Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Bag Is In The River

I love my life right now. It is fast paced and cut throat. It is based on
writing and knowing what to write.

If there is one thing that I must do at all times, without any sliver of
uncertainty, it is write. My fingers are exploding on the keyboard. They
are word bombs. Boom.

I carry a thunder stick. It is called a typewriter.

Months ago, I said I would go another 365 days with this blog.

Let's be honest; I haven't come close to doing that.

But in all things, in the core and at the crux of the matter, I must write.

Sentences fire out the tip of my word barrel. I am a linguistic assassin.

It's Friday. It's 12:51 am. And I'm having a bit of an awakening.

Bear with me.

Life will always present competition and hurdles that you need to clear in
order to get from obstacle A to obstacle B. One can only do the best they can.
Anything else is sublime. Anything extra is extraterrestrial. Anything
additional is gravy.

Write like the wind, dear friends - and the stories will follow.

A few weeks ago, while walking to school, I was stuck in the midst of a furious
hailstorm. It was magnanimous. It was crude. It was irk-ridden. But it was
real. While walking on a crestfallen loft of fresh cut grass, I saw white pellets
bouncing off the ground. I thought it was hard rain - but it was the real deal. It
was motherfucking hail.

I pulled out an umbrella and shielded my computer and camera bags. The hail
almost shredded my protection and clapped against the vinyl and metal in a
flurry of hellish speed. I stood near a fence and a tree as lightning danced
around me. I stood strong.

I made it through.

I had help.


Monday, September 12, 2011


I feel a bit awash in the sea of this blog because I can't be bothered to keep it up.

Life has begun to affix itself to a crazy surface - and crazy is all I know.

I am a full time student, now - at Algonquin College. I am doing something that
I've needed to do for a while. I am getting certified in Journalism. I am amazed
at the pace of College life. University was slow stroll that ramped up at times
but that really just plodded along a set course. In College, you are thrown to the
wolves on day 1. You have to advocate for yourself at every turn and fight the
currents of realism.

Earlier this evening, one of my profs said 'If you don't want a job, you midaswell
go home. Go ahead.'

I like the pace and I like the action - but it means that a lot of things will take a
backseat; music, writing, blogging, etc.

I remember last November. I remember going out West when it meant uncertainty.
I remember getting more serious about my music. My life has been so full of
experience this past year that I need to journal but haven't the time or the energy.

I spent a week at Camp IAWAH.

I traveled around with Joel Plaskett and his band for a week.

Graven has a gig in Montreal next weekend.

I feel uncorked.

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