Runaway Future

At the end of April, I read this article on Wired.com and emailed it to myself as a reminder to blog about it when I got the chance.

Basically, it discusses online identity and the fact that practically anything you can do with the Internet can be tracked. Think about anything you’ve posted or contributed. My own views on the world are all over the internet. Right now, if you google my name, this website is the third page. If you put quotes around my name, it jumps up to the second page.
I often wonder if I sometimes get confused with this guy. We both did/do computer stuff, glasses and dark hair. Could be quickly confused.

I once read an article saying that you have to be careful what you write, what you associate with your name, because anyone can use Google. It was mostly tailored towards job interviews and so on, so I’ve made a conscious effort to not discuss work as much. Although that had just as much to do with the fact that like Bryzgalov in my last post, the source of my pay cheque isn’t the most important thing in my life.

The reason why this is probably appropriate is today someone made the connection between my HF work and this weblog. I should have expected it eventually, but it did come as a bit of a shock.

Bryzgalov is awesome.

“I wasn’t nervous. Definitely not. It’s hockey,” said the 25-year-old rookie from Togliatti, Russia. “Why am I supposed to be nervous? It’s a game.”

“If we lose, it’s not a reason to be grumpy because I know, for example, so many people in Africa who don’t have any food and die from disease,” Bryzgalov said Saturday. “So if you lose a game, it’s nothing compared to other people.

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Last night, I had a dream I was acting, or at least it was the rush before going onstage. The practice, the day of. My horoscope told me to pay attention to dreams.

I managed to write an article for HF last night, so that’s a relief. I have had an ongoing problem with motivation as of late.

I’m supposed to see the girl today, but I haven’t heard from her.

More sometime (see above re: motivation).

At Sport Fair today and there’s this kid who’s playing a flute out of his nose. I look at him odd. He takes the flute out of his nose. He then says “I am a virtuso of abnormal proportions”. True story.

I also made friend with a five-year-old who gave me a sticker. We’re pretty much best friends forever now.

Check out this website: Married to the Sea

umm, I have no appetite to write, but I feel an obligation. It’s odd. Happening with Hockey’s Future too. Just everything, I don’t want to deal with anything.
I’m tired, watching hockey and work is taking its toll. It was good foresight to write this week off. I’ve been fighting some sort of bug ever since Easter and for some reason, copious amounts of alcohol and slivers of sleep doesn’t help. I almost beat it when I went on vacation, but now we’re back to the grind.

Fishing was good, it was nice to get away. The actual fishing was unsucessful, but that’s beside the point. We only caught perch, in a lake that was stocked with trout. Spend time with Mom and Dad. I read a lot. I’m reading John Irving’s “Until I Find You”. It’s a fairly long book and there’s distinctive changes of pace in the writing, where the mood differs. It makes you wonder what Irving was going through during the writing process that changed it all for him. I like the book.

I also saw Hard Candy, which is a very good film. I suggest it. I went to see it because I worked with Ellen Page on Wilby Wonderful, so because of that it’s my touch with greatness. She’s starting to take off. But the film is amazing as well. Great story, although quite the mindfuck. Amazing visuals, most action takes place in a house painted in primary colours. After the movie ended, everyone leaving the theatre was just like…what the fuck?

Everyone seems to have a hard-on about these Colbert videos. If you haven’t heard already, Steven Colbert did his Colbert Report schtick at the White House Correspondants Dinner. Criticism of Bush while Bush was present etc. etc. It can all be found on YouTube.
What I don’t understand is everyone hailing it as some huge important political commentary. At the end of the day, what Colbert says is meek and it’s basically par for the course. The speaker before Steven actually took turns with Bush making fun of the way he talks. It’s funny, some of it, but politically relevant? Hardly. If anything, I take it as a bit of a sell out. Bush looks a bit more human when he’s alright with letting a guy like Colbert close out the dinner. Playing to the young voters?

Umm, other stuff.

Murf is like my neighbour which is pretty cool.

I bought seeds for our garden, and now I realise I am useless when it comes to gardening and planting.

I looked at an apartment and liked it but it is way too much and in the whole fear causing apprehension part of how I deal with things, I will put off looking at other apartments until at least next monday. Please someone bitch at me about this, but after this week is over.

I got in touch with the soccer dude because I am a P.I.M.P.

I went to talk to Peter Oliver when I was in Shelburne. It was top secret and it would have solved this damn drama bug re-awakening in the back of my mind and what to do. Or at least solidified my path with it or something. It’s all regardless because he wasn’t home.
I will do it, but the tick of the clock is a weight.
P.S. I should pick up the trumpet again and not just to move it out of the way to get the vacuum cleaner.

Someone mentioned that I should take some coaching courses in curling. They read my mind, but I don’t know how/if/where/when/why/should I do it. This little paragraph is the wrong place to mention it, but I am in the process of trying to re-discover and re-ignite what really inspires me and makes me feel happy.

Scary thought struck me today. What happens if I don’t get creds for the Memorial Cup?

The saddest thing I own

Wilco’s coming to Halifax in July apparently. I want to go.

Check out this post at Starcatcher. I commented about it from my side of the fence, but I dunna. I wish I could convey my true thoughts on the whole manner. College was both very important in putting me where I am today as well as a failure of an education in terms of what the course provided for me. I still cannot look back at the NSCC with respect.

Also, I need help (Mel?). I have cash and I want to buy clothes, because frankly I want to dress a bit better for work. More immediately, I want a new shirt and tie for my suit for the sport awards on the 13th. I’ll probably just get something at Moore’s next week, but if anyone wants to help me clothes shop sometime before I go to Moncton, I’d appreciate it. I already mentioned it to Mel, but she’s disappeared.

I need to go to bed, because it is way too late for however early I need to get up tomorrow. I am going to Wolfville tomorrow and the next day and the next. Joyful.