Things are coming together, not to say things haven't been rough, but we just might be able to pull things off for once. Big tings a'gwan.
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Labour
Hands stained with clay.
Skin wet with rain.
A labour of positive intentions.
Grounding.
Change.
Focus.
The earth holds every answer.
Skin wet with rain.
A labour of positive intentions.
Grounding.
Change.
Focus.
The earth holds every answer.
Growing
Life seems so foreign, yet so much the same. A single phone call has decided the course of my life for the next 4 months. Farming, working with my hands, restoring what was destroyed, building new - community. Winter brings my soul down, but maybe now I'll be prepared to ground it somewhere. Anarchy, earth, love, music. Is this who I want to be? Is this who I already am? Resonance.
Today Wasn't A Good Day
Just because the sun is shining, doesn't mean it's going to be a good day. What I thought was going to be a productive expenditure of energy, rapidly deteriorated into a frustrating, fruitless, and stressful affair. Fuck it. I hate money; I hate job searching; I hate that despite being overly qualified, businesses won't hire me because of my aesthetic choices. Fuck them. And fuck me; I've just been a mess lately.
An Unintended Hiatus
My life has felt like a complete mess as of late. I quit my job at The Bay in the hopes of finding work with a more ethical employer. I also intended to complete a number of projects with my new found free time (issue #2 of NOM DE GUERRE, a Union Sound System videocast, several paintings, and a few songs that need mastering) but I find myself feeling uninspired and unmotivated. I feel like things aren't they way they should be, that I can't keep up with it all. Maybe I just need to write things down and complete them.
Procrastinating has never worked. The future seems so unsure. Fuck money.
Procrastinating has never worked. The future seems so unsure. Fuck money.
A Random Selection
Things have been busy, to say the least. So here's a few flicks from the past few weeks. I'm hoping things will loosen up a bit more by July. Boh!
Did you have to put raw egg in that?
She said, pointing to the mass of hair on top my head. I heard you have to put raw egg in your hair to get it do that. And how do wash it? They never seem to believe that my dreadlocks were born from simple backcombing and twisting, and that I wash them regularly with soap and water. I guess I brought this on myself, but it baffles me sometimes how ignorant people really are: Is that a wig? Is your hair real? Do you have to do that every morning? Can you ever wash your hair again? Do bugs and lice live in your hair? Do you sell pot? The list goes on. And each time they ask I make it a habit to form a calm and concise answer. Maybe if I can just educate a few the stereotype might fade, just a bit.
I guess I'm being overtly negative, though. Despite working at a department store I've received far more compliments than ignorant questions. Cheerful old ladies and jealous balding men - many love the curls. I love my dreadlocks, they are an extension of me, a symbol of me.
I guess I'm being overtly negative, though. Despite working at a department store I've received far more compliments than ignorant questions. Cheerful old ladies and jealous balding men - many love the curls. I love my dreadlocks, they are an extension of me, a symbol of me.
Routine
Things have been a bit hectic lately, to say the least. It's hard to keep up with gigs, school, work, and reading circle, not to mention having to maintain a household. All the projects I've been meaning to pursue seem to have relegated to the back burner -- including paintings, photography, my zine, website, and blog (I have several posts in draft form). Spring semester starts today, so I'm hoping that if I can pull together some semblance of routine (my work schedule changes drastically as well) I'll be able to find more time for my projects. I'm always trying to catch up on time.
Up To Speed
Sorry about the lack of posts; I haven't had much spare time, nor much exciting news to blog about. My nineteenth birthday is in 6 days, it'll be nice to finally be able to checkout some decent shows (not to mention play at some clubs.) I had one midterm today, and have another two next week. Work is pretty much the same old. I'm apartment/suite hunting for mid-March or April, as I can no longer stand living in such a dump. Filling out applications and taking time out to view places is quite the chore. I really wish winter would end already; I always feels so dreary, like the weather outside. Island summers are like no other. I've been in a weird headspace as of late, but what's new? I feel like I'm on the edge of something big though, which is reassuring. Something exciting is bound to happen soon. I started a mini-zine with Amanda, titled 'vox nihili' (which is Latin for 'voice of nothing.) It's a collection of randomness, which will be distributed for free or next to nothing. I wish I had more time to dedicate to it. Sorry about the sheer volume of useless information in this post, and the scatterbrained way in which it's arranged. Does anyone even read this anyways? Not that it matters, I guess this blog is more for me than anyone else. Sometimes I dream in aerosol.
