Faile

Neil Young

A month or two ago, Cristine surprised me with a ticket to see a Neil Young flick playing in theatres, titled "Heart of Gold." It's a live concert that he did recently, playing some stuff from his new album 'Prairie Winds' as well as some of his classics; I definitely recommend this movie.

My brother has been a long-time fan of Neil Young's, but I used to find the high-pitched vocals irritating. I'd like to think that my taste in music has improved in the past few years, and I now look forward to re-discovering his plethora of albums, hopefully in chronological order. It's always enjoyable to get into someone when they've already done several albums; and with more than 40 solo albums under his belt, I should have ample enjoyment.

Anyone who doesn't enjoy his music though, has to give him credit for this. At age 61, he's definitely more punk than 99% of the new-school 'punk bands' that have clogged the airwaves in the past 5 years.

Golden Looney

ESQ

STAGE

more pics from Toronto

As soon as Blogger gets their shite (site) together.

I've become fascinated with Graffiti, especially stenciled Graffiti. I often browse the Faile pictures at streetsy, and I was fascinated to find a Faile stencil in Toronto's Kensington Market. I took a picture, and I'll post it along with some others that I took this weekend as soon as blogger allows me.

now where did I park

Anyone who knows me well knows that my short-term memory is amazingly weak. If you ask me what I did yesterday, you'll be waiting at least 5 seconds for my response. But rest assured I'll fill in the time gap with "Yesterday.. today is Wednesday, what did I do Tuesday..." At that moment my brain has had enough time to make the appropriate connection.

When walking out of a grocery store, I rely purely on intuition when finding my car, unless I parked near a landmark, such as a grocery cart shelter. But landmarks are hard to come by in parking lots, so I follow my instinct.

While in the grocery store, I find myself rattling off items that I know I need, because I'm scanning my brain, thinking of what I do each day (shampoo my hair, brush teeth, eat breakfast, pack a lunch, supper, night lunch.. 'Oh, I'm out of cereal' ...)

I have complete faith that if I were to park my car, walk into the grocery store, slip, hit my head, and walk out of the store an amnesiac, my well-trained instinct would lead me to the exact spot my car was parked in.

This isn't to say that I have abnormally good instinct regarding this sort of thing, it simply proves that part of my subconscious has actually grown to compensate for my memory.

I'm truly fascinated by people who talk about "that bad rainstorm we had in '93," or "spring break '89." I find myself shying away from commenting on the warm winter we had, because I simply don't remember how cold the last winter was. Come to think of it, this isn't just a poor short-term memory I'm dealing with, it's my memory in general. But maybe I already knew that.

This wasn't as pronounced while I was in Steinbach. Familiar people, familiar places; I knew the weather patterns and could picture most areas of town.

But I've got to say, there's something exciting about walking into a large parking lot, and having a feeling that I should walk 'that way.' The downside is, you may read this same post a year from now.

for the nature lovers

It looks as though a pair of bald eagles forgot to turn their webcam off. The nest contains two eggs, due to hatch at the end of this month.

One more thing

I have one more thing to say tonight. Life is much more enjoyable when you're not the first person there. And if you're friends are coming around to pick you up at 8:00, stay on the couch until you hear the doorbell.

Alright fine

I'm in a writer's slump, if you will. You won't? Well then I'll tell you what I've been up to.
Cristine and I have a place in Toronto, it's around here.

It's in a very cool neighborhood, so look forward to some cool pictures this summer. Not just because of the neighborhood, but living in Toronto in general will be great for pictures.

I look at this blog as sort of a connection to my friends back home, and perhaps that's why I sometimes find it hard to write. Friends are made on common grounds, and when that common ground starts to slip; friendships naturally become increasingly distant.

Sometimes I get frustrated when people won't leave Steinbach. Moving away is incredibly tough; but if you look at it objectively; there is such a huge world out there. If you died, and for the sake of argument, say that heaven existed and you went there, what would you tell people?

"Well, I lived in Steinbach, Manitoba. Most people haven't heard of it, and the only work around there was in factories, but my parents lived nearby."

I have nothing against Steinbach of course, I love and miss the place. But I won't be spending my summer holidays there anymore, I need to move on.