Back in Hogtown
Trip Start
Jul 01, 2004
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Trip End
Ongoing
Damn. I had to sit in the aisle on the bus from Columbia to St. Louis (there were 6 of us) and as I quickly got off the bus at the airport I picked up the wrong plastic bag. My wonderful collection of organic chocolate covered ginger, Spelt garlic stix, strange chocolate bars we can't get in Canada, etc etc (about $30 worth of expensive groceries and activated charcoal) was replaced by a bag with two bottles of water, an apple and some really cheap chocolate chip cookies. So fucking sad. The only thing that kept me from breaking into a hysterical crying fit was the idea that the girl who got my plastic bag would be swayed to healthy vegan lifestyle from trying all my treats.
So it's back to Canada's version of the city that never sleeps. I do have to say that compared to Portland Toronto doesn't sleep. At least you can leave a show at 2 am and not wonder how to get home. Of course, now that tranist has gone up again, to a whopping TWO DOLLARS AND SEVENTY FIVE CENTS ONE WAY I'm sure there are more people wondering the same thing even with the streetcars running. I have to say transit infuriates me in both places.
I'm living in Ben's house, which is pretty funny. Bascially 6 people to one bathroom. I'm paying way higher rent than another person in the house, due to my room having problem roomies. Ben says he will lower my rent if I stay, but that's not going to happen. Ben works a full time job, first time since I met him, so I only see him in the evenings (sometimes) and weekends. He comes and makes me laugh for a while and goes back to his scripts. I give him my feedback and go back to my cookbook. He's good to live with - I don't have any one to make me feel good when I'm all depressed in Portland.
At this point, Inside Out seems like a breeze so far. I'm on the ball and know what's going on and am just waiting for the new programmer and programming assistant to get up to speed. I hope it stays this way, I might even consider coming back again next year.
I miscalculated/understood this "Let's get back together with Jonathan" thing.
My first punk show in Toronto and I actually had people to TALK to! What a freakin surprise! First time since like 1996 that I go to a show and actually really truly have a good time in this city.
Currently I am making this soup that was all dried bark and dates and licorise from an Asian market. It smells peculiar... if not down right bad... but I think it will taste ok. I got really excited to see all these strange and familiar stuff altogether ready to pop into a pot of boiling water for 2 (!) hours. There's even a stick of sugar cane in it.
I've spent quite a bit of money eating out. A very expensive dinner with Carla and Helen at Live (raw food), often being too tired to make myself lunch, a huge gathering of people for Jonathan's 35th b-day at 668, a really nice Indian pancake (NOT dosa!) with Patrick in Chinatown, etc.
Ben got a call from the Canadian Filmmaker's Center. This is very good news. He's going for an interview on Sunday. Bought a suit and got a haircut. I hope he gets in. If not he's going to go into real estate to support his filmmaking. He offered to give me a job as his assistant. Helping with real estate and getting his films made. It would be a good life because it would be with Ben, but it's not something that totally excites me. NOt when I compare it to some sort of punk rock archive. Real estate or punk rock... hm... Anyway, my involvement wouldn't happen for like 2 years. With my luck I will still need a direction in life at that point...
There is no Just Like Honey or Ricemellow in this damn town! What the fuck!?
I got a really awful 3 week cold and my period as well. At one point I couldn't breath which was really weird because that's never happened to me before. I now sort of know how asthmatics and emphazema sufferers feel. Speaking of Asthmatics - according to the Motorcycle Diaries - Che Guevara really had some horrible asthama eh?
Josh and Renate are tying a knot! I'm not sure WHAT kind of knot yet, but it will happen 2007 summer I believe. They asked me to cater for their 100 people but I just can't do it. I've so lost enthusiasm for cooking. it all went into desserts. I haven't made dinner from a recipe since I was in Rochester. It's kind of sad but there's nothing I can do about it right now.
Armen has a really great girlfriend - she works in my building even! I'm so happy for them.
I need to go off sugar again.
It's mostly sunny here and mostly mild. Why does Portland have weather that makes you want to kill yourself? It's interesting tho, I was talking to Lena who group up in Vancouver and she prefers that kind of weather. Says the sun is too bright and she has to fight to see. Says when it warms up and gets rainy she feels like she's growing. I never thought anyone could like that weather. I wonder if I had grown up on the west coast if I'd think the same?
