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Nothin' to See Here But Good Old Fashioned Blogging

I'm feeling very contemplative today. Whatever that means. If I come up with any particularly engaging or intriguing thoughts I'll be sure to write them down.

It's another beautiful light hoodie day down here in Halifax, and I love every cloudless minute of it. The sun has been shining in through my window for what seems like the first time in months and it's been doing wonders for my general peace of mind. It makes me actually want to get up from this box and do something. Maybe the schoolwork I've been putting off for weeks...months...

The unknown presence in the apartment above me is listening to some bullshit techno music at ear-splitting volumes. Of course all I can hear is the ridiculously monotonous bassline, pounding out "buh dun dun DUH, buh dun dun DUH," in an infinitisemal loop of pure and unadulterated shittiness. All I can do is sit here and imagine what the fucker looks like and what the hell he or she is doing while willingly exposing their ears to such "music." It could be some E-freak rave kid tripping out on party drugs. It could just as easily be some middle-aged, overweight woman trying to strip her way to fitness with Carmen Electra. Oh well, who cares? It's nothing I can't drown out with good music.

There, that's better.

Well, that really got me off on a tangent, huh? At least I got to use the word "infinitesmal."
*crosses it off the list*

As I was saying, the weather here is beautiful. Yesterday I walked downtown in a T-shirt and reminded myself of how beautiful this city is. The long and glorious stretch to summer is something I covet every year in this ridiculous maritime climate we have. There's nothing quite like that first 12-degree day following 5-6 months of bleak, arduous winter.

Almost all-too predictably, I've gone against my previous decision to stay away from Grand Falls-Windsor this summer. Though, to my credit, I had little to do with it. Just another of those sets of variables that seems to calculate against your will in nearly every way possible. I've been dealing with a few of them lately. Though, I can't say I'm not looking forward to another summer slumming it in that social cesspool. I have friends there. Good ones.

Despite the fact that this city has more bars per capita than anywhere else in Canada, I find myself fighting an endless battle to get any drinking done. Social occasions are bogged down with an absurd amount of politics and other such nonsense. Newfies aren't like that. Say the word "beer" in Newfoundland and you've got 5 of your closest friends at your doorstop with a half case each in less than 30 minutes. They'll drink in the goddamned woods if need be, and that's how it ought to be. I can't wait to be a part of that again.

Unfortunately, this also results in my girlfriend and I going our seperate ways , which is something I'd rather not do again for as long as I live. We've had our periods of absence before, longer and over larger divides than this one, but over the last school year I have developed an almost unhealthy reliance on the time that I spend with her, of which there is alot. I suppose that only time will tell how I'll fare with my better half living across the ocean. The half that remains with me is misguided, apathetic, unmotivated and overly nostalgic at the best of times. How such a dependant fragment of a person can survive on his own among a few dozen thousand of the world's most superficial people is beyond me. But you do what you have to do, I guess. If Bright Eyes can make me feel better about death ("Arc of Time"), he can make me feel better about anything.

I went to see Sin City 2 nights ago. It was quite simply, a cinematic masterpiece. The movie follows Frank Miller's graphic novels almost panel to panel, and it's just amazing how well it translates to film. The cinematography is astounding. Director Robert Rodriguez does an excellent job of capturing the soul of the comic books and of Sin City itself. The blacks, the whites, the rare splashes of color... it's quite a sight to behold. And on top of that, there's a healthy does of extreme stylized violence at least every 5 minutes. Sin City makes Kill Bill look like amateur trash. I may be going out on a limb here, but it may just even be a tiny bit better ( or at least just as good ) as Pulp Fiction.

Well, that's it for me today, I guess. I'm going out for a walk, to bathe in the warm sun and let the fresh spring air fill my lungs. And to contemplate, of course.

And in case you were wondering about my Bright Eyes referance earlier...here are the lyrics to "Arc of Time."

You can make a plan
Carve it into stone
Like a feather falling
It is still unknown
Until the clock speaks up
Says it's time to go
You could choose the high
Or the lower road
You might clinch your fist
You might fork your tongue
As you curse or praise
All the things you've done
And the faders move
And the music dies
As we pass over
On the arc of time

So you nurse your love
Like a wounded dove
In the covered cage of night
Every star is crossed
By phrenetic thoughts
That seperate and then collide
And they twist like sheets
Till you fall asleep
And they finally unwind
It's a black balloon
It's a dream you'll soon deny

I hear if you make friends
With Jesus Christ
You will get right up
From that chalk outline
And then you'll get dolled up
And you'll dress in white
All to take your place
In his chorus line

And then in you'll come
With those marching drums
In a saintly compromise
No more whiskey slurs
No more blonde haired girls
For your whole eternal life
And you'll do the dance
That was choreographed
At the very dawn of time
Singing, I told you son
The day would come
You would die

To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands
Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand
On a circuit board
We will soon be born again

Cheers everyone.

posted by Sylpheed @ 11:41 AM