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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.


I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.


polite for too long

why should I be, anymore?
Ok, so the Cusack obsession isn't quite over yet. I cringe to use the word 'obsession' given recent events in the news regarding Mr. Cusack and a rather ardent fan, but I can't explain the need to watch Cusack related movies. Unless, it's because I fancy myself his intellectual equal (probably) and slightly overzealous polictical opinions (no, not at all). But really, it's probably because we're the same age and he makes jokes that only my generation seems to get.

Who knows? But enough pontificating about it (I just watched Annie Hall last night, obviously).

I've learned this past month that the only time you really truly come to realise the value of things is when you've lost everything. By things, I don't necessarily mean material possessions but anything; places to live, cds, books...friends. Seems as though it's always in the bottom of the 9th, that you realise you're truly fucked.


Blue Rodeo and the crisp Fall morning today. Some trees have exploded into flames early and are busy shedding their skins to litter the ground in bright reds and runny yellows. It's enough to get the sap going. The air makes me want to take photos (of what, I don't know) and my cigarettes taste especially good in the crispy morning.

Our evening was cut short last night, as my friends and I were the first to appear on the scene of a car accident. I stayed until the fire department came to cut the guy out of the car and saying goodnight, left to crawl into my warm bed while it rained outside. I feel odd being a spectator for such things, and it's the classic reference to being a rubbernecker. Slowing down to stare at a car accident. I heard today the kid (carload of drunken teenagers) is in a coma with a collapsed lung.
Never a dull moment...?

Chunk and I will watch a few movies tonight, the fake gas fireplace is on and is toasting my toes. Buckley and Marble are tick-tacking around the laminate flooring and looking for treats. My sweet ones.

I'm trying to plan trips to San Francisco and Ireland for the next month. Moving into the studio on Tuesday. Starting and completing 2 paintings for the exhibition in October. Suddenly, I don't know where all the time went.

Fearless - The Matthew Good Band

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