ( ( Read more... )

Anna, Spencer and I went swimming this morning at Britannia beach somewhere between 3:30 AM and 7:00 AM (I really didn't keep track). Time has passed too quickly and I feel like I'm going back to work after having just returned from it. I no longer seem to have any free time but at least half of the reason is fine with me ( Read more... )

When I want to read joy, I read Henry Miller. Vonnegut is silly, Camus is perhaps wise, Childish is visceral, but joy in page form belongs to Miller ( Read more... )

Dear Loudspeaker ( Read more... )

Noodling around minimalist-like on my roommate's keyboard translated over to the drums and me wishing they were both in range of the microphone. She should sell that thing to me. For nothing ( Read more... )

You enter through my pores. You take my organs in your teeth. My eyes adjust to your form -- similar to what I knew before, but narrow and linear. Choice distorts to a blur in a passing moment in the corners of my eyes ( Read more... )

After taking a long break from the basement (er, studio), I've returned only to realize that my recording computer is playing games with me. Having only dismal mics is a minor mishap, but upon recording a drum and a guitar part, the recording program seems to want to spread them out at different tempos, seemingly stretching one out further than ( Read more... )

Happy 6 months, dear ( Read more... )

Toronto was a great time. Temptation to purchase anything remotely useful? Not at all. I almost came away with a rubber haloed black cross keychain that said "Here I Come Again 2000." Do you have a good idea about someone by their junk? Toronto the giant schizophrenic beast, insane and confused, lumbering around leaving fun, shame, hedonism ( Read more... )