John Samson for the Order of Canada

the campaign begins here

There's a simple, hopeful larceny that runs rampant around all our outward appearances. The guess and it's silver equivalent are all wrong. There's a right but it's hidden in the thousands we make day in and day out. How are you perceived by each person you meet?
We all hope it favours our good side before you become acquainted with the photographer, or better yet, the cinematographer. It just depends on how long they stay in the picture.

Judge, and then keep or cast off, human anglers finding out whose scales are isosceles and scalene, and how to fit the deliberate obtuse into the equilateral. Playing angles, playing possum, laying in wait to get your fill.

Wrong decisions are made in a coward's hope. To be liked, to be liked. By how many, by jove!
A good sense of self. Many have too much - many more too few.
What are we to do?


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random thoughts on the drive home tonight

- Maroon 5. Why? Honestly why?
- My first Queen's girlfriend is getting married. Damn I'm old.
- Where's New Wave when we need it? Have I missed it?
- I need to write new songs
- When did I completely cut myself from my old friend's on the Queen's fencing team?
Crap, I can't I go back in time and prevent myself from making this stuck up asshole decision.
- Nic Jones. Genius, pure-goddamned genius.
- New Hampshire wasn't all that bad - the people I worked with were amazing. I learned how to never panic in any situation. When you can work with the ease that no one will attack anyone else, your workplace is a breeze.
- How can I best spend my Sunday? Band of Brothers . . . . . . sublime.
- Hip, September 12! Kingston! Damn right! Sunday brunch at Grizzly Grille? Hell yeah!
- I want pizza
- Is it almost September all frickin' ready?
- No school to get ready for . . .wasn't I in Florida right now last year?
- Ariel, the other Eckerd counselor I haven't talked much about at all about
- DNTEL "The Dream of Evan and Chan", when will I write like Ben Gibbard?

Changes

aka Short Term Pain - Long Term Gain

Now I have acquired a new job in a promotions firm. As of a few days from now I will begin making a lot more money that I have been in a while. Then, once the firm moves into it's new office in mid September my income will increase even more so, it all seems perfect. Except for one thing.
My hours are from 11 am to 9 pm.
Hello increased income, goodbye vast amount of social life. So, I have to apologize in advance to the many times that I'll be working when I'll want to be out with friends instead.

So, how is this a good thing? Well, doing this for a year will allow me to save a absolute ton of cash for Humber's radio broadcasting course next year. Also, will the decreased social life, I won't feel the horrible sinking sensation to leave the house and spend money on rent as acutely.

One year of occasional social life in a high-paced, high-paying job can be overcome with the promise that I then get to enter a world of employment that I want to be a part of.

It makes sense to me


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Bastonge

Band of Brothers, the HBO mini-series is genius. Sheer genius. I've been watching periodic episodes with How-Yune and Dan lately. Tonight was the episode of Bastogne.
Go see this series.


now.



blargh

ajc

Some Nights

Just take on a life of their own and are over far too soon.

11 hours of things that just happen.

harmless harmless fun that culminates in a Sunday . . . . lots of time to sleep


You're only young once. That's what you tell your head when it demands sleep.
When is this time going to happen again? What's the worst that can happen?
Keep going, until the place closes, then the night's over.

Random - that's where the fun is.