yup it's my new favourite show for sure. it's filthy...dirty...foul...! the swearing is so constant that you kinda forget it's swearing...only you also feel a little in awe of it...like the big kids who weren't afraid to swear when you'd only learned your first swear word...
and there's naked girls sometimes and hard bitten men living on the edge of the law in times past...an age when ... epic shit happened. kinda...
oh yeah and one of the main characters is from etobicoke...plus there's good bad guys.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
"heaven isn't too far away/closer to it everyday/no matter what your friends mi-ght say...we'll find our wa-a-y...whoa yeah"
recipe for heaven
-one or more beers...to taste
-bag of sour cream and bacon chips...the bigger the better
-one raptors game recorded while you were at work...and you don't know anything about it yet...
OR
-one really good book...in this case "wildfire season" by andrew pyper...yes that andrew pyper...after reading most of his book i have to really respect him so i hope he's left the anti-christ (leah mclaren) to sink into her own lonely pit of inanity, banality, and asininity...and vapidity...ya know i just don't like her and he's apparently a really really good writer and what if she's contagious?...
only i can't really decide what to do...read the book or watch basketball...cuz i got a feeling the book will make me need to lie on the floor for awhile, kinda stunned and try to drink beer while flat on my back...and sarah's already gone to sleep so i won't even be able to wake her for stunned-boyfriend-needs-a-cuddle cuddles...hmmm...better watch the raptors
ps. i think i might try to document what i read this year...so far "high lonesome" by louis l'amour, and "devil's picnic" by taras grescoe, and now "wildfire season" by andrew pyper...but i think i'm forgetting one or two more...maybe they'll let me look at my book loan history at the old store if they still have it...
-one or more beers...to taste
-bag of sour cream and bacon chips...the bigger the better
-one raptors game recorded while you were at work...and you don't know anything about it yet...
OR
-one really good book...in this case "wildfire season" by andrew pyper...yes that andrew pyper...after reading most of his book i have to really respect him so i hope he's left the anti-christ (leah mclaren) to sink into her own lonely pit of inanity, banality, and asininity...and vapidity...ya know i just don't like her and he's apparently a really really good writer and what if she's contagious?...
only i can't really decide what to do...read the book or watch basketball...cuz i got a feeling the book will make me need to lie on the floor for awhile, kinda stunned and try to drink beer while flat on my back...and sarah's already gone to sleep so i won't even be able to wake her for stunned-boyfriend-needs-a-cuddle cuddles...hmmm...better watch the raptors
ps. i think i might try to document what i read this year...so far "high lonesome" by louis l'amour, and "devil's picnic" by taras grescoe, and now "wildfire season" by andrew pyper...but i think i'm forgetting one or two more...maybe they'll let me look at my book loan history at the old store if they still have it...
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
doppelganger...soft in my old age...?
so at basketball tonight there was this new guy...his name was paul...good looking...like me...but then he made me kinda look bad...maybe...at least to me...
admittedly he was taller...more athletic...better vertical...better handle...
and i didn't play my best game at least from a shooting perspective...maybe one for 82...(but that one was a dagger...a coffin nail...top of the key jump shot that rattled home for the win...or at least the lead...in a game we lost actually...anyway...)
i made good passes though...
stifling defense too...mark couldn't do nothin against me...even though he was 9 inches taller...i built the fence in defence...
ran the floor well too...got out on the break...rebounded...
but this paul guy had to go one better...made me feel soft...see he hit the dirt for more loose balls than anybody else all night...guy had like 14 blocks and 79 steals...1003 deflections...
that's my role!...the heart...the grit...the determination...that's me!
who does he think he is coming on my floor and playing my game?
actually i think he must be younger...probably only 28...
hmmm...
admittedly he was taller...more athletic...better vertical...better handle...
and i didn't play my best game at least from a shooting perspective...maybe one for 82...(but that one was a dagger...a coffin nail...top of the key jump shot that rattled home for the win...or at least the lead...in a game we lost actually...anyway...)
i made good passes though...
stifling defense too...mark couldn't do nothin against me...even though he was 9 inches taller...i built the fence in defence...
ran the floor well too...got out on the break...rebounded...
but this paul guy had to go one better...made me feel soft...see he hit the dirt for more loose balls than anybody else all night...guy had like 14 blocks and 79 steals...1003 deflections...
that's my role!...the heart...the grit...the determination...that's me!
who does he think he is coming on my floor and playing my game?
actually i think he must be younger...probably only 28...
hmmm...
