Kahnawacky
Let me start off by saying that I am, in fact, fully aware that I have irresponsibly abdicated by blogging duties for an entire season, that I have, in so doing, left undocumented the entire summer of 2007 as told by Jon Haines, and that, in my absence, a number of people are likely to have changed usernames, written off the possibility of my ever blogging again, or, in extreme cases, just lost interest in LiveJournal altogether. Ever since the emphatic, unanimous, ubiquitous, and autonomous installation of Facebook as the New York Post of the online social networking world, LiveJournal has taken a backseat as the New York Times; it's classier, but no one cares, in large part because of all the prose and paragraphs and authoring that goes on.
I'm not going to make this into one of those things where I beg for comments by appealing to a desire for statistical knowledge. I would, however, like to know who, aside from the people whose posts I still see (and I have been reading them!) on my friends page, is still watching. You don't even have to leave me a comment if you don't want to. You can write me something on Facebook, or in an e-mail, or by singing telegram. You can even send me a postcard.
Speaking of which: I am now the happy renter of a real, live, apartment, rented from a real, live, landlord. Talk about moving up. The address is here, in case you ever do want to send me that postcard:
Jonathan Haines
349 rue Ontario est
Apartment 4S
Montréal, Québec
H2X 1H7
Canada
In the past I always wrote journal entries to detail for posterity and publicity all of the really cool, geekily encoded events of my daily life. The reason I'm blogging again after so long an absence is to just that; in this case, to detail, in list form, the events and experiences of what is undoubtedly one of the Best Weeks Ever.
In the time from last Friday afternoon to Sunday night, not in order of time or awesomeness, I:
- walked through the scene of a movie set and made them do another take
- played a game of Scrabble in a giant city park
- in the aforementioned game, formed the word "toque", and lined the E up with an H to spell "eh" in the same turn
- attended a party where the wearing of pants was not allowed
- organised a picnic
- bought a hundred Munchkins for said picnic
- explained to a gaggle of confused Canadians that Munchkins are like Timbits
- went to an Indian reserve
- discovered that said Indian reserve is a giant loophole, which was awesome
- went to a restaurant you're allowed to smoke in due to said loophole
- went with Elena to a smoke shop there, where she bought 200 cigarettes ("tips") for eight dollars
- got a full diner lunch for $6.75
- went to Tam Tams twice, which, for those not in the know, is a giant drum circle that takes place in a park and also boasts foam-based mediaeval fighting
- drove four hours north of Montreal to an abandoned airstrip with my father and his giant telescope
- bought a condom from one of those machines out of which one more typically buys toys in the grocery store
- in the aforementioned north, had two people start conversations with "You speak English! No one speaks English here!"
- watched and appreciated Congorama more than I expected to
- discovered the Mount Royal Chalet
- attended classes!
- been generally pleased with my decision to switch into lingustics (by the way, I did that)
- invited Elena over for dinner and watched Stephen Colbert clips online
- discovered The Old Negro Space Program
- made succesful francophone small talk with a cab driver
- mistook the smell of garbage for the smell of rum and coffee
- went out to a restaurant specifically dedicated to pie (I got lemon meringue)
- saw, and was totally nonplussed by, the inside of an American Apparel store
- went to a car-free festival that featured a block of rue Ste-Catherine being covered in grass
- had really delicious sun-dried tomato and black olive pizza that deserves its own bullet point
- got $40 for a study in which I arranged blocks into pattern and offered justifications for taxation
- responded to a Craigslist ad from some guy giving away a laptop because he can't get it out of Japanese mode
- bought and shared Breyer's cherry ice cream
- was fed dinner by my roommate and his girlfriend, just because they're nice like that
- had a woman in Couche-Tard tell me her life story and ask me to take her picture in front of the submarine door
And that's just seven days. Things have been keeping up that pace since I got here, and it's wonderful. There are people I miss, some more than others and some so much that it's distracting, but there are other people who I see all the time that make the whole thing worth doing.
P.S. Summer was cool. The Stanza is dead; involuntary manslaughter. I worked at a pizza place and drove all over Northeastern creation.
I'm not going to make this into one of those things where I beg for comments by appealing to a desire for statistical knowledge. I would, however, like to know who, aside from the people whose posts I still see (and I have been reading them!) on my friends page, is still watching. You don't even have to leave me a comment if you don't want to. You can write me something on Facebook, or in an e-mail, or by singing telegram. You can even send me a postcard.
Speaking of which: I am now the happy renter of a real, live, apartment, rented from a real, live, landlord. Talk about moving up. The address is here, in case you ever do want to send me that postcard:
Jonathan Haines
349 rue Ontario est
Apartment 4S
Montréal, Québec
H2X 1H7
Canada
In the past I always wrote journal entries to detail for posterity and publicity all of the really cool, geekily encoded events of my daily life. The reason I'm blogging again after so long an absence is to just that; in this case, to detail, in list form, the events and experiences of what is undoubtedly one of the Best Weeks Ever.
In the time from last Friday afternoon to Sunday night, not in order of time or awesomeness, I:
- walked through the scene of a movie set and made them do another take
- played a game of Scrabble in a giant city park
- in the aforementioned game, formed the word "toque", and lined the E up with an H to spell "eh" in the same turn
- attended a party where the wearing of pants was not allowed
- organised a picnic
- bought a hundred Munchkins for said picnic
- explained to a gaggle of confused Canadians that Munchkins are like Timbits
- went to an Indian reserve
- discovered that said Indian reserve is a giant loophole, which was awesome
- went to a restaurant you're allowed to smoke in due to said loophole
- went with Elena to a smoke shop there, where she bought 200 cigarettes ("tips") for eight dollars
- got a full diner lunch for $6.75
- went to Tam Tams twice, which, for those not in the know, is a giant drum circle that takes place in a park and also boasts foam-based mediaeval fighting
- drove four hours north of Montreal to an abandoned airstrip with my father and his giant telescope
- bought a condom from one of those machines out of which one more typically buys toys in the grocery store
- in the aforementioned north, had two people start conversations with "You speak English! No one speaks English here!"
- watched and appreciated Congorama more than I expected to
- discovered the Mount Royal Chalet
- attended classes!
- been generally pleased with my decision to switch into lingustics (by the way, I did that)
- invited Elena over for dinner and watched Stephen Colbert clips online
- discovered The Old Negro Space Program
- made succesful francophone small talk with a cab driver
- mistook the smell of garbage for the smell of rum and coffee
- went out to a restaurant specifically dedicated to pie (I got lemon meringue)
- saw, and was totally nonplussed by, the inside of an American Apparel store
- went to a car-free festival that featured a block of rue Ste-Catherine being covered in grass
- had really delicious sun-dried tomato and black olive pizza that deserves its own bullet point
- got $40 for a study in which I arranged blocks into pattern and offered justifications for taxation
- responded to a Craigslist ad from some guy giving away a laptop because he can't get it out of Japanese mode
- bought and shared Breyer's cherry ice cream
- was fed dinner by my roommate and his girlfriend, just because they're nice like that
- had a woman in Couche-Tard tell me her life story and ask me to take her picture in front of the submarine door
And that's just seven days. Things have been keeping up that pace since I got here, and it's wonderful. There are people I miss, some more than others and some so much that it's distracting, but there are other people who I see all the time that make the whole thing worth doing.
P.S. Summer was cool. The Stanza is dead; involuntary manslaughter. I worked at a pizza place and drove all over Northeastern creation.