Whenever I see snowfall of this magnitude, I am always puzzled that North America is the car capital of the world. Seriously. How much easier is it to clear a couple train tracks than all these roads? And to think of all those automobiles from the 'teens and 'twenties that weren't nearly as robust as what we have now, to imagine them all being made in Michigan, which is practically Canada. They wouldn't even be driveable 5 months of the year in the state they were built in.
I have had my own adventures in the snow today that began at 8:00 a.m. When I got home, my face was sure red, man. Got home, showered up and changed, but there are more horrorventures over the horrorizon.
I think my reply post on Jacob's is longer than my own post.
And Lo, the Mighty Box ascended from the Heavens and absolved all of any feeling of interest in making their own posts, sharing their own tales.
Hm, I understand, though. So much is going on for me right now, yet so little is happening right now. Like, if I was in a cartoon, this would be the part where I'm whistling and walking through a field of daisies or something before I got whomped. Things are looking good and there's no real conflict at the moment. But I know, off the top of my head, two excellent stories by members of this blog, that would make brilliant posts, but maybe it's actually bether to save them for ANOTHER MEDIUM (wink, wink).
I did my last in-class driving lesson today. We had the agent from State Farm come into class today. Before he arrived our teacher encouraged us to hound him like some old boar. One fellow did so, explaining his increasingly elaborate plan to defraud car insurance companies. When he left, our teacher reminded us that the agent was just giving us the corporate perspective and that if we wanted to do dangerous things on our own time, that was cool. Thursday I get behind the wheel for the first time ever in life. Euch! All I can think is that it's better to be here now than in ten years. It's better to be here now than in ten years. It's better to be here now... Maybe I'll like it!
I believe we should keep writing. Anyone who is reading the blog, please say "aye" in the comments box for this post. If there be nary a soul 'round, we might need to have an official referendum for realsies.
My KB start date is June 4th, for the record. And I should be coming back after my first week of work on account of it's convenient.
P.S. - Things aren't such smooth sailing for EVERYONE. No, I'm not talking about Redman!
HotDocs: Billy The Kid. There's a repeat on Sunday afternoon at the ROM. 'sfree for students. Not a student? Flash 'em an old Chinese take-out menu and see if that works. This is the best HotDoc I've seen and possibly the best documentary I've ever seen. It's a documentary about a very unique 15 year-old boy with a host of disorders that aren't explained in a conventional, sociological way, but you get the picture. Man, do you ever get the picture. I hate to gush, especially in cliched terms, but it really runs the gamut from heartwarming to heartbreaking to hilarious to horribly, unwatchably awkward. I literally had to block my face with my hands at certain points because it was so AWKWARD! I won't say too much now, for it really must be seen by all who can. Like I said, quite possibly the best doc I've ever seen. I'll probably do a "formal" write up for MONDO with some other mini-reviews of pictars I get a peek at.
Last night while out to see Billy The Kid, (naw, truthfully we were tryna see Let's All Hate Toronto, but didn't get in) I ran into various Ghosts of The Past. Reagan and Nigel at th' Bloor of course, Rael Jan at the Green Room and then Eric from UFA on the street.
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Driving lessons are a fun and unique experience. Heh... My driver is a real joker. He likes to tell us to stop for cops and not try to outdrive them, because they have special driving courses and they could getcha. He went on a two minute rant about how he never wears his seatbelt and they shouldn't make you do it by law, but since it is a law, do it, cause it could cost you two points. He has dreadlocks and glasses. He doesn't believe that climate change is occuring.
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It's been a while since I listened to Newark-area rap artist, Redman.