01.26.04 THE ESTABLISHMENT
alex fefer and i are discussing the hypothetical after-hours brothel club i'm opening up. it's impossibly luxe and cush: leather chairs and silk banquettes, signature cocktails, good cigars, friendly girls, an impeccable wine list. there's also an underground casino, of which alex paints a lovely scene:i've always wanted to sit down at a baccarat table with a big crowd of onlookers, and say "banco", and everyone will gasp.i'm giving him carte blanche if this place ever happens.
"carte."
the dealer would go, "neuf, de la banque. monsieur wins."
and there would be a light round of applause.
01.25.04 HELL HATH NO FURY
i've got a hot temper. you piss me off, i come running at you with knives, and there is none sharper than my tongue. my goal is to cut to the quick in the fewest strokes possible.
this morning is a thrillsometimes the learning doesn't come from where you end up, but instead how you got there. and the lesson? to stop dating kids.
you just made your kill
took the dream and slowly slit its throat
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have you ever seen the sun go down on such a perfect thrill?
such a perfect thrill
yeah, you just made your kill
01.24.04 EBULLIENT
i love music that makes me feel good, that makes the laughter well up inside me and bubble out without warning. a fat bass line doesn't hurt either.
it's been a very good chinese new year's. i saw kevin, and that was excellent. i'm being commissioned to do a small bookbinding job. my aunts are in toronto from hong kong. i'm having a Date Night Wednesday with the girls. jimmy swift is coming this weekend!
01.19.04 IN EXTREMES
i take it back. i said it couldn't get any better, but it did. this just goes to show i oughtn't tempt fate. ever since thursday, it's been nothing but euphoria, to the point that i feel i'm going to burst.
i had another supremely good talk with edwin-tyler that, as before, stretched through the witching hours and into the daylight without either of us noticing.
i found kevin. it's been two years, and the absence has been noticeable.
cbcradio3 continues to rock my world and provide the perfect soundtrack. dancing like crazy helps dissipate the excess energy.
01.18.04 CAN'T GET ANY BETTER
 new hotness |
last night was rajh's birthday party. an excellent night, even in spite of matt's drunken groping followed by passing out and vomiting. austin went down on bended knee and proposed (my 7th), but i turned him down; there was this other guy. he's into music (he likes my bands, and he likes the unicorns!), makes up little songs, looks killer in a black sweater, and helped rescue me from matt. unfortunately, while i was trying to kiss him, he was trying to kiss someone else. |
01.15.04 PERFECT THRILL
i am having a superlative day. you can tell because i'm verbose and whimsical with my formatting.
i was to meet paul for lunch, and since i was trekking downtown, i thought i'd take the opportunity to start 'faces of chrystyna'. it made for a late night, but i'm glad i did without the sleep because all the pages are done up and i got my first chrystyna.
i picked up pilate's debut disc (loved 'em since cbc radio 3's indie video special) and accidentally discovered the patients, a fun, kicky indie band with a 5 track ep. AND - best part last - thejimmyswiftband is coming to toronto (jan. 31 @ the ElMo, can't go wrong)!! music scene can't get much better.
lunch was at the always good bacchus roti shop followed by the japanese paper place for bookbinding things, and then general wandering in the freezing yet gorgeously sunny weather. got lent some design annuals, convinced paul to do this year's deck of 6 cards, made plans with tahir to see aforementioned the patients.
only two wet spots:i wish i could keep this buoyant feeling of contentment and well-being. i also wish this feeling for you.
- lost a contact on floor of holt's, only to find it dusty.
- fucking edwin-tyler. not wet, merely a damp spot, really. wettish.
01.12.04 BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL
lemon jelly's 'space walk' is on heavy rotation. once it gets going, it's very good. and at exactly 2:11, there's an acoustic guitar bit -- it's full of the promise of good things to come. i imagine the spring, and here it is:
i’m pedaling my bike as fast as it will go down the narrow one-way street. the townhouses on either side are blurs of brown brick and concrete steps, with the occasional flash of tulips and late daffodils. the trees are newly green with spring leaves, and golden sunlight glimmers through the gaps. the air is moist and alive. it’s a supremely good day. i swerve to avoid a car parked too far out from the curb, swish past a couple walking a chocolate-brown lab. i’m going as fast as i can. i can hardly wait. laughter and contentment are welling up in my throat, and it’s hard not to smile. i'm buzzing. i’m breathless from pedaling so much, breathless from anticipation. it’s not just the gladness of being in that very moment, but also the fact that i’m going to meet you.
01.11.04 MEANINGFUL
my family rocks hard. we have interesting conversation. take, for example, this morning at dim sum with the extended family (aunties and uncles, grandma). the "phoenix claws", aka chicken feet steamed in red sauce, arrive.
uncle paul: mmm! look, they're whole! that's good.the fact that we have to debate this illustrates the awesomeness of my family. it's non-stop random fun and hilarity.
aunt rita: what do you mean, that's good? they're hard to eat that way.
aunt karen: i know, that's what i said. it's better when they chop them into pieces.
uncle paul: they look better when they're whole. AND you know they're not ripping you off, selling you the bits and pieces.
dad: i agree, they look nicer when they're whole.
aunt karen: when you eat bananas, do you eat them one by one or the whole bunch together?
uncle paul: ahh, pfft.
01.08.04 COME AGAIN?
i've had two male friends tell me that they've never had a blow job that was good enough to make them want to orgasm. this was absolutely dumbfounding. is there such thing as a bad bj? is the female population out there uneducated about the fine art of fellatio? or are they, as taís suggested, the type that have it as a pre-intercourse appetizer? it boggles the mind.
01.07.04 UGH
i'm bored and lonely. this is a bad combination, and a new kiehl's lip balm (that i really can't afford) can only bring so much temporary happiness.
01.02.04 PREDICTION
i just got up from 10 hours worth of sleep after 40 hours of no-sleep. yesterday was a good new year's day. i finished writing an awful report. i re-covered a day planner and made some accordian books, one of which houses a series of sketches i had done in 1999 and were lying 'round all scattered. all in all, productive and creative. let's hope this is a taster of things to come in 2004.
ADDICTIVE
these are the opening lines of blur's 'tender':
tender is the night, lying by your sideif the song doesn't make you want to slowly run your lips over someone's collar bone, i don't know what will.
tender is the touch, of someone that you love too much
tender is the day, the demons go away
lord i need to find, someone who can heal my mind
01.01.04 SUPER BISHI BASHI CHAMP
happy new year! a few highlights from samit's house party:
ted: ...and she dances like this, she just swings her arms. (pantomimes beyoncé)
we all look at him
all: what? how was that again? i missed it.
ted: fuck you! fuck you all! (pause) jesus christ. like this. (dances some more) jerks.
joyce: what's that? ducks?
samit: yeah. they didn't go south like they were supposed to. fucking lazy ducks. people feed them, that's why. imitating ducks: "oh, we have food, we don't have to go anywhere. suckers!"
ted: you ever play erotic photomatch? it's so much easier.
brian: what? erotic is easier?