Living at home is free except for all the costs. All the things in your life you get used to having are now gone. Merely a distant memory of an over active imagination.

I'm starting to feel disconnected, missing the intimate details of everyone's lives. I no longer hear the inane anecdotes I would have the pleasure of if I were around to partake. It's no one's fault. These things just happen. If we could remain close with everyone in that way we would. There wouldn't be a need for reunions and other excuses to catch up and relive memories past. But we can't, so relationships adapt. I just haven't figured it out yet. I've never been good at communications that span great distances. Just ask the people that bob around in my wake.

Girl #1 to Girl #2 - "Please, put your under-boob away. I'm tired of looking at it"

My new theme song for the summer: Morcheeba - Crystal Blue Persuasion

The only thing that could have made Hillside better this year would have been camping. Everything else I wanted I got. I wanted to hear some new bands, have some fun, eat great food and meet some new people.

How many people listen to music because they think it's cool and not because they like it. I have met so may people that secretly love music but never admit to it. They have these notions that making it means selling out and that if someone is popular they can't be good. WHY? If you think a band is good don't you think other people will eventually find out and that the band makes it because they are good. Stranger things have happened.

Someone was thinking ahead. To my delight, I discovered during a drinking game that "3 for me" translates into french and still rhymes. Trois pour moi!

An anechoic chamber is a large perfectly insulated room. No sound enters or escapes it's grasp. I've experienced the complete an utter lack of sound produced. It's disturbing and beyond quiet. Your ears tell you something is wrong the second you enter. Eventually you hear body noises you never thought existed. The blood flowing in your veins is audible. Your heart creates a trembling bass, a pattern for your thoughts. It's a place your mind can never be silenced. The tiniest thoughts can be heard.

The power I have some times is frightening. I could take a young mind and twist it to my liking, create an entity that only exists to do my bidding. Perhaps that is a little too far, but I do yield the power. I was taking care of my 13 year old cousin and over the week I realized exactly how much power I had. I didn't think it was much at first, but it is. Here is a kid who is trying to figure out how the world works an where he fits and I could drastically change that. I could show him all the things his parents had tried to shelter him from. I didn't. Instead he kicked my ass at video games because old people like my have difficult with the 3-D thing. Then I just kicked his ass for the fun of it.

Montreal is one of those cities where the food is good and the beer is flowing. I had my first Fin du Monde, a tasty 9% beer and very place I ate at left me fuller than what is healthy. There is an outdoor art exhibit going on that I snagged these photos from. All are aerial shots from around the world.











The ride home got a little crazy, we started having conversions wth cars. A typical conversation went something like this "Jetta! Jetta what are you doing? Oh no, red car. Red Car! What are you doing?" and so on until we had stopped to release ourselves from our automobile cage.

This Switch Ad is the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. It reminds me of all the computer stories I heard over the years. She sums it up beautifully, it's a ... bummer.

Often I feel like I have to defend my choice in computers. I use a Mac and really, I don't care who knows. I like it and I don't think I would ever switch. Maybe if it was a simple choice between the OS features, but's it not. It a choice about applications that are plentifully available and ones that work well. I can be disappointed that the latest games aren't available for my Powerbook, but I think it would be worse to be using Windows and lusting after the applications that come free on a Mac. When Jobs starting talking about a digital lifestyle many thought he was talking shit but it's all true. I'd be lost without those applications to simplify the management of my toys.

You should never complain about something you use for free, but you can complain that the solution is much easier than they want you to know. I finally just played around with Blogger and fixed the problem my own damn self.

is it ever going to work again?

I wanna go to Lapdance. It sounds like my kind of thing, good music and technology mixed together. A place where it's cool to be a technologically inclined.

What's the proper procedure when passing a funeral procession? Is it not passing it at all or just not ripping by at 70 clicks in the other lane? A dilemma I rarely face but I felt guilty once I saw the hearse that marked the beginning of the solitary line.

Technology has had a noticeable impact over the years. You don't really notice the little changes that progress life day to day until you stumble upon something straight from the past. Walking into the Camera store I was greeted by a family, a large family of Religion X (X being one of those religions where you reject modern technologies and do everything old school). They were getting passport photos done (some exceptions must be made) and each person had on the same handmade outfit that make them look like they belong in the 20's and not the present. Imagine how uniform people must have looked in their overalls and straw-hats, did their society allow individuals or only preset clones?

Because cottage reading can never be too serious I chose How to be a Canadian to entertain me after an attempt at some of the other books I brought along failed leaving me bored out of my mind. It was hilarious. It had me in stitches, I actually laughed out loud at the jokes. I was particularly fond of the comparison of Tim Hortons and a religious cult and the chapter on 12 Ways to Say Sorry that ended with the statement "Canadians sure are sorry a lot, but they never apologize".

Life at the cottage is so hard. My biggest decisions are whether or not I want to read on the dock or in the hammock and how long do I want to lay out on the water trampoline.