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Because you care

Friday saw me chowing down with Margaret at Café L’Etranger (go there. have their quesadillas. that's an order) and then making my way to Saph for the first time in a while. I feel I should go, maybe not “often,” but more frequently than I do now… All the fun of a rave without the fucking ravers*.

Saturday saw me face down in my pillow until about 6:00pm. I finally dragged my sorry ass awake long enough to bake a couple dozen cookies (chocolate chip and chocolate-chocolate chip) to take as an offering to Simon Law’s “new” apartment. He’s a terrific host and that it always feels good time to make new friends. I almost caught a celtic-punk show downtown, but it was already 12 and my faculties were pretty compromised…

Sunday, after oversleeping a little, I went home to Ste. Anne’s and accompanied the parentals to the home of a second-chance couple** in Baie D’Ufe. He’s of Indian origin and prepared a sprawling feastivus of chicken and shrimp curries, rice, kale, and an assortment of veggies. He also “forced” upon me some of the best beer I’ve ever had (something French called, “3 Monts”) and a few too many glasses of Mo Tai, a Chinese wine*** he brought back from a recent trip. He showed us pictures of the mountains he’s climbed (Kilimanjaro and half of Tibet…) and I caught up with his partner’s daughter, Rhian Wilkinson, who is awesome at soccer and plays for Canada’s national team. After a few raunchy jokes and the mandatory, “so what are you going to do with your life” quiz, we left. I felt invigorated the way you should after a good meal with friends, but I also felt pretty unaccomplished. My declarations of, “oh, I’m planning such and such” rang just a little hollow.

Home, then, with my parents. We relaxed a little, talked about my money problems, and then the dad-o and I settled in for a couple taped episodes of BSG. All was proceeding according to plan; the chief and Helo weren’t getting along, and then they were; Adama and Roslin looked like they were going to smooch, but then they didn’t; Starbuck was being sexy and hilarious; and then Ro fracking Laren shows up and the shit hits the fan. I left feeling a little raw (sure I dislike Six, but I don’t want to see Six point 2 raped and tortured, not to mention seeing the commander get all back-of-the-bus and stuff…). The ride home was spent having my fatigue slowly dawn on me and doing quite a bit of cursing over my early morning decision to wear a completely inadequate coat.

The earth rotates. My alarm rings.

This morning’s commute made me want to kill. Sometimes, while riding on public trans. I get gooey, “I love the world” feelings while looking around at the different faces in front of me. Rush-hour on the orange line approaching Berri, however, is not one of those times. If ever it were possible to experience from the ground level a wave of rats pouring off a ledge, I suspect it would feel quite similar. At times, humans can be loathsome creatures…

Since then I’ve been OK, though. After disposing of the bodies****, I made my way through the sunshine and construction to my place of work.

On my way here, I once again ran into a man I said I’d have lunch with and my recently adopted, “I’m not going to date totally random people anymore*****” rule went quickly out the window. He’s very attractive and he makes me laugh. He’s also quite a bit older than me, but at this stage, I don’t care.

So now I wait for the work to come in and hope that missy is not working from home.

*Hey, I’ve been to raves. I’ve enjoyed raves. But never have I labored under the delusion that I was not being an idiot while doing so.
**I know a decent number of couples like this; the first marriage turns sour about 20 years in and then, after a mild midlife crisis, you find the partner of your dreams…
***Can you really call it wine at 38 proof…?
****3 in total. One from my car and two more from the escalator. They had it coming; Don’t tell, okay?
*****My two best relationships have developed out of great bus-ride conversations, but I’m weary of the dating thing at the moment.
buck-tick: taboo

The plan for today: Laze around in my pjs.

My sense of humour seems to be out of town recently and instead I’m in the grips of wistful social consciousness so I defer to a voice far funnier than I at present.

This is a devilishly long post, but well worth the read if you have an interest in slice-of-life writing from the forgotten continent. The fine line between reality and stereotype gets a little clearer in these letters, I think

My friend Andrew, whose email follows, fills me with awe. Over the years he has become just about my favourite person in the world and is now in the process of repairing it… Well, he’s making a worthy effort. The gov. of Canada gave him a scholarship to travel to Ghana and help them write their anti-corruption law. Last year he was in Kenya working on the new constitution. My high school friends and I consider him our own personal Bono. Someday I’ll tell him that and how much I admire him. And he’ll call me an idiot.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Today, I had pizza.

I come all the way to the renowned Ashanti homeland of Kumasi, Ghana, and my first night, I have pizza with a soda. For $4 (an unheard-of amount). I feel a little bad, but not really bad. We haven't been eating healthy lately and the three strips of baked green pepper are some of the only vitamins we've had in weeks. Food is generally a stew (or rather a soup with a piece or two of rotten or fatty random meat) with a maize/millet/sorghum paste, no matter where you go. So it was nice to have a change.

Not that I'm complaining. I have something to eat, unlike approx. 90% of the population in Burkina Faso today. Eleonore and I got to witness the famed famine firsthand last week when we were taken to visit the village of Gourcy in northern Burkina. It's getting incredibly bad up there. If they don't get a couple more days of rain this year, the populations of eastern Burkina, Mali and western Niger could be finished.

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God, I’m freezing!! Can we turn the fucking AC down a little?!! Maybe? Dame da yo! Two bowls of scorching soup later and I still have blue nails *shiver*

Due to the storm, my browsing abilities are basically kaput, but I found this funny little rant on Craig's List

It’s not eloquently written, but an amusing look into someone’s current mind-state nonetheless.

Date: Tue Aug 02 11:14:14 2005

I’m Brown, On the Metro and Messin with your Head

Ever since Sept 11, but especially after the London subway bombings, i have been getting "the look" on public transportation and at airports. To put it mildly, my days of picking up girls on a plane are over. Shit, getting up to piss on a plane causes at least one lady on a plane to piss herself. It's like a chain reaction.

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