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hello, dear friend, you feel familiar.

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

A Thank You.

Dear Arcade Fire,

Thank you for delivering again. I'm proud that you did not succumb to the pressures of your sophomore year. I believe you have a bright future ahead of you, and over the coming years I have the confidence that you'll continue to make the right steps at the right time. Just remember that you have to do what's right for you and never give in.

In your freshman year you seemed depressed, vulnerable, and despite succeeding at everything you did you still seemed to be unsure of yourself. But something happened on your summer vacation. You appear to be finding your voice, and as you became more honest with yourself you became more honest with us, and that's refreshing. You're wearing your heart on your sleeve and you're willing to stand up for it. You're not scared to look your critics in the eye and respond accordingly. You're conquering challenges, you’re growing in strength and you're taking down kings.

You have my most humble gratitude. I'm proud of you. I just wanted to let you know.

- cranley.

Return to Cookie Mountain

TV on the Radio's latest album, Return to Cookie Mountain was rated 2006's 2nd best album by Pitchforkmedia.com (1st was The Knife's Silent Shout). I was really upset about this, as I thought TV's new album kinda sucked - I was really disppointed with it.

After countless listenings, however (about 2 dozen), it's really starting to sink in. It really is a good album... you just gotta let it sit in the bottle for a while before uncorking it.

It's a two plate day at the buffet!

It's official: Americans don't know when too much is too much.

I like big servings just as much as the next guy - but this is too much.

Not bad for a country that already consumes 25% of the world's resources.


Is it just me, or does half of Joanna Newsome's new album sound like it came right out of some dream sequence in The Big Lebowski?

Band of Horses in my Dreams

Last night I had a dream that I was at a friend's place for a dinner party. In my dream my friend put on Band Of Horses, to which I replied "Sweet! Band of Horses!". Now, the truth to all this is that despite the fact I own the album in question, I've only listened to it a couple times and couldn't pick it out if I tried.

This afternoon at work I decided to listen to Band of Horses, and the song I decided to listen to was the exact one from my dream. This kinda amazed me. The subconscious is an amazing sponge of future problems.

Power Pacing

So I bought a bike this summer. I beautiful Giant RC1 road bike. It's awesome, and I logged several hundred miles on it. It's been a couple months since I've been on a bike, however, and I don't like the way I'm feeling. So, since there's a YMCA 3 blocks from work, and since I have a membership, and since they have a Power Pacing (read - spinning) class over the lunch hour everyday, I figured I'd go check it out.

Now, lets get some things straight here. I'm in shape. I'm a healthy 160 pounds (158 on a skinny day), I get regular excercise (about 3 - 4 times a week), and for the most part I eat healthy. Couple that with the fact that I can easily pound out 60k on my bike on the highway in under 2 hours and you have what amounts to a severely false sense of over confidence. Power Pacing made me feel like a Power Pussy.

I lasted 15 minutes. I got off the bike, went to a water fountain and almost puked. Despite it's name I did anything but pace myself. I was beat to a pulp by a guy who looked about 90 years old. I've never been more grateful for somebody to come along half way into some activity and seat himself directly between myself and that what I am watching (the pace leader). I quickly stood up and tumbled myself to some place less dangerous.

The moral of the story? You gotta pace the power pacing and don't let the activity of others decide what your pace is. Now excuse me, I'm going to go pass out.


Has it seriously been over a month since I last posted?!

Sorry guys! Erk!

4 dog years.

Today. 4 dog years. not much to make note of it. frankly, like i've stated in earlier posts, every year i seem to become more and more obsessed with my own mortality, and today isn't much different. Some people have wished me a happy b-day, and i'm not sure if i'm happy about that or not. Meh, who cares?

I'm currently reading Dave Eggars' They Shall Know Our Velocity! and it's pretty good. I've been listening a lot to Peter Bjorn and John, as well as the Junior Boys' new album. Bonnie "Prince" Billy's new album is alright, but it hasn't struck me like some of his other stuff. I'm not entirely sure why - but I can say that I appreciate the various genres he's incorporated into the new album... seems as though every song is an experiment with artistic elasticity.

Other than all that life's pretty much the same. The sun doesn't shine in Regina as it does in Saskatoon and I think that's getting me down. I used to enjoy gloomy days, but I'm all about the sun now.

Leeloo Lamenti (one of my 3 EVE characters) will be ready to fly an ORE Mining Barge Retriever on Sunday. Am I excited? You better believe it. How lame is that?