The Illusion of the Species

This first kiss on this cold street
could have jailed Galileo
for the heavenly point it proves
but tonight, merely moves
our two souls into steady revolution
around and about the warm fixed fact
of our brilliant lips.

I have reprinted this without the author's permission, so if the publisher or author would like this removed I will do so promptly.

I love it!!!

Cyber-universes are complex things that require lots of work and lots of time and lots of selfish desire and more and more and more. Yet, we all seem to really enjoy it on some level. Here we are "blogging", posting to Myspace, enjoying Youtube, using Craigslist, becoming a member of Facebook, using instant messaging, using dating sites and soooo much more on a daily basis! When is it, exactly, that we'll be getting together? When will we love each other? When will we play music for each other? When will we see each other's faces when we discover our mutual love of play-doh bunnies? What about that scared feeling you get when you begin learning about someone new? When does that return? Or the intimate sharing of thoughts and joys and pain with your closest friends? How about courage? Does it ever return? Or is writing your heart out on the hinternet part of that courage?
Well, I don't know the answer to any of those things and I'm a daily player in the cyber-universe. too. I do wonder though.
(My ram is stuck at 666mb available...creepy)

Although I've been one, I'm starting to actively dislike pet owners. Am I being petty (no pun intended) or righteous? Who knows... all I know is that any invite from cat-owners and
dog-owners to come to their home is answered by a resounding "no" because of my stupidly powerful allergies. I understand that my allergies aren't their problem, but man do I ever feel left out. Oh well. Keep on livin'.
Oddly, this reminds me of a friend of mine who sincerely believed I was doing things on weekends specifically so he couldn't come - he thought because he had his son on weekends, he couldn't come over. I remember telling him he was being stupid - his kid was always welcome too! I wonder if both actions/reactions are the same? I know I'm welcome, but on the condition I'm miserable.
Then there's a new pet coming into the picture at the drummer's house - this may (still no sure how powerful the dog allergies are), in fact, cause major problems.
My conundrum now becomes one of priorities - comfort or music?
Ponder, ponder.

So I never really got around to 30 songs on my MP3 Player, but seeing as I wanted to play, too here are 22:

1. Going home late last night/ Suddenly I got a fright - Faeries Wear Boots - Black Sabbath
2. The neighbours are screaming/ I don’t have a key for downstairs - Take this box - Amy Winehouse
3. Au premier temps de la valse/ Toute seule tu souris déjà - La Valse à Mille Temps, Jacques Brel
4. Play a little kiss and tell/ the poison pills - Ocean Pearl, 54-40
5. Clap your hands/ come on everybody clap you hands - Bootsy Collins - Ahh... The Name is Bootsy Baby
6. I remember the very first time we met/ was a moment I won’t forget - Bumpy Roads - The Trevor Finlay Band
7. The ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky/ I fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. I - Nickle Bag of Funk - Digable Planets
8. Viendras-tu avec nous, étranger/ Ou resteras-tu au sol, ou resteras-tu au sol, habitué - Paradis Perdu - Jean Leloup
9. Run and tell all of the angels/ This could take all night - Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters
10. Too alarming now to talk about/ Take your pictures down and shake it out - Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters
11. I bet you wonder how I knew/ about your plans to make me blue - I Heard it Through the Grapevine - Marvin Gaye, CCR et al.
12. Lord I've really been real stressed/ Down and out, losin ground - Tennessee - Arrested Development
13. Dearly beloved/ we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life - Let's Go Crazy - Prince (you got it brother!)
14. Colour me your colour, baby/ Colour me your car - Call Me - Blondie (bet  y'all are kickin' yourselves now!)
15. Hello/ I've waited here for you - Everlong - Foo Fighters
16. Bright lights city/ gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire - Viva Las Vegas - Elvis and friends
17. Au chevet de son lit/ Un jour l'homme célèbre - Les remords du commandant - Jean Leloup
18. Some people like to gamble/ But you, you always lose - Bad Luck, Social Distortion
19. Look in my eyes/ what do you see - Cult of Personality - Living Color
20. It was a beautiful day/ the sun beat down - Running Down A Dream - Tom Petty
21. Et les pièces sont vides à présent et je suis libre de mon temps/ Faire un café fumer un joint me semble intelligent - JohnnyGo - Jean Leloup
22. Music is a world within itself / with a language we all understand - Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder

Sorry about so much Jean Leloup content... it just happened that way.