I"m having difficulty finding chocolate without milk products here too. What the hell is going on!? grrrrr
I am now officially a subscriber to Scrap Paper - Elizabeth (David's girlfriend)'s weekly witty and interesting writing she does from Missoula Montana. I think she got the idea from The Nose Knows - the weekly output of the Leah Quinelle Allstars. It's really an neat idea how to keep up and keep connected with people you've left.
"There's nothing quite as sad and pathetic as owning a bunch of sassy underwear and having no one to show it to"
So it's back to Canada's version of the city that never sleeps. I do have to say that compared to Portland Toronto doesn't sleep. At least you can leave a show at 2 am and not wonder how to get home. Of course, now that tranist has gone up again, to a whopping TWO DOLLARS AND SEVENTY FIVE CENTS ONE WAY I'm sure there are more people wondering the same thing even with the streetcars running. I have to say transit infuriates me in both places.
I'm living in Ben's house, which is pretty funny. Bascially 6 people to one bathroom. I'm paying way higher rent than another person in the house, due to my room having problem roomies. Ben says he will lower my rent if I stay, but that's not going to happen. Ben works a full time job, first time since I met him, so I only see him in the evenings (sometimes) and weekends. He comes and makes me laugh for a while and goes back to his scripts. I give him my feedback and go back to my cookbook. He's good to live with - I don't have any one to make me feel good when I'm all depressed in Portland.
At this point, Inside Out seems like a breeze so far. I'm on the ball and know what's going on and am just waiting for the new programmer and programming assistant to get up to speed. I hope it stays this way, I might even consider coming back again next year.
I miscalculated/understood this "Let's get back together with Jonathan" thing.
My first punk show in Toronto and I actually had people to TALK to! What a freakin surprise! First time since like 1996 that I go to a show and actually really truly have a good time in this city.
Currently I am making this soup that was all dried bark and dates and licorise from an Asian market. It smells peculiar... if not down right bad... but I think it will taste ok. I got really excited to see all these strange and familiar stuff altogether ready to pop into a pot of boiling water for 2 (!) hours. There's even a stick of sugar cane in it.
I've spent quite a bit of money eating out. A very expensive dinner with Carla and Helen at Live (raw food), often being too tired to make myself lunch, a huge gathering of people for Jonathan's 35th b-day at 668, a really nice Indian pancake (NOT dosa!) with Patrick in Chinatown, etc.
Ben got a call from the Canadian Filmmaker's Center. This is very good news. He's going for an interview on Sunday. Bought a suit and got a haircut. I hope he gets in. If not he's going to go into real estate to support his filmmaking. He offered to give me a job as his assistant. Helping with real estate and getting his films made. It would be a good life because it would be with Ben, but it's not something that totally excites me. NOt when I compare it to some sort of punk rock archive. Real estate or punk rock... hm... Anyway, my involvement wouldn't happen for like 2 years. With my luck I will still need a direction in life at that point...
There is no Just Like Honey or Ricemellow in this damn town! What the fuck!?
I got a really awful 3 week cold and my period as well. At one point I couldn't breath which was really weird because that's never happened to me before. I now sort of know how asthmatics and emphazema sufferers feel. Speaking of Asthmatics - according to the Motorcycle Diaries - Che Guevara really had some horrible asthama eh?
Josh and Renate are tying a knot! I'm not sure WHAT kind of knot yet, but it will happen 2007 summer I believe. They asked me to cater for their 100 people but I just can't do it. I've so lost enthusiasm for cooking. it all went into desserts. I haven't made dinner from a recipe since I was in Rochester. It's kind of sad but there's nothing I can do about it right now.
Armen has a really great girlfriend - she works in my building even! I'm so happy for them.
I need to go off sugar again.
It's mostly sunny here and mostly mild. Why does Portland have weather that makes you want to kill yourself? It's interesting tho, I was talking to Lena who group up in Vancouver and she prefers that kind of weather. Says the sun is too bright and she has to fight to see. Says when it warms up and gets rainy she feels like she's growing. I never thought anyone could like that weather. I wonder if I had grown up on the west coast if I'd think the same?
I"m having difficulty finding chocolate without milk products here too. What the hell is going on!? grrrrr
I am now officially a subscriber to Scrap Paper - Elizabeth (David's girlfriend)'s weekly witty and interesting writing she does from Missoula Montana. I think she got the idea from The Nose Knows - the weekly output of the Leah Quinelle Allstars. It's really an neat idea how to keep up and keep connected with people you've left.
"There's nothing quite as sad and pathetic as owning a bunch of sassy underwear and having no one to show it to"

