indie rock hostel!

This summer, my house is going to be the Indie Rock Hostel. Guest appearances will possibly include, journalist Shannon Webb-Campbell, photographer Erin Howe, and musicians, The Stolen Minks and Rich Aucoin.

My father is telling everyone at work. I wonder if they understand him, or if he is speaking a foreign dialect.

Night Time, Anytime, It's All Right!

Shotgun & Jaybird:

Jon-Rae & The River:

The Constantines:

This was an excellent show.

Oh so transitory.

One day, we will have order, but for now, I'll face the chaos. There used to be a time when I revelled in such stress and instability. Not anymore.

Yesterday I came home after my customary weekend in Herring Cove to find a dead plant, I mean really dead; brown and limp and wet and sad looking. When I left the poor thing it was looking better than ever, a new leaf grew everyday, and I had pulled the little thing back from the brink of death once before. I could say we had a bond. I left it in the window for the weekend, and the crack in the window let in too much cold weather and froze the little one. My other plant was also perched in the same windowsill, but seemed to fare a little better. So transported her out to HC after coming to the conclusion that it was too traumatized to live in residence any longer.

So, I cried all morning about the poor little plant, and I decided that if plants can't survive residence, than I shouldn't be there either. While sobbing I came to the conclusion that I need to pack, need to live out of a suitcase for the next month and a half. I've done it before, I can do it again. So I did laundry, and fixed up the mess and tomorrow I will set about packing up my junk. It will feel good, to take some sort of affirmative action towards leaving.

On a different note, the weather has been mixed lately, but it's been peppered with nice sunny spring days. A year ago I was cavorting around Edmonton in a depressed and bewildered daze, it's not long now until the one year mark of the great break up of 2006. I am making new memories now, I love my girlfriend dearly, I am happy and confident, I am doing things and going places and together we are changing the world.

It's nice to have new spring memories.

"Dear Diary" Friday March 9, 2007

Je suis "homeworktastic."

It is merely 11am on a Saturday morning and I have already had breakfast and a cup of coffee, migrated from Herring Cove to Halifax, locked myself out of my room, talked to the lovely Christine, finished the CKDU article for the Gazette, typed up my french homework, talked to Nicole and brushed my teeth and sent of a couple of e-mails.

What is the world coming too?

I was supposed to attend a breakfast concert with Laura peek and The Just Barely's. I probably should have gone, but I just couldn't drag myself out again, and my guilt at ignoring my homework grew too pervasive.

This afternoon includes showers, visits to girlfriends, homework, homework, homework, and possibly some essence of kitten Sam.

My life is the best life ever.

Music: The Be Good Tanya's - Human Thing

Arcade Fire Review

Excerpt from the review at the St. Louis R.F.T.

So is Neon Bible good? Yes. Is it better than Funeral? Well, apples and oranges.
Bible's the type of album on which college English classes and doctoral theses
are built — but it's also an album that, like Funeral, fosters community (just
check out any YouTube clips of recent live shows or the fevered message board
brainstorming about hidden messages). Despite questioning traditional religious
avenues, the Arcade Fire is its own self-contained religion for the
disenfranchised and searching, for post-college kids stuck in dead-end cubicle
jobs who miss using their brains and can't relate to organized worship — but
long for the mystery of the spiritual unknown.

— Annie Zaleski