Winter Blues
I always seem to feel like shit by the time January rolls around. I don't know if it's the weather, or classes, or work, or just some underlying cycle of my inner psychi. All I know is that the stress, anxiety, and angst just seems to pile up this time of year. Throw in a couple episodes of depersonalization and you've got a wonderful concoction of shit going on in my head. I just want to smash something, maybe vandalize some property, or burn down a Starbucks - then again, it could just be the angry music talking. I need to get out of this place; my apartment is ghetto as hell. When the ceiling leaks, there's never hot water, people smoke crack in your parking lot, and the power switches off every time you use the microwave, I think that qualifies for ghetto status. A change of scenery is always good. A place to call my own would be even better. I could write forever, so I'll cut it short. What goes down must come up, eventually, hopefully - or something to that effect. I don't know what I'd do without my (real) friends.
2009
And so another year goes by. It's hard to believe I only just graduated from highschool a few months ago. If anything, it feels like I'm living an entirely new life. The months leading up to now have yielded a new home, new job, new college, new girlfriend, and even new hobbies and interests. I'm really not sure what to expect next.
Holidaze
Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Maligayang Pasko, etc. The past couple weeks have just been a blur - exams, gigs, snow (lot's of snow,) travel, old friends, family, work, work, work, and now, somehow, it's Christmas day. There's been no time to sit still, and something tells me I won't get much of that even after the holidays are over. So I better enjoy what little peace I can get in. It's the little things that matter after all, like a package of new vinyl from the UK, or a framed picture from my sweetheart, pencil crayons and ink markers, or a meal shared with family. There are some things I really do enjoy about the winter holidays, hidden well beneath the layers of consumerism, advertising, and stress. I'm glad I painted and drew for my family this year instead of buying gifts; they were happy with the results, an original gift that money could not buy - my time, my output, my love. Anyways, my head is somewhere else, and I best get some sleep. So I'll just plug the recently updated Union Sound System website (via the link at the top of the page) and be off. Happy Holidaze.
Fresh Ink
Today, I once again stopped into The Union to have Liegh do some work on me. I had him draw up a lotus flower design that encircles my elbow, and I'm more than happy with what he came up with. This is my second spiritually themed piece (and my second tattoo period, for that matter.) It looks like the beginnings of a sleeve are starting to come together. There's a low-resolution cellphone picture below to satisfy the curious, until it's healed up a bit more. In other modly news, my lobes are now at the bigger end of 00g (10mm) and my labret has new jewelry and is at a comfy 14g. I can probably get some flicks of those sometime soon, without too much trouble. I'm working straight through the weekend, as usual, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. But at least I have Under the Mistletoe, the third installment on NeXstep's monthly, the following week. I'm looking forward to that.
Busy, Busy, Busy
I can't even think straight right now. There's just so much on my plate and I feel like I can't keep up with it all. I feel frustrated and anxious, and I just want to smash something sometimes. Tommy Hilfiger-wearing douche-bags and non-stop Christmas music at work don't exactly help the situation, and I haven't been sleeping well on top of that. I need to vent, or paint - burn down a Starbucks - something, but I'm always so short on time. I need some time to breathe, but I won't have that luxury until the end of December, and even then it all starts back up in January. I hate how disconnected I feel.
I am so thankful for the people that are there for me.
I am so thankful for the people that are there for me.
Recognized
It's interesting being mentioned on another person's blog. In this case, I rung through the Calvin Klein socks of the guy who runs The Real Space Beach, a hip-hop and street fashion blog based out of Victoria, which has started to garner a real following as of late. Anyways, he posted about our brief encounter, and I'd definitely recommend reading into the The Real Space Beach if you're at all interested in high-end street fashion or urban music.