I want to learn more about the great miracles of the human being. Every person I meet seems able to create miraculous things. I want to know more.

I may have started a quest.

More to come.

"Over thousands of years of living with humans, dogs have become wily and transfixing sidekicks with the particularly appealing characteristic of being unable to speak."

taken from here: http://www.slate.com/id/2158654/

Comment pouvons-nous vraiment définir la musique en tant que langue?
Not only that, but how do we debate it without taking a hard stand?
[A, D, C, G]?
Hmmmmm.

From The Star this morning:
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<<"It was a really dingy place. I've been trying to spruce it up," he says, pointing to a new bar, fresh drywall and photos of recent wet T-shirt contests.

He offers live music and DJs playing rock 'n' roll and he's even introduced oil wrestling to the entertainment lineup.

"The place has gotten much, much better," he states proudly.>>

here's the full article: http://www.thestar.com/News/article/179005

It's time for quiet reflection folks - most importantly, reflections on how lucky we are to have the friends that we have. I think we often take our closest friends for granted and we lose sight of what's truly important when working on details. The important things are: Love, loyalty, understanding, patience, laughter, shared joy and shared pain, tears, hugs and opinion. (Yeah, it's sappy, but I don't care!) Armed with this understanding, I am pleased to announce that I have friends and that I have not forgotten what our friendship means (yes, they like me too!)
Thanks guys. You're the best.

Happy non-denominational holiday season! Yay!

Whatever we do, let's not celebrate Christmas, please. Of all the things we can do at this time of year, let's bloody-well make sure we don't celebrate kindness, generosity, openness, caring, love, friendship, dedication and hope. At least that's the message I get when people order Christmas trees removed. "It's a religious symbol", one judge declared so let's get it out of here. Ok, let cut turbans, crucifixes, veils (as long as religion is the excuse used to uphold their presence), ceremonial daggers, menorahs, yamulkes and whatever else is a visual religious symbol. Heck, if we're calling the darn tree a religious symbol, why don't we remove green and red wallpaper? I don't care if it's been there for 15 years, it's obviously in Christmas colours, so it's gotta go 'cause that's a religious representation.
Of all the politically correct stupidities on this planet, railing against Christmas makes my top 10 list of bureaucratic idiocies.

so this prof goes to the Tehran anti-holocaust conference: "Review of the Holocaust: Global Vision".
article here: http://www.thestar.com/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&c=Article&cid=1166050212067&call_pageid=968332188492&col=968793972154&t=TS_Home

In there you'll notice how everyone is shocked and appalled at the decision for him to go - It's a major mistake, it's career-ending, insulting, mean... blah-blah. The same people are shocked to discover this as he's never been anti-semist, he's never voiced any religiously prejudiced comments, etc... Heck, he's decried this conference as being full of hacks and lunatics. I'm guessing the guy went to argue. I mean, it's possible isn't it? Oh, and the title of his paper: "Liberalism, Holocaust and War against Muslims". COME ON!!

GRRRR. Leave the guy alone! Yeesh.

See a bad mutha. Oh yeah.

Can you dig it?

Listening to the sounds in me 'ead, mate.

I'd like say something political, but I won't.

I'm with Cake on this one: I want a girl in a short skirt and a long jacket. Preferably soon.

Sadly, I watched TV last night. Lost 10 IQ points. I hope I can get them back soon.

Decided not to make a silly $750.00 purchase. Hah! I feel much better now. Really. I do. I swear. Stop looking at me like that.

Allergies have actually been better for the first time in God knows how long (as I typed it, I sneezed and now I'm all stuffed up! Yay!)

