A Sunday in Pictures

Because words alone seem boring at the moment. It could be because I'm drowning in Catch-22, or more likely loving it - and knowing that my own verbiage once again feels lacking. Anywho...

As I built this blog, I realized that one of my inane, random "restrictions" I gave myself for this "blog-round" seems to be hindering me - re: picture size.

I thought hey - wouldn't it be neat to purposefully take and/or create every image I use? And hey - wouldn't it be even neater to make all those images the exact same, ridiculously panoramic size and ratio?

I'm still in judging phase - but I currently believe my forced dimensions are actually ruining my original shots... time will only tell...

Let's begin:

The journey begins under an uncatchable canopy. Camera sight seems less inclined to envision the same as minds' eye.

Sightlines askew in the heart of the Distillery. And here is where dimension begins to displease me.

In for lunch for a friend and celebration. While food was good, being not a brew drinker, you'll have to ask the rest of the table for a better review.

Off to the 'rents house - Mum's garden was fairly full. First with a charging army of blue,...

... and then invaded by a staunch brigade of red,...

...watched over by towering stems of lilac, both in name and colour.

Ending in the exhaustion of one crazy pup.

Grating, annoying and persistent realization

It happens with every single blog, every single attempt - every little wish to release the pressure of the thoughts and words that are constantly building and storing and building and storing and eventually evaporating all within my head because of whatever laziness that it is that prevents me from just writing the oh-so-wonder-fucking-ful thoughts down!

Whoosh.

Always starts with an ever-lovely running, ranting, developmentally poor sentence.

It only took a day but I think the frustration and agony of looking at my life's accomplishments at 30 is beginning to settle in. I'm angry at myself - I can feel it - I know it. For all the things that I'm still dreaming about but not doing anything about.

About the precariousness of stability in my life, and the laziness that jabba-the-huts all over any possible change to the situation.

About still being unsure - still craving, wanting, needing, and not being satisfied.

I'm angry at all of it - and I'm just dying to not be angry anymore.

I turned 30 today

It was a pretty good day.

I don't think it's fully sunk in yet - but who's to say that there is anything to sink in anyway.

There are things that I wish were different in life - and then there are things that I wouldn't change in the world.

There are ambitions that I just can't let go, and others that I believe, perhaps, have met a time where they are no longer viable.

Then there is the unknown. And there's lots of that.

I've made a few decisions today that might be extremely significant, or perhaps not important at all. That's the best thing about the unknown - there's no predicting.

And hopefully - that makes it all worth it.

The really weird pain in my side...

...is now gone.

And so I guess there's no reason to write about it anymore.

Unless it's a hernia.
Or a tumour.
Or my fibroids again.
Or....

Forget it - it's gone - I'm just going to leave it at that.

myriad

This is for all the Humber grads (up to #5 now) who keep telling me the same damn, and very tired, story about the use of the word 'myriad' and have no clue - that with a little research called "looking in the dictionary" - they would realize that both they and their professor, are actually only half right.

Which also means you are half-wrong.

Please take your severely low-grade language snobbery somewhere else please.

MYR-I-AD
poetic/literary

noun
1 - a countless or extremely great number: networks connecting a myriad of computers.
2 - (chiefly in classical history) a unit of ten thousand.

adjective
countless or extremely great in number: the myriad lights of the city.
- having countless or very many elements or aspects: the myriad political scene.

ORIGIN
mid 16th cent. (sense 2 of the noun): via late Latin from Greek murias, muriad, from murioi '10,000'

USAGE
Myriad is derived from Greek noun and adjective meaning 'ten thousand'. It was first used in English as a noun in reference to a great but indefinite number. The adjectival sense of 'countless, innumerable' appeared much later. In modern English, use of myriad as a noun and adjective are equally standard and correct, despite the fact that some traditionalists consider the adjective as the only acceptable use of the word.

Listing...s

Is it wrong to use one's blog to list what I want to blog about, and yet not actually blog?

This week has basically been a whirlwind on steroids, but next week is going to be even worse - so time is non-existent... existant... existent... where the hell is the spellcheck on this thing....

Anywho - I figured the best way to remind me about all the things I WANT to blog about (so that I eventually do blog about them) is to list them here - on my blog - HA!

Anyhow - for me more than anyone else:
- Myriad (and a personal grievance)
- Be considerate. Be Safe. We're serious about blaming you.
- Trevor & Anna: Tuesday nights at the Concord Cafe
- All my burgeoning artistic peeps
- A thought about Wynnie
- This really weird pain in my side...

So I guess this list is a promise - here's all these things that I have to say and have developing in my head, and yet... can't come out - all due to time.

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Now watch - I've gone and excited myself about writing and I'll be posting all of them tonight - HA! I guess I'm going to find out how this new "future posting" thing works on this Blogger thing...

ciao!

Future posts....

Ok - so there's a ton of things I want to post about... but time is not on my side - at least in the department of gathering all the things I need to post properly... so just know - I'm not ignoring yet again, simply... stalling.