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My weekend's had its ups and downs, but right now I just wanna tell you about the good stuff. Writing blog entries about all the stuff I'm stoked about makes me happy.
I didn't have to work today, and next weekend is Labour Day weekend, so I get two three-day weekends in a row. Yay!
I've been trying to lose weight/get in shape since the wintertime, but really began in earnest in March. I have officially lost 20 pounds since then. I'd be happy if I could lose another 5, but I'm still really pleased with myself. My old clothes fit me again! I wore a pair of brown women's Dickies that I haven't been able to wear since back when I was dating Chris Gibbons. My next goal is to maintain this weight in the winter, since I'll probably be riding my bike less.
On Saturday I drank four shots of espresso at Artigiano and finished A Year in the Merde, which has made me excited about French culture in a way I previously haven't been. On the way home, I stopped at MacLeod's (rad used bookstore downtown) and picked up all the novels I need for my 18th-century novel class, save one, in one fell swoop. 58 bucks. I also picked up Infinite Jest [that fucker is huge!] and For Whom the Bell Tolls. Riding home with 20-odd pounds of books in my bag, in the direct sun, totally buzzed on too much caffeine, was not such a good idea. When I got home, I climbed in bed and read a good chunk of Barney's Version by Mordechai Richler. I wish I was always in book-reading phases. I'm glad I am now. I saw Graeme and Kat for a while at Soma in the evening, and then came home and just downloaded music and chillaxed.
And last night, Nikete and I went to see Snakes on a Plane, and then watched an episode of Connections (remember that show? 70s BBC history documentary? so good!) at his house, and then Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai, which I've been meaning to watch and I totally fucking loved it. Oh my god. Best soundtrack ever, and just so fucking genius in a zillion ways. Forest Whittaker is incredible. And the characters! And the samurai stuff of course, the aging mafioso powdering his balls singing along with Public Enemy, the totally beautiful girl reading Rashomon, the hot Haitian ice-cream best friend who kicks Ghost Dog's ass at chess, always setting the volume at 21, motherfucking WU-TANG CLAN, the foreshadowing cartoons, the making up contracts on the first day of autumn, the kid throwing toys out the window, "Fucking white man", the pigeons (the bumbling mobsters writing tiny messages for Ghost Dog), and the dog... oh god, I loved it. I definitely need to watch every Jarmusch movie. I've only seen Ghost Dog and Broken Flowers, which I also loved and also had a mind-blowing soundtrack (Ethiopian jazz and Dengue Fever, hell yeah!).
I didn't have to work today, and next weekend is Labour Day weekend, so I get two three-day weekends in a row. Yay!
I've been trying to lose weight/get in shape since the wintertime, but really began in earnest in March. I have officially lost 20 pounds since then. I'd be happy if I could lose another 5, but I'm still really pleased with myself. My old clothes fit me again! I wore a pair of brown women's Dickies that I haven't been able to wear since back when I was dating Chris Gibbons. My next goal is to maintain this weight in the winter, since I'll probably be riding my bike less.
On Saturday I drank four shots of espresso at Artigiano and finished A Year in the Merde, which has made me excited about French culture in a way I previously haven't been. On the way home, I stopped at MacLeod's (rad used bookstore downtown) and picked up all the novels I need for my 18th-century novel class, save one, in one fell swoop. 58 bucks. I also picked up Infinite Jest [that fucker is huge!] and For Whom the Bell Tolls. Riding home with 20-odd pounds of books in my bag, in the direct sun, totally buzzed on too much caffeine, was not such a good idea. When I got home, I climbed in bed and read a good chunk of Barney's Version by Mordechai Richler. I wish I was always in book-reading phases. I'm glad I am now. I saw Graeme and Kat for a while at Soma in the evening, and then came home and just downloaded music and chillaxed.
And last night, Nikete and I went to see Snakes on a Plane, and then watched an episode of Connections (remember that show? 70s BBC history documentary? so good!) at his house, and then Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai, which I've been meaning to watch and I totally fucking loved it. Oh my god. Best soundtrack ever, and just so fucking genius in a zillion ways. Forest Whittaker is incredible. And the characters! And the samurai stuff of course, the aging mafioso powdering his balls singing along with Public Enemy, the totally beautiful girl reading Rashomon, the hot Haitian ice-cream best friend who kicks Ghost Dog's ass at chess, always setting the volume at 21, motherfucking WU-TANG CLAN, the foreshadowing cartoons, the making up contracts on the first day of autumn, the kid throwing toys out the window, "Fucking white man", the pigeons (the bumbling mobsters writing tiny messages for Ghost Dog), and the dog... oh god, I loved it. I definitely need to watch every Jarmusch movie. I've only seen Ghost Dog and Broken Flowers, which I also loved and also had a mind-blowing soundtrack (Ethiopian jazz and Dengue Fever, hell yeah!).