If you ever ever ever get a chance to go to a Cut Copy concert, go. Even if you don’t know them, even if you haven’t heard both albums, even if you don’t like electro-pop (I don’t), and even if you don’t particularly like them. They are definately the best live show I’ve ever enjoyed and the most fun I’ve ever had twice in a row at a concert. I have never seen a band get a crowd to move like that without use of any props, effects, or tat. Just their music was enough to have everyone jumping, singing, and dancing. I’ve been to a fair number of concerts by bands who I like better than Cut Copy and they weren’t half as fun.
Yesterday was productive: I ran up the mountain and down followed by 12 minutes of meditation and a load of laundry. The particularly amazing detail to note here is that I did exactly one load of laundry and now have all clean clothes. This would have to mean that I managed to do laundry at an appropriate time, as oppose to stuffing eight loads of dirty garbs and gitch into travel suitcases and setting camp in the laundromat for 8 hours. I also studied and unpacked my room. I would pat myself on the back right now if I wasn’t so godamned sore! I am so out of shape! The only thing I excercised this summer was my right to be a pot head and as such, running up the mountain did a number on me. I just washed down two extra strength somethings with a swish of coffee.
My girlfriend brought home a cat last night. We’re taking care of it temporarily until a home is found. I’ve named her Fish Crackers. She kind of looks like Tom Cruise.
Wow Jetfuel Coffee, my soy latte was only 3 dollars and it’s as tall as my forearm is long. Too bad is tastes like shit!
Do you know why you’re successful Jetfuel coffee? It’s certainly not because of your snotty and serpentine staff, nor is it because of your bitter and syropy espresso. Such things wouldn’t make anyone successful. You bank on your excellent location, welcoming sign, cosy brick and hardwood interior. I guess you have some sort of history with a bike team or something. I guess people come to drink coffee and gaze dreamily at your biker jerseys on the wall? I’m not sure. Anywho, here’s to you. You suck, but I’m here.
My pants are soaked, my socks are wet, my cheeks are pink. I think this is the first winter since I still wore snow pants to school that I enjoyed the sight of snow in the morning.
I‘m leaving the country with my father on a business trip to Connecticut. He wants to throw me into the fire and see me do my thing. I’m fine with that, just so long as he doesn’t abandon me in a foreign city like he did when I was 16 in Toronto and left me with 50$ to find my way home.
We’re leaving tomorrow or Monday and I’m told we’re going shopping today. My dad wants to look native business casual. That is, business cas alla native American. I love the idea and plan to copy him. We’re going to look so adorable; my dad, essentially Big Chief from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and me. Both dressed in moccasins and business suits. I’ll post actual pictures soon.
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Lastly, I have to mention that I’m a little sad this morning. My dad (Redfeather) and I dropped Frazer B off at the airport this morning at 6am. He’s going back to Scotland and I might never see him again. I think he and I made an amazing duo and I’m going to miss tea and comic books with him.
I have temporarily moved to Toronto to work for my father. I came with my friend Frazer B from Scotland who is already getting the Redfeather (my father) treatment. I’ve warned him before, offered disclaimers, and excuses but I don’t think he was ready for my father’s… charisma. He’s doing remarkably well.
Redfeather: How you doing child- whoa, I took you for a girl for a second. You ain’t a girl is you?
Frazer: No.
Redfeather: Ah, that’s alright. How you doing?
Me: Frantically mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ behind my father.
Who knows when I’ll be back to Montreal.
I left my apartment before my roommate got back from his week-end in Mexico. I’ve lost the remote and I didn’t know how to tell him… I looked everwhere. I think it wandered off with the spoon.
