life (with soundtrack by zach braff)

There's a soundtrack because my car has a CD player. And the soundtrack fits because it's summer.

I love summer. It always reminds me of the summer of 69[1]. I flipped burgers all summer just to be able to buy an eight-track. It was great. All I did was party and get laid.[2] I was free. Not in the not-in-prison sense, not in the doesn't-cost-anything sense, but in the sense that hippies and philosophers talk about freedom. I had literally no obligations - no work, no school, no volunteering. Nothing but friends and time to fuck around. The only time in my whole life where I will be so free. Three months.

One might say I wasted that time - youth, as they say, wasted on the young. It wasn't waste. It was fantastic. And every summer I remember it pensively[3]. I wouldn't trade that time for the world. I would change some things about it, I reckon. But I don't know. There's nothing I really want to change before *tries to think*. Well, moving was a bad idea, so do I change that decision by deciding not to move? Or do I move and not decide to return? It's tough.[6]

I guess the primary point of this entry is to say yay I'm happy.[7]

1. This is the first of many pop culture references in this post that will reduce its accuracy but make me kool with a capital K. I'm really referring to the summer of 2004-5.


2. Again, I didn't get laid and I certainly didn't flip burgers. Hell, I didn't even flip pancakes. Pancake flipping is a winter-while-stoned sport for me.


3. Deep in thought, with a hint of melancholy, as I taught my SOSE[4] teacher in grade eight.


4. Don't you think it's weird that the "Of" in SOSE gets a capital but neither "and" nor "the" do? I don't suppose it's easy to pronounce SOSAE, SOSTE or SOSATE. Although really I could pronounce any of them. Where is equality for the little words? They're just as important as the big ones![5]


5. This is also entirely untrue. English only carries an entropy of about 3 bits per letter. We don't need the little words at all - certainly not "and" or "the" - and we can miss about 1/3 of the big words. If we're strategic.


6. I could actually pinpoint a few other things, probably even a time (if I tried hard enough, and went back over my notes) after which decisions started to be bad. But maybe that's not a share thing - it'd require SOOO much explanation. I'm kinda glad that I have the black books though, so I can know this myself.


7. Also to mock TLC's use of footnotes.[8]


8. Don't get me wrong, I love footnotes. It's just also funny to mock them.

dreams

I have very strange dreams. Last night there were two:

1. I had some sort of STI. That was the entire dream - I was diagnosed with... something. Nothing really bad (AIDS, herpes) but something curable. Not chlamydia... but something bacterial. No physical signs. Anyway, this is probably way too much detail.

2. I was going away, went out the night before, had a drink so couldn't get home. And I wasn't packed. And then I realised my passport might be expired. I woke up from this one and desperately tried to find my passport for ten minutes before realising that I couldn't figure out where I was going and maybe that was because I wasn't going anywhere.

But I do now know that my passports don't start to expire until May 2016.

The mind is strange.

a tale of woe

So my brochure contains (at least) two errors. And one poor colour combination that makes a page hard to read.

Shit shit shit.

It says I live in Kingston. I don't. I'm one of three candidates that doesn't (of fourteen candidates total). I should be playing up the fact that the municipality doesn't begin and end with the regional centre. But no, I'm a Kingstonite. Fuck.

And it's missing an apostrophe. You know how much that pisses me off.

It's been printed (8,000 copies) and gone to the distributors. It'll be in letterboxes on Tuesday/Wednesday next week (7,540 of them).

Fuck.

The thing that really annoys me is that I should have known. I didn't properly proofread; hell, I didn't properly read. I just trusted Luke (campaign manager) to get it right.

I'm not putting my heart and soul into this. How can I expect to win then? And if I don't win, what is this? It's a very expensive ego stroking exercise, apparently.

Fuck. (it really shows the diversity of the word)