Brain Games

I'm super busy.

New Series-At The Movies

I save everything: scraps of paper, old pictures, vhs tapes--I mean everything. This series is specifically about collecting movie stubs. It will be updated daily and it should be just like going to the movies. Check back tomorrow for more.

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Download this demo by Weed Diamond from the Chocolate Bobka. It's crazy good.

http://www.mediafire.com/?xgojknmoym5

In-Studio Recording-Women

Absolutely one of my favorite bands from '09. Here is a live session and free download courtesy of CBC Radio 3. Enjoy.

http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/concerts/Women-2009-04-06

Bunny Ears

You've got quite set on you. Everyone knows this, everyone wants specifically this from you. I don't. I'd rather talk about the weather or how to get rid of stains or spots.

And no I've never imagined spending a life with you. I couldn't imagine disappearing with you either. That's a dull life anyway. I want to dress up and dance. I would rather this than anything else.

Pick five of your favorite records, I'll pick my own. I have a few in mind. I won't tell you them now.

And when we decide which gets played first, your's or mine, I want to forget everyone else and lose my shit with you.

Golden Slumbers

There is something lifeless about his eyes. I know they aren't open, but when they were they gave the impression that he was never actually present. How could he be? He just sits all day, in that same spot, watching the same television; wasting away. He does this everyday for hours on end.

I like to think that while he is physically wasting away in that leather coffin of his, he's really doing complicated mathematics, or mentally figuring out his taxes. I hope he's doing my taxes because I have no idea how to.

From Underneath an Umbrella, Underneath the Rain.

It was dementia that made me make the trip. My grandmother had a stroke or two and she was in the hospital for good. My aunt is slightly slow--she needed a ride so I picked her up in my van. We had to (illegally) park far--she used a walker to keep her balance. It was also raining sort of hard and I didn't have an umbrella. My aunt couldn't afford to catch a cold so we dodged rain drops by hiding underneath the marquees of the hospital. We were both wet, but I remember I could not stop laughing. It was hilarious. The rain was relentless and we thought we'd keep dry by taking breaks in-between steps to the door.

Our visit to the hospital was short. I always made sure they were. We said hello and goodbye; we were cordial and loving. It was painful to see someone dying. Especially someone that you love.

After a handful of visits we knew what to expect. My mother knew it, I knew it and so did my aunt. So we limited our visits to a good half-hour. We rarely if ever stood a minute later. There was really no need to. She was losing her mind; forgetting who were all the time.

Times up.

After we gave back our visitor badges at the front desk, we were back outside hiding from the rain. It picked up and we were even more soaked than before. By the time we made it back into the van, we realized we were hungry. The nearest diner was two blocks up on Broadway. I didn't want to waste the gas trying to find parking on a Sunday if it were so close, so we decided to take our chances again with the rain.

This time I bought her a cheap umbrella from a deli. It was far too small to cover us both, so I carried it over her and giggled in the rain.

We didn't say much about the hospital visit at lunch: we brought our laughter from the streets and under the marquees into this tiny diner that sold Heinekens with every meal including breakfast. When I excused myself to use the restroom I found enough stuff to fill up two sides of a guest check.

Short Story Sessions

It would have been okay if we had just finished that bottle of wine and said goodbye, but I insisted we dance to the Clash. I wanted it to look like that scene where Mark Ruffalo and Kirsten Dunst dance in their underwear, but I barely made it past her bedroom.

Passion Boys

I'm going to tell you a secret. It's about a boy and another boy. It's also about two girls, and a pair cats, and it's also about you.

I'd tell you in front of everyone else, but then it would be everyone's secret and I want this to be ours.

First the two boys met last week and they have secrets too, but I don't know much about those because those are their's.

That business about the girls well that's not much of a secret at all because everyone know's that they had sex in your room while you were away. The cats were witness to it too and so were a few other people. I just thought I'd be a friend and let you know.