watch out, i got a bossy streak

there's plenty to be said in favor of compromise, but when you know what you want, how can anything else suffice? i feel like walking into that second interview placing my communication stature at a humble level, but also express how much i really want that job and i should really get it.

'i know i'm the best candidate for the job because i can already see exactly what i want to get out of the opportunity.' the ridiculously easy commute and implied healthy salary are just fortunate benefits.

inspiration gone missing

red alert -- i think the worst has materialized. i've certainly realized it by now.

as those who have lived my recent life along side me, i've maintained a rather extended detachment from traditional milestones and connections. i've been on the run for a while now. i find it exciting and keeps my attention. grad school now means a settled residency, a taboo to my houdini escapades -- but somehow i was directed to an incredibly ideal living situation in what i think of as the best neighborhood on the continent.

thanks for the pointer, universe, loves it.

but holding true to myself, even with this final cashing in of overdue address karma, i'm still skeptical. i guess i've spent the last two weeks floating, but the buzz has diminished. it could have been aided by minor professional, social and familial glitches today. i fell a little bummed, off balance, and generally dissatisfied.

it reminded me of my most recent writing mantra only fools are satisfied. i spent two great weeks as a fool. what a nice rest. but that's really no indicator that i woke up one day cured of cynicism, feeling entirely carefree and was destined to remain that way forever and ever, amen. no, i took my lack of internal peace for a walking meditation around stanley park this afternoon and came to the captain obvious observation of the day: i need some sort of conflict to keep me engaged. when i had those two weeks of bliss, i spent all my free time in the gym, reading, treating myself to elaborate bathing rituals, and watching tv shows on dvd with my roommate.

that's nice, but that's not enough. thanks to that factor, i express my inspiration. it's when my inspiration goes missing that i become concerned.

i'm concerned, but keeping my eyes open. i'm waiting on you, muse. waiting.

devendra banhart

john mayer is soo 2002. sorry mayer the player, but it's over.

i've found my new all-consuming love affair:

devendra banhart!

feel free to grove to d's lover while you dress him!

neighborhood welcome committee

guy i eyed

i saw a good looking guy sitting outside of the grocery store today; i guess i was so taken with his looks i didn't realize that he was homeless and asking for money. he had to be newly homeless, though, because he didn't look all skinny. i thought about the prospect of bringing him home and bathing him, right, but then again i just read a book this summer about crime scene cleaners. one of the parables talked about how a gay man in san francisco brought home a homeless guy, who ended up murdering him and leaving him to rot in the bathtub for a month before the cops were called due to stench. the homeless guy being the murderer, the taking-in-hot-homeless-guys guy being the murderee.

yea... maybe not such a good idea.

then again, isn't it this kind of vague gossip that fuels ignorance and prejudice against disadvantaged populations?

hm.

if this doesn't make your day, you have no soul

check out the bbc's coverage of a boys' cheerleading squad.

vancouver zombie walk 2009

j.bo and i were on the 5 going up robson when our electric bus was rocked by brain-hungry zombies -->

i caught the roller blading bummble bee's stinger!; see left.

forget soap, leg on a rope is all the rage.

classic diversion

life spicing

i hate it when people ask me why i chose librarianship, because i am not able to discern the inquisitor's sentiments. i don't know if they're asking in order to flatter or degrade the profession. it seems that half the people i talk to think it's cool or interesting, and the other half think being a librarian is stupid, boring, etc. i feel like i'm taking some kind of bait when that question comes up; 'so, why libriaries?'

*shiver*

you'd think not that many people would be opinionated regarding libraries, but maybe my personality and networks are ripe with those who would have an opinion.

or it's just me trying to distance myself from something i both respect, but do also find ever so boring. i've been trying to escape boredom for years, and now i'm settling down (residentially) with a library degree? jeez, no wonder i'm not exactly meeting the most exciting new people -- who's dying to meet a librarian?

i mean no offense to my professional peers and colleagues, but clearly i'm not feeling ready to be a grown up because i'm embarrassed at possibly bearing a boring life in the name of life security and stability. when i usually become this bored, it's when i up and go somewhere new where everything is a new challenge i can immerse myself in everything. i'm finding the only challenge of stability is simply having patience for it's inane tedium.

that's why i'm moving across town, to spice life up a little.

ultimate frisbee

here's something i don't understand about vancouver & west coast life in general: ultimate frisbee. watching an evening adult league, i'm sure there are probably a few asians in there, but it mostly looks like a bunch of white people and reminds me of the 'stuff white people like' blog. i'm not even stoned and this is the dumbest game to watch, ever.

erectos?

your wtf of the day regards male swimwear. NSFW/NSFL

it's... malignant

*this is not some sort of hint that i have cancer, because i don't; this was the only example of peewee's secret word of the day i could find on youtube.

hood

i only put my hood up in the park at night to prevent the mosquitos from biting my back of my damn red (sunburned) neck. i'm the only person that could get a red neck at a gay pride parade.

vancouver pride 2009

lightning round: spot the strap-on!