In another life I want to come back as an English soccer commentator.

They have a way of turning the sporting language into something else, and in just
brief snippets they can make you a part of the action and make you care as much
as they do.

All soccer commentators must be English from now on.
Americans should never be allowed near a microphone when it comes to the game.

and for the record, yes, Bob Costas must be eliminated . . . I don't care when and I
don't care how. It must be done.


blargh

ajc

It was a day full of soccer. My dad got free tickets to the Toronto Lynx game at Centennial Stadium.
(the Lynx are a team in the A-League - one step down from the MLS. Don't know what MLS is?
It's the highest level professional soccer in Canada - the Lynx are one step below it)
on a side note, the're also owned by the Hartell's, and their son attended high school with me.

Anyway, my dad and I are kinda making a thing about going to Lynx games. We went to their home opener
on Sunday against the Montreal Impact. In a Brush-With-D-List-Canadian-Celebrity Moment, we stood in line
for tickets behind Holger Osieck.

What is more scary?
a) I know who Holger Osieck is
b) I can recognize him by sight (I pointed him out to my father)
c) I can spell his name correctly
d) They made him pay for his ticket


Just for the record, Holger Osieck is the head coach of the Canadian National Men's Soccer team. Yay!
The game itself was o.k. - the Lynx sucked ass and so did the soccer pitch. The ball kept bouncing despite
the players best efforts.

Anyway, my dad got free tickets for today's game . . it had a noon kickoff - which was good.
it had a noon kickoff because it was School Day (hundreds of kids) - which is bad
The sun was out - which was good
The Lynx sucked again - which was bad

Yet, I was able to get out of the house for a couple of hours in the sunshine. The job search continues.

My dad and I arrived home in time to catch the opening kickoff for the Champions League Semi-Final: Juventus
versus Real Madrid. Dad was in absolute heaven.



The Daily Show made me laugh. Stupid Texas lawmakers. Another shining example of why I will never,
ever go into politics


blargh

ajc

I went out for dinner with my family last night in honour of my sister's birthday.

On the menu:
"It may be a wait. Our food is prepared order"

Prepared order? Is it fascist food that will yell at me if I put my elbows on the table?
Will it attempt to take over the rest of the table under the pretense that it wants to remedy
the table's innefficencies? Will it try to cut my 'dammned-hippy" long hair?

hee hee 'prepared order' hee hee



I am listening to "There There" by Radiohead.

It is such a good song

Listen to the Be Good Tanyas version of "Light Enough To Travel"
It's a wonderful song
(though originally written by Geoff Berner)

Go get it now . . . .
Would I lie to any of you? Really?

blargh

ajc

Sunday night . . .update time . . .wheeeee!

So it's time to start adjusting to Everything Else and I've been thinking about the friends that I've made at
university and how weird it'll be to see them again, even though there are many that I really don't want to.

I'm already starting off on a confusing note.

These past two weeks I've been able to meet up, talk to, and generally interact with a whole lotta friends.
Some situations were weird and maybe slightly uncomfortable and some were just downright cool.
It's odd to think that for the past five years I've met, interacted and lived with so many different people, but
when it comes down to it, there's many that I don't want to see, or they don't want to see me. In some instances,
there are people that I thought were really good friends of mine but in hindsight I really won't see much of them
as we continue on out lives. Even one or two people that I've shared an apartment with. But that is a two-way street.

I had one friend tell me that whenever she comes across me I have changed my hairstyle, which is something I
never thought of (even though I've only had three distinct hair styles - at least from my own choices). To be fair, I've
seen her very rarely due to her globe-hopping and my fourth year involvement with AMS, but still . . . .

Now, I'm just talking about people that I've met at university, not those that I've known basically forever
and wouldn't get out of my life even if they paid me. Life just happens. I guess I'm just kind of angry that it
does, especially when my apathy, or the indifference of others causes me to lose touch with some cool people.
But we've all done that.


It's been good seeing friends, but it's been weird seeing them outside of the set environment that I had a control
and a handle on.

I promise I'll stop posting about this . . just give me 'till the end of May to get a grip on this whole situation.


I wrote two new songs today . . . do I have words? Hell no. Can I ever think of them? God no.
I need people to play with, this is stupid. Plus, how am I ever going to get back on stage as
a one-man band. I love playing Billy Bragg tunes but I can't be a one man act as I need someone to do the
singing. It's too hard to do both things at once, plus I wouldn't be able to hop around like a freak . . . .
when I'm on stage I need the Rock Star Moves. It's like oxygen. But with a jump at the end of the chorus.


Last thought of the day . . .being poor sucks.

blargh

ajc