Runaway Future

So to recap on the work that I have to do/had to do.

I’ve done one article for HF out of two due on the 13th. That’s decent progress.

I have been unable to get much progress with anything at work, and right now I’m of the feeling that I refuse to do work from work at home. It’s going to make next week that much more uncomfortable, but I care little. I having a hard time motivating myself for work and it’s just as easy to blame that all on everyone else going back to class. My mocking MSN names when I am at the office are much more for my sake then anyone elses. I’m locked in my unchanging bubble, the world streaming around me. I can pause my life at this level forever…

Last night walking home from “the Big Dirty” Dartmouth, I ran into two Shelburnians heading for the Pogue, for a quiet drink, saying it’s better then the busy scene. I should of gone with, I should of agreed, it was exactly what I wanted and what I needed. Instead I came home.
I like the ferry, I should think that I will ride it more often.

To close, this is an open invitation to anyone and everyone who sees these words and is within a Metro Transit ticket or two away to join me in something, anything at the Atlantic Film Festival. There’s plenty I want to see (Trudeau II, The Life & Hard Times of Guy Terrifico, a plethora of the Terry Gilliam tribute movies and the Canadian Documentary Shorts). I’ll even be nice and go to something that doesn’t strike me if you wish. Would-be-inspired minds apply within.

How much more can we talk about Louisiana?
If anyone missed the Daily Show tonight, try to find their highlights on the website. Stewart ripped Bush for his inaction and failure of leadership and FEMA. He also gave kudos for the media for actually picking up on this.
Anyway, check this out: Being Poor.
Also read Matt Good’s Blog and BoingBoing for updated info.

This all reminds me of my feelings after 9/11. The overwhelming thought is that it all isn’t real. It’s some kind of crazy Joel Schumacher plot line or something. The images of the twin towers burning are too surreal to be believeable, the same way it’s hard to believe the idea of lawlessness and government inaction on our own continent. The BBC referred to it as an insurgency. I bet it stings to have your own words turned against you.

These past few days have been all about family for me. First my cousin’s wedding and then lunch with my folks and my sister today. Family’s really important and I think that gets forgotten too often.

I’ve also been (and will continue to be) super busy with everything. I have a number of things on the go with work that need to be done or healthily on their way in a week from today. I also have two large articles due for HF in a week, both of which would ideally lend themselves to further work and research. By the time all that stuff gets done, I’ll be prepping for spending four days in Cape Breton for Sport Fair. Crazy times.

I went for groceries today. Turns out everyone is back for university (I should have guessed from the penis that is spray painted on my street, a few doors down) and so they all were shopping as well. It was hilarious to be in the store, because stupid things like chocolate milk and Kraft Dinner were non existant and there were at least 3 guys standing mesmerized by all the different kinds of BBQ Sauce, Mustard and Cheeses.

Oh and Gilligan died. Goodbye, Little Buddy.

I have new sneakers…they are blue…perhaps I will use them to sneak…
Some guys on my street have a pocket bike…perhaps late at night I will sneak over there and steal it…I’ll hide it in my refridgerator…behind the cottage cheese and pickles…

Ahhhhooook anyway,

I bought the Terry Fox commerative shoes. Read more about them here.
Fox is kind of a hero for me. I really can’t explain it. When I was in like Grade 6, I read a book on Fox, it was written by this journalist who was in the van during the full extent of the Marathon of Hope. Truthfully, the only book that made me cry. Crazy emotional.

So I bought the sneakers, and I forgot to wear socks when I went to Sport Chek, and I didn’t want the loaner socks, so I also bought three pairs of Adidas socks (6 socks in total for those who can’t count). Somewhere between the trying on the shoes, the paying for the shoes and the leaving the store, I lost a sock. So I now have 5 Adidas socks. Score!
I actually wanted to get the Adbusters Blackspot Sneaker, even if it is just a Chuck Taylor knock off, but these are cool too. Retro what!

Moving on, I..uh…turned down a free ticket to the Stones concert yesterday.
It’s currently 1pm on Saturday, the concert is soon starting and I turned down a free ticket. FREE TICKET.
My cousin is getting married tommorrow, and I’m supposed to be there, plus the ticket didn’t come with any logisitics or ways to handle getting to Moncton or getting home etc. But…free ticket.
Remember how I say I don’t like making plans for the weekend and my weekends are always so much the better when I leave everything up in the air until Friday. Would that not be the pinnacle of all random Friday plans for the weekend? A Rolling Stones concert. For free. Fuck me.

DirectNIC is a web-hosting company in New Orleans who has magically kept running. Here’s the Wired.com story.
Here’s the link to the Livejournal that one of the guys holed up in the building is running. Here’s the link to the pictures that they have taken out in the streets.
Finally, unbiased reporting from Louisiana. Rejoice!

Outside of all this, people are starting to ask questions on why it is taking so long for aid to arrive and why no one was prepared. Matt Good talks about it quite a bit on his weblog. So head over there, because I’m done.