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Winnipeg is the best place to be from
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which is something you don't hear often
not even from people from winnipeg
but it's true.
we're a big city still trying to be a small town
stuck being a small town with big-city problems
with shitty weather half the year
and a seething inferiority complex
in the middle of nowhere
(literally)
and we spend more time slamming
our sketchy mayor
our shitty transit system
and our winters
than saying good things about anything.
but our little frozen hovel
stuck out in the prairie
like a defiant 'fuck you' to common sense
breeds
amazing artists, writers, and most of all musicians
and a complex, intricate love/hate relationship
with the place we call 'home'.
this town makes you nicer
you smile and say 'hello' and make small talk in line at tim horton's
help out your neighbours or that guy
whose car got snowed in up the block
not because you want someone to reward you for doing it
but because it's the nice thing to do, dammit.
being stuck in the middle of the country
makes us much more appreciative
of what other cities have
oh you have efficient mass transit?
oh your skyline has buildings in it?
and up until a few weeks ago
oh you have an IKEA?
its size makes us all connected
everyone's had too much to drink at the king's head
gone to osborne village on canada day
seen a show at the west end
had a greasy burger at blondie's
been harassed the twoonie lady downtown
and we've all suffered from
missing a bus that came thirty seconds too early
or getting stuck outside waiting for a bus that came twenty minutes late
trying to strike a balance between two options
which are never in your favour.
living here makes you hard
we're sarcastic and cynical and critical
of everything
especially ourselves
and especially our hometown
which is why when someone else makes fun of it
they can fuck off
because that's our job
and unless you've spent your life
shovelling snow and dealing with overnight parking bans
hanging out at the toad people-watching on the weekends
driving to grand beach during the summer
and
complaining about all the things you could do if only
you were somewhere else
you haven't earned the right to bash winnipeg.
because you don't love it like we do
especially not as as much as when we say
"I fucking hate this town".
Revelation
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every day I walk across the Osborne Bridge to work and I always look down
partially because I'm a big kid & partially because I'm terrified of falling in
(which means I have to look, duh)
and cause it's winter the river is nearly frozen except for this one teeny open patch of water
and when I looked down I saw
a duck
all alone
paddling and paddling and paddling against the current
getting nowhere.
I watched this duck for a few minutes
leaning over the railing like a crazy person
staring at it
fighting
against the current
for no reason
and I thought
"that duck is me".
Hip Hop Sunday #56 Frank Ocean - Swim Good
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did schoolwork and blogged on secret blog today
but I remembered just in time
oh yeah
it's hip hop sunday.
enjoy.
Happy 88th birthday Jimmy Carter
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once upon a time I didn't give a damn about politics, especially american ones because what did I care, it wasn't my country anyway. but back in 2008 I happened to catch barack obama's acceptance speech for the democratic nomination and it struck something in me.now I'm a pundit-listening, politics-reading, opinionated, little social democrat and damn proud of it.
I like my politicians thoughtful, forward-thinking, retrospective, honest, and sincere.
which means I don't like most of them.
except this guy, jimmy carter.
a while back I happened to find the crisis of confidence speech he gave to america in 1979 and if you ask me it's one of the last times a politician has been honest.
he admitted he'd made mistakes.
he said that america had made them, too.
he told the country they needed to change.
and the public tore him apart as a result.
after him came ronald reagan who imo was one of the worst things to ever happen to 'mericuh and the world but that's not what this post is about.
it's about the great, forward-thinking man that for a little while was in charge of america and is now a renowned human rights activist and peacekeeper.
he's what americans should look up to. a peanut farmer who became president and went on to do good in the world.
but they don't. they shit on him, and it's a damn shame. because that guy knew what the fuck he was doing and could have led that country to do even more great things.
so here's to you, jimmy. thanks for giving it a shot and trying to save america.
even though they didn't want to be saved.
you're a shining example of what a good man looks like.
HBD JC.
yeah I just ate 100g of dark chocolate with sea salt
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because sometimes you just have to live a little.
school year's 1/2 done
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which feels cray.
time seems to be slipping through my fingers lately
feels like it happens faster as I get older
and I'm only 24
one day I'll wake up and be 50
with my 100 cats
an older tyrone
and my bionic arm
(because it's the future, duh)
and wonder where the time went
but because it's the future I'll be able to plug into
my digital memory banks
and access this memory
of writing in this bloggy
and think
'wow, I didn't know shit about shit'
and
damn my boobs were fine.
Last weekend we got dressed up all 1920's style
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my hair was done by the lovely @t3ebz and though it took all afternoon to do and then all evening to set it was 100% worth it. look at those locks.costumes were rented and makeup was done and tyrone and john looked smashing. as always.
lovely.
Aftermath
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Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house
Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze
From a smoke-choked closet into light;
No deaths, no prodigious injuries
Glut these hunters after an old meat,
Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.
Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd sucks her last tear and turns away.
- Sylvia Plath
