"We were raised by this generation who told us to follow our dreams...but then didn't understand when we grew up and took them seriously."
"well...what do you think we'll tell our kids?"
"We'll only have one kid."
-Jamie and Russ
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
"Our Enormously Productive Economy...
Demands that we make consumption our way of life, that we convert the buying and use of goods into rituals, that we seek our spiritual satisfaction, our ego satisfaction, in consumption...we need things consumed, burned up, replaced, and discarded at an ever-accelerating rate."
-Victor Lebow 1955
Love Forever,
Jamie
-Victor Lebow 1955
Love Forever,
Jamie
Monday, October 12, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
A memory or two...
Even before i knew you I heard the stories. Let me tell you man, you lived up to your reputation.That little gleam of crazy peaking out from behind your eyes...and your grin. You were one of the few who really knew how to live without holding back. I looked forward to seeing you each time i came home. You always greeted me with a hug, a funny story, and a great time.
.......A high school party in the country where we first met...might have been your grad. A ginger kid with spiked hair, speaking that creepy language with my cousin.
......You boys playing music on Whyte Ave. I'd sip some gin, do a jig, and carry on with the night.
......Countless evenings dancing around the campfire. Drums, guitars, and that animalistic scream that only you could do so well....oh, remember that one Canada day? what a pow-wow, wouldnt have been the same without you.
......Many a toga parties inevitably ending with you in the nude...or running in that skulloton suit, Megan in pursuit behind you.
A tribe has lost a brother. Rest in peace Dustin, we'll miss you.
Love Forever,
Jamie
.......A high school party in the country where we first met...might have been your grad. A ginger kid with spiked hair, speaking that creepy language with my cousin.
......You boys playing music on Whyte Ave. I'd sip some gin, do a jig, and carry on with the night.
......Countless evenings dancing around the campfire. Drums, guitars, and that animalistic scream that only you could do so well....oh, remember that one Canada day? what a pow-wow, wouldnt have been the same without you.
......Many a toga parties inevitably ending with you in the nude...or running in that skulloton suit, Megan in pursuit behind you.
A tribe has lost a brother. Rest in peace Dustin, we'll miss you.Love Forever,
Jamie
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Summer is Over.
Or so say the class schedules. While eating a mini muffin (with bacon) in Pitman hall I stared at CP24 and reflected on the past few months. A summer in Toronto. Time flew as it does in the city. Trips to the beach, rooftop bbq's, and midnight dance parties have blended together.
Labour day weekend left one last chance for frivolous fun before the bite returned to the air. What better way to end the summer than a secret show...one which the kids spread through word of mouth, willingly fork over the cash, and then wait in trusting anticipation for directions. A text message as my invite, i tagged along with my friends in the know.
The ticket; a program with titles in greek and bios filled with half truths and interesting tales. On the last page directions to the concert brought us East to point most of us have only seen on the 6oclock news. I followed the hipsters through Kennedy station to a waiting bus. We stuck out like a sore thumb (or perhaps a well manicured one). 'downtowners' the man beside me called us.
"...Pass between two large rocks and then follow the path into the park. When you see eight large columns and three heads of Zeus, you will know you have arrived in the correct spot." and so we did. A night of ancient ruins, tree climbing, and a sit by the lake. Final Fantasy as the headliner, a slice of pizza and a long subway ride home. Oh Toronto, your cooler than I give you credit.
(all pictures shamelessly stolen from Kass' facebook)
Love Forever,
Jamie
Labour day weekend left one last chance for frivolous fun before the bite returned to the air. What better way to end the summer than a secret show...one which the kids spread through word of mouth, willingly fork over the cash, and then wait in trusting anticipation for directions. A text message as my invite, i tagged along with my friends in the know.
The ticket; a program with titles in greek and bios filled with half truths and interesting tales. On the last page directions to the concert brought us East to point most of us have only seen on the 6oclock news. I followed the hipsters through Kennedy station to a waiting bus. We stuck out like a sore thumb (or perhaps a well manicured one). 'downtowners' the man beside me called us.
"...Pass between two large rocks and then follow the path into the park. When you see eight large columns and three heads of Zeus, you will know you have arrived in the correct spot." and so we did. A night of ancient ruins, tree climbing, and a sit by the lake. Final Fantasy as the headliner, a slice of pizza and a long subway ride home. Oh Toronto, your cooler than I give you credit.
(all pictures shamelessly stolen from Kass' facebook)
Love Forever,
Jamie
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Chivalry is Not Dead
that's what i thought when he asked if i needed help carrying my package down the subway stairs. I declined, telling him it was not that heavy. He smiled and turned. I watched him walk down the stairs in front of me. I watched as he ignored the woman struggling with her baby carriage....
love forever,
Jamie
love forever,
Jamie
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Although I hate them I have also come to love them.
I'm not going to give them names or anything but watching these foul feathered friends grow has tapped into my maternal instincts. Now that doesnt mean I want any more where they came from so 'Reens and I have been doing our best to make our balcony inhospitable. This included removing the boxes under which they found shelter, loud noises at all hours of the day, and the occasional flying beer can. Then there was the egg; apparently just a few days before the first chicks are ready to leave home the mother will lay another. It was me who put on the rubber gloves and tossed it over the rail...birdie abortion if you will. That I do not feel guilty about. I consider it a favour to a mother bird who lacks a suitable home in which to raise another child. It's what happened after that keeps me up at night...
Yesturday, we decided, was the day. We were out there, stacking the empties, preparing for our anual trip with a shopping cart of cans. The newly hatched had been flapping up to the rail and back down to the floor for a while...the little one still had a few baby feathers sticking out of its head. I questioned the runts ablility to make it to the windowsill where momma and poppa looked on. I wish i could say it was a joyous occasion; watching them jump from the balcony and take flight for the first time. It almost was.
They stood poised, head under the rail, prepared for what was next. A can flew through the air in their general direction. The birdie leapt and flapped with all its might, using every ounce of strength it perched on the window sill between its parents. Success.
The second eviction notice was served. The child took off, flapping frantically, just 2 inches below the sill, he turns back to the balcony and misses, turns again to the next sill, again and again...I watched in terror, willing the birdie to find a foothold. Each turn brings him one story closer the the ground. He had 16 chances to land...I lost sight of him around the 8th floor. I'v been telling myself he found a new balcony, that his mother brings him food before returning to my sill each morning. I'm not so sure this is true. I can't even look the others in the eye.
Love forever,
Jamie
Yesturday, we decided, was the day. We were out there, stacking the empties, preparing for our anual trip with a shopping cart of cans. The newly hatched had been flapping up to the rail and back down to the floor for a while...the little one still had a few baby feathers sticking out of its head. I questioned the runts ablility to make it to the windowsill where momma and poppa looked on. I wish i could say it was a joyous occasion; watching them jump from the balcony and take flight for the first time. It almost was.
They stood poised, head under the rail, prepared for what was next. A can flew through the air in their general direction. The birdie leapt and flapped with all its might, using every ounce of strength it perched on the window sill between its parents. Success.
The second eviction notice was served. The child took off, flapping frantically, just 2 inches below the sill, he turns back to the balcony and misses, turns again to the next sill, again and again...I watched in terror, willing the birdie to find a foothold. Each turn brings him one story closer the the ground. He had 16 chances to land...I lost sight of him around the 8th floor. I'v been telling myself he found a new balcony, that his mother brings him food before returning to my sill each morning. I'm not so sure this is true. I can't even look the others in the eye.
Love forever,
Jamie
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