It’s been a while… oh my oh my much too long. I might actually feel bad for the lack of updates if anyone actually read this.

So where have I been you ask? I did a min tour of all the Ontario “Ports” (Port Elgin, Port Dover and Port Stanley). Highlights of the trip: pouring beer on Benny’s bumhole, defurring Rob, and the fact my Mom took pity on my financial state and took me shopping. Three big Hip Hip Horrays for Mona, the most dope Mummy ever.

After my 5 day weekend, I drove up to Montreal with Laura. Viva Montreal! We attended a 5 day academic conference for IASPM – the International Association for the Study of Popular Music. Though neither one of presented, we attended some great sessions, got a lot of idea for own independent research, and partaked in inebriants. The city itself is amazing… stylish and bohemian in the same breath. Highlights of the trip: picking up a hot hitchhiker (with a sexy accent, no less), watching well known and respected academics/scholars pass the joint, and a hearty “OYE! FUCK YOU!” outta Laura at 3 am. She is the best female curser I know.

OK the pics I promised… I SWEAR they are coming (minus the infamous bikini pic, you bloody perverts). Until then, I can email you copies of:

~ Drunk guy that broke into our house gets abused

~ Bikini run down Wonderland Rd (in February!)

~ The party to end all party's: Good Bye 49 St. George

~ Running away from rednecks AKA Airhorns: Hilarity ensues

~ Beasts of Burden: such a pretty, such a pretty, very pretty girl(s)

What does the next couple weeks have in store? Blackie is coming down tonight for some good old fasioned pub fun... George Clinton concert with Vidotto... camping with Wessman... and, as always, work. I promise my next entry will be a little more inspiring. Until then, I bid you adieu!

You know you're not completely finished obtaining a formal education when you start incorporating post-modernity into the window dressings at work.

So I'm reading this book, Headhunter, by Timothy Findley (luff him!) and if you know anything about Findley at all, you know he blends fact and fiction. Well I was thinking about Headhunter today at work (I know - I am a big dork because 1. I actually think about the nonfiction they are reading when they aren't, in fact, reading it; and 2. I use the word "dork") and I started thinking about the self-reflexivity of the novel, ie the novel's themes are based on the themes of another novel (Heart of Darkness) and how very PoMo that is. However, here is the twist: Heart of Darkness if obviously not a text written during the PoMo period. Which obviously could make for a very interesting discussion.

 So the fact I was thinking about this isn't what alarms me; after all, I do enjoy my pop culture. But when I actually (subconciously) dressed a window in a PoMo theme, I knew I was in trouble. The CD we're promoting in the window has three small boxes in the lower left hand corner. So I put three posters in the lower left hand corner of the window... then I started thinking about Adorno and the standardization of music... where are my MIT kids when I need them? Oh wait, I forgot - I'm the only one who actually enjoys this sort of discussion outside of school...

And I say Woodstock stifles me...

So it's about 1:30 am and I am half drunk. It's the story of my life. You know you've gotta be doing something wrong when the majority of stories begin with "I/we were drinking...". Tomorrow I not only start my diet, but a steady stream of substance hunting (I have decided my bedtime reading does not count as being fulfilling). But when you're moving every 4 to 8 months and living out of boxes/backseats/backpacks, it's difficult to get any sort of routine going. I was listening to the new Songs:Ohia disc tonight and there was this great line that went something like " You'll never hear me talk about one day getting out... why put a new adress on the same old lonliness?". I can't decide if it made me feel better (hey, Woodstock isn't so bad!) or worse (the problem is so far beyond residencey that I'm screwed).

I went to a stag and doe tonight where I couldn't decide if I felt really young or really old (indesiciveness most be the theme of the night). Mostly, I felt what I like to call "ho-hummish". A boy was *supposed* to come with me, but, like the majority of the men in my life, I was stood up. I get stood up so often, it's like, "my thing". Do I have cooties and no one is telling me?

So this is blogging. I must admit, I'm feeling a little vulnerable - almost like publishing an online diary. I guess it is up to the author (namely, me) to disclose or not disclose information... yet those of you who know me also know of my big mouth!

Sooo... I figure the best way to start off my little "blog" is by outlining where and what is going on in my life right now, which is pretty much zilch. I moved back in with my parents after 5 years of school, and it's really not so bad. I gave up a whirlwind life of excitment (OK, more like a short gust or warm breeze) for a stocked fridge and laundry room. It's really not so bad - I finally have peace and quiet to catch up on my readings, not to mention how happy I'm making my waistline and pocketbook!

Maybe it's the lonliness factor kicking in (leaving my friends to live in a small town), but I'm thinking this blog may be fairly therapuetic, although I don't expect anyone to read it. A forum totally dedicated to me should serve my inflated ego well. Now if I only had something interesting to write about...