Friday, July 29, 2005

Two very very short stories for your reading pleasure...and a brief update

Hey dudes,
So I'm still not fully employed,still enjoying the part-time barwork,got a trial for a kitchen job at pizza hut tomorrow,waiting to hear back about some temporary labouring work.All very glamourous,I know.Got our tix to the Leeds music festival the other day.Its going to be frickin fantastic!
I'm headed down to London at the end of August,for the first time,and I can't wait. Meeting up with Tash and Christy for a little hardcore partying and then Nic arrives and a little getting all the way down to the ground,all the way down to chinatown,leaping up into the air gettin juiced up beyond belief hootenany allstar birthday celebration with our friends ensues. (Nic's b-day is on sept 5).I hope I haven't built that weekend up too much.
Anyway,I hope your all doing alright,hope everyone over in Canada is coping with the on going heat wave.Talk to you all soon,heres a couple of little stories I wrote recently,let me know what you think,unless you think they suck,in which case you can kindly keep your opinions to yourselves.hahaha....seriously.


On a beach on the edge of the ocean

Angels float and dangle above the water. Just below the surface I can hear the soft girlish whispers of the fish urging me to wake up. Off in the distance the sounds of barking dogs and bagpipes tumble together through the air. The rocks are hard against my back and sandflies bite my arms and legs,savoring the sweet tang of my blood. Slumber refuses to ease her iron grip,and my eyes remain closed.
A child laughs,those distant bagpipes play on and the waves roll and crash ever closer. That glorious,glorious sound. The hard ocean breeze caresses me,I am too comfortable. I can't remember a thing.


Two lane stream

The rain won't stop and my head is humming. A vague disquieting sound. Like a marching band, marching and playing six blocks away. A marching band with no horn section and a rythmn section banging on broken drums.
Wild cats sit under parked cars, watching the cold drops. They meow into the darkening night and the noise in my head grows ever louder. That busted marching band, marching ever closer.
My jacket is soaked clean through and I'm developing a cough. I'm sitting on this cold dirty sidewalk because I can't make decisions. The street lamps glow orange,casting the world in their errie light. The pages of todays discarded newspaper lay scattered across the road like stepping stones across a two lane stream.
My sandals are in tatters and my toes are wrinkled and shrivelled like prunes. The cold digs its way deep into my body,reaching for my heart. The wind carries the smell of meat and charcoal.
Looking over across that black asphalt stream,I spot a hotdog vendor. My right hand digs deep into my pocket and emerges with a two dollar coin resting comfortably in the middle of its palm. I think I'll get an italian sausage.
I stand and hop from newspaper stone to newspaper stone and cross the street. The marching band turn away,their broken sound fades.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

To Spain and back

So its mid-July already!and I still have yet to find any real full-time work. Personally I think its an english conspiracy to keep Canadians out of their workforce.The bastards.Either that or I'm simply too incompetent.I think I'll stick to the former to protect my self-esteem.
We've been to Spain and back and it was lovely.The weather was perfect,blue skys and 30 degrees everyday and a nice 20 degrees at night.The apartment we rented was excellent.Equiped with all the necessities.Spanish tv sucks.The complex also had a gorgeous pool that I spent most of my time in,and a tennis court. We had a nice balcony that we barbequed on and where I spent a little quality time with Senor San Miguel.We were five minutes from this little village whose name I forget.It was very Spanish.I got lots of pics.We went to several Spanish restaurants.I stuck to sea food.For some reason when I picture spanish cows and chickens in my head, they look skinny,half starved and dirty.I'm sure they are probably the same as cows and chickens in any other country but I stuck to fish just in case.Quick note:Guspacho blows.And no thats probably not how you spell guspacho.
When we were driving from the airport in Malaga to our apartment in our rental car,we turned onto the highway,it was dusk,we passed this mini van pulled over on the side of the road.It was covered in flames and a bunch of cops were standing around it watching.Like it was a bonfire.They might as well have had a bag of marshmellows and some hotdogs.It was very surreal.And my camera was stuck in my backpack.I was pissed.It would have been such a sweet picture.
It was my first time being in a country where no one really speaks english.(although between you and me,there seem to be quite a few English here who can't speak english.hehehe.As Kelso would say...BURN!!!!!!!)It was cool.Ordering your food in Spanish,saying olla! and grathias(I think its spelled gracias but its actually pronounced grathias.Something I wasn't aware of until I got there.I think I had spanish confused with mexican.I'm such an ignorant white guy.They were probably talking about me in spanish right in front of me and laughing to one another.hey,look at this white guy.Look how big his head is.hahahaha.He's so ignorant.He got us confused with Mexicans.What a dumbass.Lets overcharge him for his meal.We'll make him pay for the free bread we gave him with his starter.hahaha.Stupid white guy.But man,is he stylish.
We rented a car for our time there and got to see some of the south east coast of Spain.Some of the Costa del sol.Its absolutely gorgeous.We went to this beautiful village called Nerja and a few other places whose names I forget.I always forget that stuff when it counts.Dammit.In the end we didn't want to go back to England.Ten days just wasn't long enough.Oh,did I mention Spain is full of wild cats.They're everywhere.Nic kept telling me not to touch them,that they probably had rabies,and they probably did.But I still petted them.They were just looking for a little love and attention.Just like the rest of us.
Oh by the way,for anyone reading this from Canada,don't worry,I'm alright.I wasn't in London when the bombs went off.Of course you all probably knew that.Or maybe had a vague idea that you thought he was somewhere north of london.Maybe.Either way apparently that was good enough to sooth any worries you had for my safety cause I only received one concerned email and that was from Jimmy Bobarino.But maybe I'm being a little over dramatic.
Oh and how disappointing was the line up for Canadas live8 gig.Holy moly.I was watching the London gig on tv,U2,Paul McCartney,Coldplay,The Who,the original line up of Pink Floyd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When they cut to Live8 in Barrie and who's on stage?Friggin Tom Cochrane!singing Life is a Highway!
Anyway,Spain was brilliant.I hope everyones doing alright.Talk to you all soon,unless of course Cathy is working out down in the basement or napping on the sofa and can't come to the phone.(burn!)

Bye bye;)

Jerome