fit for raves in space

Dec 19, 2004 07:54

The three-month long Christmas season is approaching its climax, and everyone is starting to go home. I'm going to be staying in the city for a few more days, trying to do two major papers about traffic intersections (don't ask). That's alright - I suppose it's a distraction from the Christmas bullshit. Though admittedly, its easy to get caught up in the holiday hoopla and end-of-calendar-year nostaliga, which makes essay writing all the more difficult to do. Taking a break from school - even for just a few days before the new semester begins - would be really nice. But I'm not sure if that's going to happen.

If everything goes according to plan, I will be spending New Years at the site of the world's Second Greatest Disappointment.
___
Good finds in the neighbourhood lately:

1) I found a huge pile of buttons on the ground a few doors down. It looks like a 35 year old liberal feminist's backpack exploded, so lots of good I'm pro-choice and I vote and Take Back the Night 1992 type buttons.

2) Lori and I found a cool poster stapled to a pole. I employed my advanced Googling skills to figure out that its a print of a Soviet postage stamp from 1965 commemorating the first space walk. It looks like the on the left, only black-on-green and with the words Poster Child under the pic of the cosmonaut. I'm assuming Poster Child is like, a local band or something:



So I robbed the neighbourhood of its beauty and put it up in my increasingly space-themed bedroom.
___
Brian came to visit, which was great. We went to the Silver Dollar to see the Silver Hearts for AJ's three-weeks-later birthday celebration. I don't know if it was the lighting, but everyone in that place seemed like the most ridiculous character. There was a very elderly woman, let's call her Gerty, down at one end of the bar boppin' and singing along all night. At the opposite end was the uber-coug, who I can't even begin to describe: maybe picture a slightly older and more lonely Stiffler's Mom wearing an extravagent hat. She stood in the exact same spot all ngiht. The music was great, but I would have been fully entertained just watching the people.
___
The Siver Dollar is right next to the Mission. With regard to being confronted with the homeless, let it be resolved that one's absolute minimum responsibility is to treat their fellow human beings as human beings. A certain amount of consideration and respect is always to be afforded to the poor and homeless, perhaps more than anyone else. This goes for yammering U of T undergraduates and for people at Annex Residents Association meetings who say things like "We don't need people of need rammed down our throats" or "People bought in this area and paid a premium in order to have security". Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Previous post Next post
Up