Dealing in Fear

Posted in Life, Media on May 29th, 2006 by Michael

It just occurs to me that whatever the people behind 9/11 wanted to achieve, they have probably achieved more than they could dream….. And it is all our own doing. A little fear was sown and our media and politicians managed to grow it into a large field.

Go guys. Really good.

Good Night

Posted in Photos on May 28th, 2006 by Michael

Good Night

I have no mouth but I must scream….

Posted in Life, Writing on May 28th, 2006 by Michael

…. or in my case:

I have nothing to write, yet I must type.

Call it spelling flatulence….. Yes, pity me you fool!

Gee…. and I am not even drunk…. Do I hear voices? Hello? Is there anybody in there?

Rainbow in the sky…

Posted in Life on May 28th, 2006 by Michael

…. made of balloons, blown westward towards the open pacific (after crossing Vancouver Island).

Wonder where it came from?

*Click*

Posted in Life, Musings, Photos on May 28th, 2006 by Michael

[Currently listening to: Echtzeit from the album "Space Night Vol. II" by Sensorama]
I found my analog (well mostly) Canaon A-1 and saw that I still had some film in it…. *click* it made and it was a robust sound, the camera didn’t really shake but you could feel things move…. Cool I guess considering that my Digital Rebel XT seems to use an artificial “click” sound, which is just not as satisfying….

I am tempted to buy some rolls of film and on my next road trip actually use the old camera, then scan it all in for online posting. Of course I am a lazy bum, that was the reason why I got a digital SLR to begin with…….

Headache…

Posted in Life on May 28th, 2006 by Michael

[Currently listening to: Baby from the album "Sentimento Brasileiro, Music From The Brazilian Heart" by Os Mutantes]

I am not sure if I have low blood sugar, too much / not enough caffein, are overtired or just under the weather, but I have a freaking, throbbing headache.

Someone shoot me.

Another West Coast Oxymoron

Posted in Life, Musings on May 28th, 2006 by Michael

[Currently listening to: Verbe Vendor from the album "Peter Dorfmeister presents: A Different Drummer Selection" by Phase 5]

In regards to the whole “nature bound” thing. I found out today that my fridge was set on freezer…. Seriously. How did I find this out? I was taking something out and found it was half frozen. I have no idea why someone would crank the fridge to such colds, it’s fixed now, but this is the thing I find so utterly amazing about Vancouver, the waste in so many areas (e.g. Grocery stores, more than the average I have seen in either Edmonton or Toronto, or Europe for that matter), the amount of plastic and packaging, while meanwhile everybody “recycles” as much as they can (there is a 20 cent levy on Soda bottles).

Whatever happened to reduce – reuse – recycle? It seems they are skipping the first two parts here.

This running thing

Posted in Life on May 27th, 2006 by Michael

Continuing my experiment I realize I really really are low on T. Run was crappy, mental mainly, I blame the whole hormonal thing, still, it felt good to do the ~12K.

Need to do this now daily, around the seawall for a lap for this week, then add some hills by the end of the week….

Plan is (more or less) to run around downtown by the end of June, I guess that’ll be ~25K? Anybody here know?

11 hours later

Posted in Life on May 27th, 2006 by Michael

I somehow managed to snore for 11 hours last night, I have no idea how I pulled that one of.

Granted, I did some medical experiments over the last two weeks, so that may have been something…. but still….. 11 hours????

Ughh. Coffee please.

To live versus being alive

Posted in Life, Musings on May 26th, 2006 by Michael

I have way too much time as of late to contemplate my life, explore small nooks and crannies to see what is in there and where there are bricks that I can (maybe) remove without bringing the whole building tumbling down.
One thing that occurred to me during all this prodding and probing that I am live (I guess that’s good news), still breath and all that jazz, but that I am not alive.
What this means is, while I get up, eat, shit, breath etc. I am not really doing anything significant otherwise…. Okay, that is not quite true either, I do read, I started (finally) to learn Brazilian Portuguese (I need someone local here to practice with though), but at the end of the day it is like I am floating in an isolation tank of life. Not going anywhere, not moving, not hearing, not feeling….

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