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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: July 2008
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I realised it was probably about time I started a blog; writing is one of the things I most enjoy, whether it involves nonsense I've invented (which will be featured, eventually, in some form or another, at The Ecstatic Destruction of the Mythic. An insidious attack, meant to surround the target, unaware of its impending ensnarement, meant to weaken the foundation, the walls built up against the ocean. Water does a good job of winning). And that's enough of that. For now. Words of wisdom?
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: March 2009
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My artistic/creative goals for 2009! I'm faced with); possibly of equal importance is the lack of goal; without deadlines or tangible results in view, I'm floundering. And so, I present, to those silent few who have any interest in my creative output: my goals for 2009 (in terms of. Of work [I can always go back and work on that niggling "quality" thing later]):. Jürgen; ou: Les Cloches ne sont pas belles. Need to write them. The Stain Stays and the Stink Sticks. The Memoirs of Oskari Kultalahti. Perhaps...
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: June 2009
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Zachary Richard - Réveille. It's been a while since I've done one of these, huh? This conversation led me to thinking about my heritage—what my Acadian-ness means—which, of course, led me back to this song, to which I was introduced by Gabrielle. Man, this guy can sing! It's difficult to write about this song—as I've discovered even more intensely since delving into this writing, this examination, the song on repeat in iTunes—as I feel too close to it, too personally connected to the song.
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: May 2011
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So, I'm trying my hand at crafting a bonsai. This is my first attempt and it'll probably end badly, but I'll enjoy it every step of the way. It's so soothing, so calming, so relaxing, so another synonym. I like just looking at the thing and thinking about how to do things with it. I've also started looking at trees differently, more closely. When I first brought this little guy ( juniperus procumbens nana. So, without further ado, pictures. As it was in the beginning:. And today, I made my first attempt ...
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: January 2012
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2011 - The Year of the Grind. So, when I first thought about this list (and it's actually been quite a while since I've, you know, codified things like this), I couldn't think of much for my list that wasn't released by Grindcore Karaoke. And 3 of my top albums came from that label - and there were very nearly several more). But, when I dug more deeply, researched more thoroughly, I realised: well, sir: 2011 was a grand. Year for new music. And what a year for grind, huh? 1 Cloud Rat - s/t. From there th...
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: August 2008
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Solange Knowles (who I only know because of the. Entertaining words of the women at Go Fug Yourself. Mostly Jessica, according to the "signature"]; I don't care about celebrity fashion. Whether atrocious or wonderful; but the. So, I checked out Solange at YouTube. And learned that she, like her (probably? More famous sister Beyoncé, is a singer (who, from what I've heard of both [which, to be fair, is not much] is much better). I listened to a song called "I Decided":. And the beat* is pretty swell, too.
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: March 2013
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The Hits of 2012. It’s late – very late, I know – but I’ve finally managed to come up with a list of my favourite albums of 2012. In 2012, I consciously set out to delve a little more deeply into things that were new to me than I have in recent years, to, you know, try out some things I’d only casually engaged with before. So, without further ado, I give you Daniel’s 10 1 of 2012:. 1 Hildur Guðnadóttir - Leyfðu Ljósinu. 2 Neneh Cherry and The Thing – The Cherry Thing. 3 Liars – WIXIW. But I think this al...
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: October 2008
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Do you want to know something. Being an unskilled person looking for a job in a city full of skilled people looking for jobs. That's what's awesome. I Haven't Had Much to Say (Which Is Why I Haven't Been Saying Anything). I am still jobless. That's some of the less exciting news I have. 8212; Next week, we are going to see Jolie Holland! For which concert there will undoubtedly be a review posted here. Several days late, of course.). Hi, my name's Mr. Pretension. How are you? The Night of the Lotus Eaters.
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: June 2010
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Oh, boy, let me tell you. Well, I have! And, well, let me tell you, let me provide you with a handy little tip; I'll give you a moment here—don't worry: I'll wait; go! Grab your pen and your piece of paper or piece of fabric, scrap of cloth, receipt, bare skin. Here it is, folks: don't take a cheese string. Have you ever eaten a warm, soft, shudder-inducingly malleable cheese string (I'm sure I can think of at least one person reading this who could probably answer yes to this question.)? Plays silently,...
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i'm telling you stories. trust me.: September 2008
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It's curtains, folks! This afternoon, Gabrielle and I paid a visit to the second hand shops on St. Clair West (well, more accurately, the second hand shops within a limited stretch of St. Clair West [there could be countless others tucked away in other corners of the street. There could be scads of them. SCADS! We took the fabric home (as well as Stephen King's. We were homeward bound. Or: how to survive auditory surgery. Tuesday night: The Horseshoe Tavern. To be honest, I am quite new to Shellac. O...