Monday, January 09, 2006
domestic...bliss...(?)...uh oh...
so it seemed like domestic bliss for a few minutes there...me and sarah in the kitchen...each of us baking...well actually i was just making choco chip cookie dough to eat...listening to neko case "tigers have spoken"...actually after her version of "train from kansas city" i ran out to get my shangri-las cd and play their (the original i think) version of it. only then i pulled a fast one on sarah and put twisted sister in the stereo and "the price" (the ultimate power ballad evER!!) came on...then a couple seconds later (i was busy reaching up and pulling down...clutching...trying to sing like i had heavy duty reverb...) sarah says "that's not the same song!"... don't be so hard on her. she got woken up from her early evening nap by a telemarketer, and told the telemarketer off for calling us at 530 "am"..."don't you know what time it is?" "my boyfriend is sleeping!" "i gotta go!" click!... it's been a hard day for my girl.
and the reason it's not so domestically blissful right now is cuz i ate too much of my cookie dough. i better stop now. beer oughta make me feel better right?
and the reason it's not so domestically blissful right now is cuz i ate too much of my cookie dough. i better stop now. beer oughta make me feel better right?
Sunday, January 01, 2006
(my) broke[heart] mountain
oh my god.
ow.
just saw brokeback mountain...and it really hurt me. feeling a little emotionally exhausted actually. i am not gonna say much though. i think this is ang lee's best film. i think ang lee is the best living director. this film is film as very very high art. the cast works beautifully. i will go see heath ledger's next film based on this performance. the script is astonishing. the whole movie is astonishing. those guys...those characters...i like those guys a lot. they could totally be my friends...
i think that's all i'll say cuz of how many people i know who haven't seen it yet...
happy new year.
ow.
just saw brokeback mountain...and it really hurt me. feeling a little emotionally exhausted actually. i am not gonna say much though. i think this is ang lee's best film. i think ang lee is the best living director. this film is film as very very high art. the cast works beautifully. i will go see heath ledger's next film based on this performance. the script is astonishing. the whole movie is astonishing. those guys...those characters...i like those guys a lot. they could totally be my friends...
i think that's all i'll say cuz of how many people i know who haven't seen it yet...
happy new year.
Monday, December 12, 2005
WHAT WAS HIS NAME????
anybody remember the cartoons from saturday mornings with the sheepdog and the coyote...i think they were warner brothers...they always used the same sheepdog...and actually they just used wile e. coyote for the coyote...
anyway...in the cartoon i'm thinking of the coyote and the sheepdog both arrive at the field where the sheep are pasturing and they both are carrying lunch pails and as they arrive they greet each other..."mornin' ralph" "morning sam"...except i don't think the other guy was called sam...and i' can't remember which one was ralph...and then they clock in at some old fashioned clock punch thingy and do their thing (ie. the sheepdog guards and the coyote tries to steal the sheep...)...hilarity and hijinks and mayhem ensue...and then they punch out "evenin' ralph" "evening sam"...
well that's what i think of when i get on and off the subway at don mills station (yes the whole other end of the sheppard line...)...i imagine myself greeting my fellow travellers the exact same way..."morning ralph" "morning paul"..."see ya ralph" "evening paul"...it's not like i know them or anything...just fellow travellers...ya know...? how do you get to know those people?
probably i'm under a lot of stress...underslept...too much time to think on ttc...
