I didn't get the job--either of them--that I applied for. Apparently
the other applicants have more work experience. I was told on the phone
thirty minutes before leaving for the staff Christmas
party....news which SURELY put me right in that cheery holiday spirit.
The knock on my pride from everyone knowing I applied yet didn't get
it, combined with the expectation to be fun and happy and party-esque,
was almost intolerable. The only consolation was the key lime pie I
made and brought for the party.

Then I got a "Happy Holidays" card from the bosses, telling me to have
a great Christmas, even though they scheduled me to work for part of
Christmas Eve day, Christmas Day itself, Boxing Day, New Years Eve, and
New Years Day. This holiday season is already gearing up to be a real
cheerfest.

I'm just pissy, and I'll probably feel better in the morning.

Yesterday I saw a fox just outside the gates to my apartment complex. It was really quite a beautiful creature.

Today is a mass laundry day. I haven't done laundry in an
embarrassingly long time. So today, I've declared war on all my dirty
vestments and the like. It's unpleasant labour, but ultimately
rewarding....in that I'm....uhh....clean.

In other news, it's FREEZING here. Last night I walked half a block
downtown and I thought my face was going to freeze right off. I would
have become one of those made-for-tv movies: The Man With the Frozen Face.
Inevitably, in this unlucky tale, I would begin a charity walk through
some arctic wasteland, in defiance of the clime that originally
threatened my life, and conquer it, but only to be lingering close to
death. I would likely die, and a charity foundation (for, say, victims
of frostbite and brain freeze) would be instituted in my memory.

Luckily none of this happened, though...and I entered the pub, quickly
ordered a coffee with Bailey's, and was a happy, warm-faced camper.

I have naught else to report. Still waiting to hear about the job. It
makes me nervous! Ahhh well, I'll be fine either way. Cause "...I'm a
survivor, I'm not gon' give up, I'm not gon' stop (what), I'm gon' work
harder..."

Drew out.

Haiku Freitag:

Unendliche Ferne

Flug um des Fliegens willen

zeitlos und ziellos

So, I applied for a better position at the Boys & Girls Club here
in Calgary, but I'm not sure that I'll get it. There's some good,
healthy competition. So I hope the best (wo)man gets the job.

Oh, who am I kidding?....I hope I get it. Haha.

Currently watching a collaboration between paragons of electronica,
Daft Punk, and famed anime artist, Leiji Matsumoto.  This thing is
brilliant.  It tells an entire story through the music of Daft
Punk's 2001 album, "Discovery." There is no dialogue whatsoever--only
Matsumoto's classically-styled sort of retro-anime to guide the watcher
along. Ahhh, yes.

Drew's Rating:

Haiku Friday

Beyond my window
A dead tree. And snow. And cold
And yet I love it

Ambient music always makes me nostalgic. Lots of things make me nostalgic.

I'm reminded at this moment that today will soon be the past, and often
I long for the past. Why, then, are we always so eager to move on from
the present? When I look back on times when I've been really happy, I
also remember always looking forward--to that next Christmas or summer
vacation. To the next day off. To the next place life would lead. All
the while, I had friends who cared, fabulous surroundings, etc.

Just the thoughts of ambient-induced nostalgia. It shall pass.

But as I sifted through my pics of Europe, I came across this one. On
an almost perfect day in Basel, Switzerland, myself and two lovely
friends spent the day meandering, eating, drinking along the
Rhine...taking pics of the city and of each other, and just having a
really really good time. It was so memorable. And I wonder....did she
ever get HER pics developed?! And I wonder....is there a mirror image
of me, like this, on her roll of film?

Like raclette cheese, beer, coffee, Jeff Buckley and pickled beets, Bjork has been an acquired taste for me.

And just like raclette cheese, beer, coffee, Jeff Buckley and pickled
beets, I've come to really dig her. What I mean is, the cheese, beer,
coffee, Buckley and beets don't dig her; I do.

Other acquired tastes: Xanga, laptop touch pads, soy milk, tofu,
Google, the Liberal government, kimchi, The Darkness, socks that aren't
white, moustache growth, humidity, American Idol, and the smell of my
college roommate's cocoa butter in the morning as he literally covered
himself from head to toe in a thick layer of greasy, coconutty cream.
Okay, maybe I never acquired that taste.

Tastes I never acquired: oysters, foie gras, caviar, haggis,
livejournal, myspace.com, durian, Yahoo!, The Amazing Race, and the
Beastie Boys.

I hate the Beastie Boys.

This is a pretty pointless entry, but I shall post it nonetheless. I hope everyone had wonderful weekends!

~DREW~

Haiku Friday

All my Haikus are vicious today. Mean and spiteful. I think maybe cause I'm listening to Ani DiFranco.
That's my excuse anyway.
But no one wants a vicious Haiku; Haiku Friday is supposed to be a fun activity, right?
Ok, so here I go...

Disorienting:
Waking up to the smell of
A roasting turkey.

I asked a British friend today if it was cold in London. He replied:

"Not too cold - nothing a light sensible cardie and regular mosturising can't keep at bay Have you got your bobble hat on?"

I love it.