Favourite lines about women in song:
"She got dimples when she walks."
"I need a woman who says she will instead of might."
"I want a girl in a short skirt and a loooooooooooong jacket."

Best Cure record: Disintegration.

Why I won't go to Amanda's burlesque show: she's my friend, I'm not sure I want to see her naked.

I had a conversation last night with a transitioning trans-gender male/female by the name of René(e). Nice guy/gal. She designs graphic art for t-shirts. What a life.

David's a jackass.

Only a uni-lingual person would think to test a French-Canadian's French-language skills after seeing that he's only ever been to school in French. That same person would not likely test another's English skills - even if English is the second language! Why are people so incredibly stupid? Frankly, with the level of writing skills I'm exposed to daily, I'd be testing for English first. It is the harder language to write correctly. !"/$!?*(

I really, really, really want to meet some single women. At least one.

I declared something intensely personal the other day, and I don't regret it at all. Hah!

I don't like cats. Or gum-chewing. Or cigarette-smoking. Yuk. Ptooie.

I think I'm done.

Yes, it's good to be the Boss.

Have Dremel, will travel.

Person: "Hi Dominic, *whine, whine, whine*"
Me: "Crocodile tears are streaming down my face, puddling at my feet in an ever-expanding pond of sorrow just for you."
Person: "..."
Me: (makes splashing noises while walking away)

Begin rant:

All you frickin' whiners out there: SHUT UP!

Don't spend all your time bitching to me about not having this or that and then ignore me when I'm actually doing something about it.

Listen, I understand having moments of loneliness or occasional dreams of material possessions and I understand the need to tell someone - but to be constantly bitching and genuinely depressed about these things is bloody stupid.

You're lonely? Go for a walk, and the next time some person asks you out, say yes.
You want money to do something? Next time you think it'd be nice to go and have a pint, don't and put that money aside. You'll save a bundle and you'll be able to get that thing you've wanted all this time.
You think you don't have the time right now? Think again you dumb shit - *everybody* has the same amount of time. Re-arrange it, re-prioritize. Don't know how to do that? Stop whining anyways. I hate you.

end rant.

Jammed. Had beer. No pizza. Cooking tonight. Lots o' fud. Need good lay. won't happen tonight, keeping hopes up for tomorrow. ;-)

On another note, I like ice cream.

Tooooo tired to jam. Must to have beer and pizza and be lazy.

Man oh Man... If I didn't love D & S so much, I'd have given up on this thing a looooooong time ago. Who thought organizing a huge party with live acts, food and prizes could be so much bloody work! AAAARRGGH. Luckily, I'm essentially done and now all I have to worry about it Halloween, mom's birthday, New Year's Eve, Christmas party, dad's birthday, dinner with Shannon, my music project, overtime at work and how to keep Mr. Monkey happy. Ummm, mayhap there's too much on my plate? Hee-hee! Man, thank god work sux, otherwise, I'd be going bananas! Oh crap, there goes Mr. Monkey... down boy, down! AAAAARRRRGGHH!

On a more positive note, I still like ice cream, I haven't killed anyone, I'm not actually stressed out and life is fine. Hah! Take that Mr. Monkey! Take that!

Salmon out

Someone was asking me the other day about blogs and what I'd like to see in 'em. Turns out, I don't really care all that much about blogs. Which brings me to this thing... what am I doing here? Other than the cheap thrill of cyber-voyeurism, I'm not really contributing to anything particularly interesting or intellectual. I suppose I should sit here and whine about high ice cream prices or maybe write about how I secretly want to be a lesbian-nazi-eskimo. Enh.
Ok, so maybe I'm thinking too hard and all this really is is a place to let out some steam in a quasi-honest, quasi-repercussion-free manner. Then again, it could simply be the cyber equivalent of an attention-seeking temper-tantrum.
Does it really matter? Many here obviously like it, so why complain? Who knows.
I think I just wanted to fit in for a moment.