fete nationale
Friday: working.... 7am-5pm.
i hate working days cause i have to get up at 5am, and i just cant get to bed at 8 or 9, no matter how hard i try. so i never get enough sleep, and im always tired and cranky. plus i cant get anyhting done during the day cause after work all i want to do is go sit in the sun at ideal after being cooped up inside all day.
got a flat on the way home. was already having a shitty day (lack of sleep), so though i picked up a new tube, couldnt be bothered to change it before collapsing into bed.
Saturday: working....
ok. ill admit it, i had never actually changed my own tire. i know its easy once you know how to do it, ive just never learned. it was the back one too and i didnt even know how to get the thing off around the derailer. i have recently been repairing my winter-rusted crapped out brakes, and the learning process of taking it all apart and putting back together was a lot of fun, but i just didnt feel like devoting the time to figuring it out.
so nick came over and started showing me how to change the tires, and we realised just how shitty my actual tires really are. they are the ones that came with the bike when i bought it 10 years ago. ive been thinking of switching to slicks anyway, so she said shed pick some up for me while i was at work. isnt she the best?
Sunday: working... also, Canada Day. woohoo.
nick bought me new slicks and spare tubes and we changed everything out. put fenders on too. yay bike.
had been planning to rest up before evening activities, but then we had to eat, so there was really only time for a short nap before we headed to the staging area.
the activity was a bunch of performances staged in an abandoned childrens hospital, once run by nuns. everybody just called it the nunnery. from the street you wouldnt even notice it was abandoned: it looks like a big house, sandwiched between a residential complex and more large victorian houses. inside, and in the dark, it seemed labyrinthine and larger than its exterior. the most impressive was the 'chapel', a huge lofted space with incongruous fluorescent light fixtures hanging precariously over the performers.
these pics ganked from other people's flickr's.
august32nd also has some pics, so check those out.
Monday: slept in. drank coffee and lazed about. went home and did some laundry.
Then we went to see the Boredoms. didnt know that Matt would be playing, so that was a nice surprise. he is one of my more favorite local musicians, but i dont know his last name and never remember the names of any of his band configurations. i see him around, but we rarely talk, though when we do i enjoy it. anyway, i enjoy his music, but cant describe it, other than the fact that i think it has mysterious healing powers. resonances that untie the knots in my gut or the phlegm in nicks chest. every time i see him play i find myself grinning like an idiot without knowing precisely why.
Boredoms were 3 drum kits and guy on electronic equipment. free-form, but not random. not a jam session or drum circle. evrything knitted together well. the drummers were mesmerising. They will be playing with 77 drum kits on Saturday under the Brooklyn Bridge this weekend. apparantly you have to rsvp their record label. Nick might go down, but i have to work. :P
as the crowd piled out of the theatre, another show started. across the street out of a nondescript white van. people were confused. who were they, what were they doing? a few approached the open side doors and started dancing. pretty soon others started filling the street, blocking traffic. they only played one or two songs, but the cop that drove up as they were starting at least let them finish.
it was a rock-n-roll high school kind of moment, with people saying in awed tones, who are they? and just enough people who knew them (like nick cause she knows everyone) yelling Roszacia!
and finally:
Today is my 3rd anniversary of moving to toronto. i found myself talking to a friend today and remembering a lot of good things about where im at, and what ive done in that time. it may not be where i want to stay, and there may be regrets, but theres a lot of good learning stuff too. so i guess thats good.
i hate working days cause i have to get up at 5am, and i just cant get to bed at 8 or 9, no matter how hard i try. so i never get enough sleep, and im always tired and cranky. plus i cant get anyhting done during the day cause after work all i want to do is go sit in the sun at ideal after being cooped up inside all day.
got a flat on the way home. was already having a shitty day (lack of sleep), so though i picked up a new tube, couldnt be bothered to change it before collapsing into bed.
Saturday: working....
ok. ill admit it, i had never actually changed my own tire. i know its easy once you know how to do it, ive just never learned. it was the back one too and i didnt even know how to get the thing off around the derailer. i have recently been repairing my winter-rusted crapped out brakes, and the learning process of taking it all apart and putting back together was a lot of fun, but i just didnt feel like devoting the time to figuring it out.
so nick came over and started showing me how to change the tires, and we realised just how shitty my actual tires really are. they are the ones that came with the bike when i bought it 10 years ago. ive been thinking of switching to slicks anyway, so she said shed pick some up for me while i was at work. isnt she the best?
Sunday: working... also, Canada Day. woohoo.
nick bought me new slicks and spare tubes and we changed everything out. put fenders on too. yay bike.
had been planning to rest up before evening activities, but then we had to eat, so there was really only time for a short nap before we headed to the staging area.
the activity was a bunch of performances staged in an abandoned childrens hospital, once run by nuns. everybody just called it the nunnery. from the street you wouldnt even notice it was abandoned: it looks like a big house, sandwiched between a residential complex and more large victorian houses. inside, and in the dark, it seemed labyrinthine and larger than its exterior. the most impressive was the 'chapel', a huge lofted space with incongruous fluorescent light fixtures hanging precariously over the performers.
these pics ganked from other people's flickr's.
august32nd also has some pics, so check those out.
Monday: slept in. drank coffee and lazed about. went home and did some laundry.
Then we went to see the Boredoms. didnt know that Matt would be playing, so that was a nice surprise. he is one of my more favorite local musicians, but i dont know his last name and never remember the names of any of his band configurations. i see him around, but we rarely talk, though when we do i enjoy it. anyway, i enjoy his music, but cant describe it, other than the fact that i think it has mysterious healing powers. resonances that untie the knots in my gut or the phlegm in nicks chest. every time i see him play i find myself grinning like an idiot without knowing precisely why.
Boredoms were 3 drum kits and guy on electronic equipment. free-form, but not random. not a jam session or drum circle. evrything knitted together well. the drummers were mesmerising. They will be playing with 77 drum kits on Saturday under the Brooklyn Bridge this weekend. apparantly you have to rsvp their record label. Nick might go down, but i have to work. :P
as the crowd piled out of the theatre, another show started. across the street out of a nondescript white van. people were confused. who were they, what were they doing? a few approached the open side doors and started dancing. pretty soon others started filling the street, blocking traffic. they only played one or two songs, but the cop that drove up as they were starting at least let them finish.
it was a rock-n-roll high school kind of moment, with people saying in awed tones, who are they? and just enough people who knew them (like nick cause she knows everyone) yelling Roszacia!
and finally:
Today is my 3rd anniversary of moving to toronto. i found myself talking to a friend today and remembering a lot of good things about where im at, and what ive done in that time. it may not be where i want to stay, and there may be regrets, but theres a lot of good learning stuff too. so i guess thats good.