Wednesday, September 29, 2004 æ
Stop watching me go down! You sit there all in love! I'm alone! Always alone! You a-holes!
Monday, September 27, 2004 æ
The Arcade Fire - Neighbourhood #1 (Tunnels)
...and if the snow buries my,
my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what ever happened to them?!
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to say.
Purify the colours,
purify my mind.
Purify the colours,
purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colours over this heart of mine!
Friday, September 24, 2004 æ
The Sex & Cash Theory: How To Be Creative In A Non-Creative World
by Hugh Macleod
"A lot of people daydream about living the creative life, about being a writer, artist, whatever, even if they don't really have anything to say or really want to do the actual work. This book is not for them."
Crap. I better get started.
Thursday, September 23, 2004 æ
Monday, September 20, 2004 æ
four months ago, i was holding my father's hand, sitting at his bedside in the intensive care unit of St. Paul's hospital. my heart beat faster and faster. his beat slower and slower until it finally stopped.
today i've been thinking about my dad's nickname for me. a name only he would call me. a name only used around immediate family. a name that only he had the right to actually say out loud. a name i'll never hear again in that loud, carrying voice of his.
it's been four months. you grow up a lot with a loss of a parent. everyone is doing better, but we're all still very much wounded. and the only thing that really makes it heal is time. it just sucks that time is such a slow motherfucker.
