i love how fighting your way to the back of a rush hour streetcar can feel like victory. like reaching the end of a strenuous, deeply important pilgrimage.
you know, when everyone jams themselves into the first half of the streetcar, completely ignoring the back where they're serving margaritas and telling dirty jokes.
of course, i know why they do it.
they do it because they're so sensually neglected. too untouched. and now that they've outgrown discos and hot tubs, it's the only chance they get to press up against strange flesh, to commune with unknown auras...
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
oh, roar a bore! yea, liz.
what a weekend! all together now, let's heave out a lusty grunt in honour of my fabulous weekend. doesn't that feel nice?
the weekend included friends new, newish and old and lots and lots of talking shit which is _____? that's right kids, kaen's favouritest activity in the wholest widest world. although i do have to say the weekend featured a smidge more turning-down than i'm comfortable with. though i do know that of the two parties in such situations, i'm the one coming out ahead, it still fucking bites. the worst is when it's with a friend. i can't tell you though how many male friends i've lost once they've crossed that bold threshold into telling me they want to fuck me. that's generally the point at which my friendship becomes absolutely expendable, useless in the midst of all that potential fucking.
well hey fellas, here's a clue: if you're my friend, and we've hung out - perhaps even gotten drunk together - and i haven't kissed or fucked you, then i probably won't. i'm a fuck-on-the-first-date kinda gal...
anyway, enough about all that silliness.
saturday wins the highlight of the weekend. standing on mondo's rooftop patio, chain smoking and meeting fellow lung-polluters, i was standing with new friends when one breathed out an exclamation. we all turned our gaze upward and were blessed - spoiled really - to have front row seats to a rare performance of the northern lights. in toronto, one night only!! and oh, it was spectacular.
now i'll be less than romantic and say that having lived in whitehorse (yukon, a.k.a. "way the fuck up there" for our non-Canadian friends), i've seen some truly spectacular northern lights before, and these were not quite so glamorous. relegated to the light green hue, though, they made up for their monochromatic costume with an exuberant, energetic display of frivolity. i slid my arm in my new friend's arm and we gazed, awed, at the sky's show as the other two spoke in hushed tones of aliens and conspiracies. we were mesmerized, super-charged, reentering the party a lifetime later glowing with excitement, dazed by the unexpected gift. how fucking fabulous!
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the weekend included friends new, newish and old and lots and lots of talking shit which is _____? that's right kids, kaen's favouritest activity in the wholest widest world. although i do have to say the weekend featured a smidge more turning-down than i'm comfortable with. though i do know that of the two parties in such situations, i'm the one coming out ahead, it still fucking bites. the worst is when it's with a friend. i can't tell you though how many male friends i've lost once they've crossed that bold threshold into telling me they want to fuck me. that's generally the point at which my friendship becomes absolutely expendable, useless in the midst of all that potential fucking.
well hey fellas, here's a clue: if you're my friend, and we've hung out - perhaps even gotten drunk together - and i haven't kissed or fucked you, then i probably won't. i'm a fuck-on-the-first-date kinda gal...
anyway, enough about all that silliness.
saturday wins the highlight of the weekend. standing on mondo's rooftop patio, chain smoking and meeting fellow lung-polluters, i was standing with new friends when one breathed out an exclamation. we all turned our gaze upward and were blessed - spoiled really - to have front row seats to a rare performance of the northern lights. in toronto, one night only!! and oh, it was spectacular.
now i'll be less than romantic and say that having lived in whitehorse (yukon, a.k.a. "way the fuck up there" for our non-Canadian friends), i've seen some truly spectacular northern lights before, and these were not quite so glamorous. relegated to the light green hue, though, they made up for their monochromatic costume with an exuberant, energetic display of frivolity. i slid my arm in my new friend's arm and we gazed, awed, at the sky's show as the other two spoke in hushed tones of aliens and conspiracies. we were mesmerized, super-charged, reentering the party a lifetime later glowing with excitement, dazed by the unexpected gift. how fucking fabulous!
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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
cat parliament
so i visited our nation's glorious capital city this weekend, and oh what lovely fun it was. under a cloudless sky, i visited a new friend/old soul. and i took in some sites. well... one site. unless you count the market, purveyor of fine stinky cheese and sumptuous wine. well at least, that's what i bought there. but i don't count the market. so i visited one true-blue tourist site, and what a site it was.
ok wait - two if you count the parliament. but to be honest, the parliament was an unavoidable distraction, standing between my hotel and my true destination: cat parliament.
just outside the fence, around back of our fine parliamentary hen house is cat parliament. i'm not even kidding: we asked fellow strollers where it was, and they were like "oh, cat parliament! just keep going that way!" cat parliament is a small ramshackle lean-to made to look like the parliament (though to be honest, i failed to see any meaningful resemblance), and it's populated by a mess of stray cats and one weathered old man.
on this beautiful afternoon, surrounded by tourists and saturday strollers, i watched them watch. i was particularly stricken by the toddlers, wild with glee as they peered curiously. although on the outside, the cat and caretaker looked caged, and the onlookers gawked.
"look mom, a CAT!!!!!" the kids screamed.
and i wondered... is this what our morally-pure zooless culture has bred? children frenzied over stray cats and a bored old man?
bring on the freak show, they are ripe.
ok wait - two if you count the parliament. but to be honest, the parliament was an unavoidable distraction, standing between my hotel and my true destination: cat parliament.
just outside the fence, around back of our fine parliamentary hen house is cat parliament. i'm not even kidding: we asked fellow strollers where it was, and they were like "oh, cat parliament! just keep going that way!" cat parliament is a small ramshackle lean-to made to look like the parliament (though to be honest, i failed to see any meaningful resemblance), and it's populated by a mess of stray cats and one weathered old man.
on this beautiful afternoon, surrounded by tourists and saturday strollers, i watched them watch. i was particularly stricken by the toddlers, wild with glee as they peered curiously. although on the outside, the cat and caretaker looked caged, and the onlookers gawked.
"look mom, a CAT!!!!!" the kids screamed.
and i wondered... is this what our morally-pure zooless culture has bred? children frenzied over stray cats and a bored old man?
bring on the freak show, they are ripe.
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