What a great, event-filled fucking day. Normally, I tend to want to isolate myself from the world on the weekends. I want to be alone, and to hold the world at bay. Today, I don’t know… I’m proud of the world. I’m happy to be interacting in it. I’m happy to be alive, and ecstatic…
Fuzzy shot of the front door. Ten bucks at the door (donation), and in return I got myself some stickers and a few posters. Well worth it, in my book. I was excited to see what was going on, but the moment I walked inside and looked around… I had this sort of deer-in-the-headlights moment….
Sorry if today’s entry seems a little rushed. Got home, started updating this page, and now I’m heading out to a gallery. I’ve enjoyed the stickers I’ve found around the city immensely, and hope to meet some of the folks responsible for this. If nothing else, I want to show some support for what, to…
I arrive at Justin’s (20 minutes late), and all of us stand around, discussing what we’re going to do. When I bring up the "West" bit, Alex turns to me and says "West? No no no, we’re so past that. It’s Southwest now." And so we’re off. Most of the day looked like this. Overcast,…
Last night, Alex, Justin and I were talking about a road trip. Somewhere. Last night, we agreed to meet at 8:00 AM. What was I thinking? *yawn* Should be an interesting day. Mainly because I have no idea what we’re doing, or where we’re going. Well, I have some idea. I remember Justin said something…
Inner Town Pub. This palce is literally a stone’s throw away from Justin’s apartment. Three or four doors down the street. Things ended between Justin and Emma. So we all talked a long while about women, about relationships. Alex and I talked with Justin when he needed to get things off his chest, and we…
Alex is in town, to do some work for Stu and to help out with some freelance work. Just got a call from Justin. When I asked him how he was, he said "Not well." They’re going over to Intertown Pub, and I’m meeting them there. Justin’s week-long no-drinking ends tomorrow. But it looks like…
On the way home, I walked by a woman who was holding a one year old outside a local pizza joint. She was trying to get her daughter to wave goodbye to another one year old, who was waving from inside with her father. I just happened onto the last moments, as they left the…
From: JulietTo: FelixSubj: love & memory Felix, I just read your poem from the 13th. Itís got me thinking (good sign for you, Mr. Poet). Iím wondering if there can be love without memory. I mean, if you could remember nothing about the person next to you, would you know enough about them to love…
On the train in, I was standing in front of a kid (seated) who had his guitar with him. Not a hard shell case, but one of those zipper ones that’s almost in the shape of the guitar itself. He had a keychain on the zipper, that said: No Autographs, Please. I really should have…
by Felix Jung If I could choose the illness that would finish me, I’d want the one that slowly eats away at memory, to lose the splinters of my life a little at a time. I’d be a tree in Fall, my mind a hearty oak that spent a lifetime growing strong, to wind up…
rypunked: hurry up and finish your blog! rypunked: i want something to read rypunked: i’m bored :P Portnoy: rofl Portnoy: Working on a poem right now. Portnoy: Should be up a bit later. rypunked: about puppets? :D Portnoy: Surprisingly, on beer #4 which is hahahahaha rypunked: j/k ;) Portnoy: That sounds like a challenge! Portnoy:…
rypunked: totally off the subject of corey feldman, i also love all those fantasy films like neverending story, legend… Portnoy: omg Portnoy: :love: rypunked: and that one that totally just slipped my mind rypunked: starts with an L Portnoy: Labyrinth! rypunked: YES!!! Portnoy: :D Portnoy: hehehe rypunked: i love that fucking movie Portnoy: Muppets and…
Katie stopped in to the office late this evening. She’s planning on coming back to Q101 this Winter, although her exact role is a bit up the air. Part time, she’ll be working with Fook; part time, she’ll be working with the Marketing/Promotions department. I talked with Katie a good long while, after work. I…
by Felix Jung A man in front of me, his hand against the glass partition, starts to fall asleep while standing. Staring at his wedding ring depresses me, and makes me wish I was in love again. His head is bowed, as though the day has broken him already. Half in prayer, his palm against…