In other news, the new Union Sound System site is really starting to take off. Please check it out, if you haven't done so already, via the link above. My girlfriend's new, politically focused site, Fatal Evasion, is also now online, and can be accessed at http://www.fatalevasion.org. I may be contributing a few articles sometime in the near future - we'll see.
In other news, the new Union Sound System site is really starting to take off. Please check it out, if you haven't done so already, via the link above. My girlfriend's new, politically focused site, Fatal Evasion, is also now online, and can be accessed at http://www.fatalevasion.org. I may be contributing a few articles sometime in the near future - we'll see.
Warmth
For once, my life seems to be somewhat on track. The stress of classes is becoming more manageable, my music continues to garner interest, work goes by quickly, and I have an amazing new person in my life. Fall has settled in, and the world seems like a totally new place. I'm looking forward to the days to come, no matter how tumultuous they may be. It's an exciting time to be alive. And I'm so glad I have someone to share it with.
Vivid
Lately my dreams have been nothing but intense, which, coupled with minor insomnia, is starting to do a number on me during the day. Last night I dreamt that my own brother had cut off my dreads in exchange for money. I can still see myself running my hands through a patchy chop of hair. I felt absolutely livid, and that doesn't make for a restful sleep. This morning I woke up to a splitting headache, and an already sour mood on my mind. A good nights sleep makes a world of difference; I wish I could have one more often. An eight hour shift at work is the last thing I need now.
EZ.
EZ.
Recap
I thought it might to time to post something a bit more 'toned down,' so there'll be no great spiritual or political insights this time around. I'll start with work.
I seem to have pretty much got the hang of it all. Friday night crept along, but my shift today seemed to just flash by. I get along with all my co-workers, and, for the most part, the clientele are fairly pleasant. The Bay seems like a job I can at least stick with through my time at college.
Which brings me to school. Five courses is definitely a heavy load. I find myself having to constantly catch up, and I just don't feel motivated to do half of it. Art 100 is amazing; Astronomy 102 is great, though I have a midterm tomorrow; English 150 is uninspiring; I keep falling behind in Japanese 100; and I wish I never took Asian Pacific Studies 110. I've made several new friends, though, and I'm starting to get an idea of what I want to do with my life.
Since the summer ended, I've been playing out less. I picked up a gig at Hush nightclub for next March, though, since Pacific Dubstep picked me up. They seem a like a crew that's really going to go places; I'm stoked. This month I'm playing at Monster Mash, which is the first of Jeff, aka Plastic Motive's, new monthly at the Victoria Event Center. It should make for a good time; some of the first raves I attended were at the Event Center.
And that about sums up my life at the moment. It hasn't quite come to total monotony, thanks almost entirely to my friends, and there's been more than a few spectacular moments. I just need to keep it up -- stay positive.
EZ.
I seem to have pretty much got the hang of it all. Friday night crept along, but my shift today seemed to just flash by. I get along with all my co-workers, and, for the most part, the clientele are fairly pleasant. The Bay seems like a job I can at least stick with through my time at college.
Which brings me to school. Five courses is definitely a heavy load. I find myself having to constantly catch up, and I just don't feel motivated to do half of it. Art 100 is amazing; Astronomy 102 is great, though I have a midterm tomorrow; English 150 is uninspiring; I keep falling behind in Japanese 100; and I wish I never took Asian Pacific Studies 110. I've made several new friends, though, and I'm starting to get an idea of what I want to do with my life.
Since the summer ended, I've been playing out less. I picked up a gig at Hush nightclub for next March, though, since Pacific Dubstep picked me up. They seem a like a crew that's really going to go places; I'm stoked. This month I'm playing at Monster Mash, which is the first of Jeff, aka Plastic Motive's, new monthly at the Victoria Event Center. It should make for a good time; some of the first raves I attended were at the Event Center.
And that about sums up my life at the moment. It hasn't quite come to total monotony, thanks almost entirely to my friends, and there's been more than a few spectacular moments. I just need to keep it up -- stay positive.
EZ.