"morning ralph" ... "evening paul"...
anyway...in the cartoon i'm thinking of the coyote and the sheepdog both arrive at the field where the sheep are pasturing and they both are carrying lunch pails and as they arrive they greet each other..."mornin' ralph" "morning sam"...except i don't think the other guy was called sam...and i' can't remember which one was ralph...and then they clock in at some old fashioned clock punch thingy and do their thing (ie. the sheepdog guards and the coyote tries to steal the sheep...)...hilarity and hijinks and mayhem ensue...and then they punch out "evenin' ralph" "evening sam"...
well that's what i think of when i get on and off the subway at don mills station (yes the whole other end of the sheppard line...)...i imagine myself greeting my fellow travellers the exact same way..."morning ralph" "morning paul"..."see ya ralph" "evening paul"...it's not like i know them or anything...just fellow travellers...ya know...? how do you get to know those people?
probably i'm under a lot of stress...underslept...too much time to think on ttc...
"morning ralph" ... "evening paul"...
Sunday, December 11, 2005
in other news..."fortress of solitude"
i'm reading "fortress of solitude" by jonathan lethem...about a white kid growing up in black brooklyn in the 70's...really good...also not too much with the plot...but really good...background politics and race relations and pop culture are very cool too...
my favourite part so far...page 109...[and for michelle - the best friend is biracial...]
"It was entirely possible that one song could destroy your life. Yes, musical doom could fall on a lone human form and crush it like a bug. The song, that song, was sent from somewhere else to find you, to pick the scab of your whole existence. The song was you personal shitty fate, manisfest as a throb fo pop floating out of radios everywhere.
At the very least the song was the soundtrack to your destruction, the theme. Your days reduced to a montage cut to its cowbell beat, inexorable doubled bass line and raunch vocal, a sort of chanted sneer, surrounded by groans of pleasure. The stutter and blurt of what -- a tuba? french horn? Rhythm guitar and trumpet, pitched to mockery. The singer might as well have held a gun to your head. How could it have been allowed to happen, how could it have been allowed on the radio? That song ought to be illegal. It wasn't racist -- you'll never sort that one out, don't even start -- so much as anti-you.
Yes they were dancing, and singing, and movin' to the groovin, and just when it hit me, somebody turned around and shouted -
Every time your sneakers hit the street, teh end of that summer, somebody was hurling it at your head, that song...
...September 7, 1976, the week Dylan Ebdus began seventh grade in the main building on Court Street and Butler, Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music" was the top song on the rhythm and blues charts. Fourteen days later it topped Billboard's pop charts. Your misery's anthem, number one song in the nation.
Sing it through gritted teeth: WHITE BOY!
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music 'til you die."
from "the fortress of solitude" by jonathan lethem.
...i read about this book while reading "polysyllabic spree" by nick hornby...
my favourite part so far...page 109...[and for michelle - the best friend is biracial...]
"It was entirely possible that one song could destroy your life. Yes, musical doom could fall on a lone human form and crush it like a bug. The song, that song, was sent from somewhere else to find you, to pick the scab of your whole existence. The song was you personal shitty fate, manisfest as a throb fo pop floating out of radios everywhere.
At the very least the song was the soundtrack to your destruction, the theme. Your days reduced to a montage cut to its cowbell beat, inexorable doubled bass line and raunch vocal, a sort of chanted sneer, surrounded by groans of pleasure. The stutter and blurt of what -- a tuba? french horn? Rhythm guitar and trumpet, pitched to mockery. The singer might as well have held a gun to your head. How could it have been allowed to happen, how could it have been allowed on the radio? That song ought to be illegal. It wasn't racist -- you'll never sort that one out, don't even start -- so much as anti-you.
Yes they were dancing, and singing, and movin' to the groovin, and just when it hit me, somebody turned around and shouted -
Every time your sneakers hit the street, teh end of that summer, somebody was hurling it at your head, that song...
...September 7, 1976, the week Dylan Ebdus began seventh grade in the main building on Court Street and Butler, Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music" was the top song on the rhythm and blues charts. Fourteen days later it topped Billboard's pop charts. Your misery's anthem, number one song in the nation.
Sing it through gritted teeth: WHITE BOY!
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music 'til you die."
from "the fortress of solitude" by jonathan lethem.
...i read about this book while reading "polysyllabic spree" by nick hornby...
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