Showing posts with label toronto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toronto. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
seasonal conflict
I am in summer brain now, and it is winter.
When I am arguing with you, confronting you or questioning you please don't be offended - it means I feel more comfortable with you than other people.
He gestured to me to step down. I said no you have to come up, I like the view here.
Like, I used to be an upstairs dweller. Now I am a cave dweller. Semi-literally.
Potential events about 40% more likely if I had a phone.
I am not lonely always but I am very aware of my aloneness. Things are generally more enjoyable when I can do them by myself exactly how I want to do them at the pace I would like to do them and experience them in the way that I want to. This is problematic and what people name 'selfish' but that's why I want to do them alone, so no-one else has to be affected. There should still always be people surrounding me but they should not be 'with' me or connected to me. This is why I like the city and being amongst large crowds and to-be-individually-completed activities.
I ate a 10 pack of Twizzlers on the way back. An average of one every 1.3333333 (recurring) hours.
On the back of the Canadian $20 note it says, "Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?" which is a quote from Gabrielle Roy. Wikipedia tells me that she is a Canadian author. It made me feel like Canada cares about me. Canada wants to take care of me. Canada will look after me. I am electing myself as Canada's adoptive daughter.
Jamie wore an NZ shirt especially to pick me up from the airport. But actually just fell asleep wearing it last night.
The first thing I did when I got out of the airport was buy a coffee. America does not do espresso or soy milk. America does terrible freeze-dried burnt-tasting instant machine coffee with 'half-and-half' "milk" substitute which is really just cream and chemicals. Sick.
I never liked coffee until I started working as a barista.
Large amounts of tags in one post. Scatter-brain.
Back in the Kingdom of Bel Air.
When I am arguing with you, confronting you or questioning you please don't be offended - it means I feel more comfortable with you than other people.
He gestured to me to step down. I said no you have to come up, I like the view here.
Like, I used to be an upstairs dweller. Now I am a cave dweller. Semi-literally.
Potential events about 40% more likely if I had a phone.
I am not lonely always but I am very aware of my aloneness. Things are generally more enjoyable when I can do them by myself exactly how I want to do them at the pace I would like to do them and experience them in the way that I want to. This is problematic and what people name 'selfish' but that's why I want to do them alone, so no-one else has to be affected. There should still always be people surrounding me but they should not be 'with' me or connected to me. This is why I like the city and being amongst large crowds and to-be-individually-completed activities.
I ate a 10 pack of Twizzlers on the way back. An average of one every 1.3333333 (recurring) hours.
On the back of the Canadian $20 note it says, "Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?" which is a quote from Gabrielle Roy. Wikipedia tells me that she is a Canadian author. It made me feel like Canada cares about me. Canada wants to take care of me. Canada will look after me. I am electing myself as Canada's adoptive daughter.
Jamie wore an NZ shirt especially to pick me up from the airport. But actually just fell asleep wearing it last night.
The first thing I did when I got out of the airport was buy a coffee. America does not do espresso or soy milk. America does terrible freeze-dried burnt-tasting instant machine coffee with 'half-and-half' "milk" substitute which is really just cream and chemicals. Sick.
I never liked coffee until I started working as a barista.
Large amounts of tags in one post. Scatter-brain.
Back in the Kingdom of Bel Air.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
toe-ron-TOE
Hermann. German. On phone. Walking. Smiling. Talking.
FUCK
= ultimate rebel
Flower. Rail. Large mosquito bite.
Camera versus camera.
Many stands, one bicycle.
Aesthetically pleasing stair rail alignment.
Piece of car, not on car.
TORNTO MAPLE WAFFLES
we are all about the maple here
we are all about the maple here
25 Dates with a capital 'D' in ONE NIGHT!
TREATS TREATS TREATS for every meal
Very apologetic. Very polite.
You are excused.
family picture
[Some stairs in Toronto.]
NO
NO SOLICITING
NO LOITERING
NO VENDORS
NO BICYCLES
NO SKATEBOARDS
NO ROLLERBLADES
NO MOTOR.
VEHICLES.
NO LOITERING
NO VENDORS
NO BICYCLES
NO SKATEBOARDS
NO ROLLERBLADES
NO MOTOR.
VEHICLES.
Ha (!)
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
summer things
that familiar summer stick - clammy and wonderfully uncomfortable
lime in my drink
ice in my coffee
freckling in my skin
salt sticking through my hair
slightly-too-low handlebars
splutter of a lawn sprinkler
fresh-beige skin navigating beached trees
shy smiles from strangers
paved upside-down U bridges between small islands
sand in the ends of my canvas flats
sticky strawberry juice all down my left leg (clumsiness)
dark, swum patched in my shorts
click-click-clack cycling over uneven wooden boardwalk
purple daisies in red-spice hair
an extra two inches of heat above shelled surfaces
change in a different currency to the one you paid in
quiet creeping of watery edge
a platter of languages in my ears
small cottages apart of large cities
photographs of morphing faces
some sort of elusive knowing
for all of these sought-after habits
I will forfeit familiarity, convenience and my un-home
lime in my drink
ice in my coffee
freckling in my skin
salt sticking through my hair
slightly-too-low handlebars
splutter of a lawn sprinkler
fresh-beige skin navigating beached trees
shy smiles from strangers
paved upside-down U bridges between small islands
sand in the ends of my canvas flats
sticky strawberry juice all down my left leg (clumsiness)
dark, swum patched in my shorts
click-click-clack cycling over uneven wooden boardwalk
purple daisies in red-spice hair
an extra two inches of heat above shelled surfaces
change in a different currency to the one you paid in
quiet creeping of watery edge
a platter of languages in my ears
small cottages apart of large cities
photographs of morphing faces
some sort of elusive knowing
for all of these sought-after habits
I will forfeit familiarity, convenience and my un-home
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