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And then it pours

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

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I had originally planned to document working on the back garden but there isn’t much to tell. The slugs pretty much massacred everything and did so so completely that it makes me want to throw up my hands and concede defeat. I don’t feel like I have the time to turn it around right now. Maybe this is just not my year.

It always seems to be that I have periods of time during which nothing is happening and then suddenly everything gets piled on at once. As I was getting on the skytrain to come home tonight it occurred to me that I had triple-booked myself on Monday night. Luckily I caught it early and there’s no reason why this can’t be worked out, but it goes to show that after a lull I’m a lot busier than I’m accustomed to being.

I started a new job at Museum of Vancouver, and I’m working on some projects for OpenMedia so between the two I seem to put in a minimum of 10 hours/day. I haven’t quite figured out how to fit the rest of my life in yet, but I will. I’m really looking forward to the rest of the summer.

Oranje

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

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Today was a long, long day at work. I’m very tired.

Mye made the mistake of wearing an orange sweater to work. She isn’t a soccer fan and hasn’t been following the World Cup. When she got home, my first reaction was to say “Hey, Netherlands!” She blew up in a comically overdramatic way. I guess I wasn’t the only one to say that.

She’s trying to quit smoking. This means that things that Wesley does that would normally just merit mild admonishment, like eating standing up or freezing everything before eating it, now gets a full-blown rant.

But it’s all alright. No one takes it personally, so it’s actually kind of amusing.

Forestry

Monday, July 5th, 2010

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I heard from my sister finally. She had some bad kava and was sick for a week so she wasn’t able to get to the internet cafe to talk to us. She said that they’ve uncovered a burial site and some tools so they’re digging up all sorts of cool stuff.

On Saturday I went to see my friends Forestry play their first ever gig on the mainland in a particularly divey bar in the Downtown East Side. Like a lot of places in the area, the regulars – a cross-section of the neighbourhood – are slowly being displaced by hipsters.

One of the regulars was clearly not impressed. She singled me out to complain about the music. I told her that the opening band wasn’t to my taste either and she wandered away. Forestry played a good set though. It was unfortunate that the acoustics in the place were bad.

Between sets I had a chat with some of the regulars. One of them, Walter, talked about being taken to an indian residential school and living in Malaysia. I went to say goodbye to him before I left but by that time he was piss drunk so I didn’t bother.

Gaps

Thursday, July 1st, 2010

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Today it went from being a really nice, sunny day to being a grey, cloudy soup day.

I started the day reading a book that I’ve had going for the past week but I’d been bored of it for a few days already so I skipped to the end to see if it was worth it. It wasn’t. Good call. I’m a slow reader. I don’t have the time to really waste on things I’m not enjoying if they’re not assigned.

I picked up The Gods Themselves by Isaac Asimov. Somewhere around three chapters in it started to feel very familiar. It didn’t take much more reading before I decided that I’ve probably read it before but it seems I’d forgotten.

This fact disturbs me because I don’t forget anything. I’m always recalling really obscure things. Just the other day I came up with the reason for the earthquake in Ontario, without any major fault lines nearby. My friend asked me how I knew that and I said Geology 12. People around me were amazed.

I don’t know. I just remember stuff. I always have. I’ve gotten used to thinking of myself as someone who remembers everything, because I do. That is, except for times when I don’t.

But of course you don’t remember the things you’ve forgotten. That’s why they’re forgotten. I don’t like being reminded of this. It makes me wonder what else it is that I forget that I don’t know about. It makes me feel like I’m a lot less invincible than I think.

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