I went to It's All Gone Pete Tong yesterday.. It was really good. Good enough to write about it here.
It's set in Ibiza, which is a beautiful party island, i gotta say i enjoy the international locales for movies and otherwise..
There was dance music everywhere!!
There were some austrian dudes who spoke german! (whether or not there's some german that I actually understand somehow incorporated into the movie usually makes it or breaks it for me.. and they interviewed Paul Van Dyk briefly, who is um basically awesome and he's from germany.. but he was speaking english, with a german accent..so that counts for something i think)
It's about a very famous very popular very rich very drug addicted dj who eventually ends up completely losing his hearing.. it shows him making it big, then going deaf and denying it, the wife leaving him problem, the nobody wanting to talk to him cause he was suddenly useless problem, then some (aka a huge amount) of trouble coping with it.. and then his come-back.. which I didn't actually expect, I mean I kind of assumed he wouldn't ever have a come-back.. a deaf dj? give me a break.
So, in the end (sorry to ruin it) you kind of get the feeling that this guy is actually better off having gone deaf. And I'll admit that I have a soft spot for stories where something completely horifying happens and something good arises from it.. (at least that's how they made it seem in the movie... and the movie must be the truth.. cause it was based on the truth, right?)
JA JA DAS IST GUT!!
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
It's all Gone Pete Tong
Yesterday i didn't have to come to work, because I was at Multicultural Day sitting at a table for Canada World Youth watching the zombies without any fashion sense scurry through on their coffee breaks.. I had to talk about how great Canada World Youth is, and how everybody should do it, and sing! and dance! And I even met some guy who went to Charlottetown, and we had a good chat about the advanced recycling system and the McLobsters and island directions.. (turn right at Doctor McLeod's house.. and hang a left on the corner where Billy's dog died.. .. but there's no sign on the doctor's house.. oh it's cause Dr. McLeod died 36 years ago....basically if you haven't lived there for the past 154 yrs, you have no way of understanding directions. Luckily the island is only 7 km across and has 1 set of lights.._)
Anyways, Tuesday nights.. the night to win a bike at the perro negro. It's harder than it looks.
Last week, I met this dude (he assured me he wasn't a deadbeat and he was VERY sincere.. so all I really know about him is that he is a deadbeat and he's insincere) well anyways this dude was walking down Whyte ave a few weeks ago and the next thing he remembers was being in a hospital. He apparantly passed out and doesn't remember anything between.. and some guy came up to him at the pero negro and was like "oh man! you were the guy passed out on the sidewalks for a LONG time and NOBODY helped you! Nobody.. not one person.. eventually a bus driver called an ambulance.. but you were there for quite awhile." and then this insincere deabeat was like "what? a long time? nobody helped? why didn' t you help? you obviously saw the whole thing happen!".. he was pretty distraught. He says he didn't look homeless that day, and he could have died you know? and nobody would have cared enough to go and see if he was okay.. it's quite alarming really.. I like to think I would have helped him, but deep down I know I probably wouldn't have cared either..
In non-people being dead on the inside news, TEssa is coming to town! Like Santa, but less beard, and no song.. although I guess we could make one. I haven't seen her in 11 months.. and it seems like yesterday. This is all very exciting.
What's a seg weigh? ten pounds.
Okay, more people being dead on the inside news.. THE Edmonton Sun--what's up? there's a box near my house, and I always read the headlines. I've come to the conclusion that they ALWAYS have one of the following words in them:
KILL, RAPE, DEAD, DEATH, MURDER, SEX, RAPE, ASSAULT, SEXUAL ASSAULT, HOCKEY, KILLED, BURNT ALIVE, ACCIDENT, RAPED AND BURNT ALIVE AT A HOCKEY GAME
Okay, I'm exagerrrating a bit.. there was actually one day where none of these words appeared, but there were 2 girls on top of eachother. In what looked like a rugby game. It's nice to see them acknowleding local hardworking athletes.
So, I guess that's the news.. but if that's the news, I don't care about the news. If I were to spend 10 minutes of my day reading about what's happening in the world, I wouldn't want it to be that some girl living in an apartment down the street from me was robbed and beaten and had her arms cut off..(that didn't actually happen.. well, actually I don't know, cause I haven't been reading the paper) I mean knowing this won't change anything. It's terrible, for sure. But if you start acknowledging everything terrible that happens, then.. you'd be pretty busy.. and depressed.
And, if something like this happend to me, I'm not sure if I'd want everybody and their dog to be reading about the gory details of my trauma as they drink coffee and eat Lucky Charms..
well, i have a feeling tonight will be the night to win a bike. I have "blowing in the wind" in my head.. Actually, I'm not sure if that's what the song is called, but the words go something like "the answer is blowing in the wind." and well.. I always imagine "answers" flying around and knocking people out.. like the answer is really just some random debris.. I wonder if tht's what Bob Dylan thought when he was writing the song..
Anyways, Tuesday nights.. the night to win a bike at the perro negro. It's harder than it looks.
Last week, I met this dude (he assured me he wasn't a deadbeat and he was VERY sincere.. so all I really know about him is that he is a deadbeat and he's insincere) well anyways this dude was walking down Whyte ave a few weeks ago and the next thing he remembers was being in a hospital. He apparantly passed out and doesn't remember anything between.. and some guy came up to him at the pero negro and was like "oh man! you were the guy passed out on the sidewalks for a LONG time and NOBODY helped you! Nobody.. not one person.. eventually a bus driver called an ambulance.. but you were there for quite awhile." and then this insincere deabeat was like "what? a long time? nobody helped? why didn' t you help? you obviously saw the whole thing happen!".. he was pretty distraught. He says he didn't look homeless that day, and he could have died you know? and nobody would have cared enough to go and see if he was okay.. it's quite alarming really.. I like to think I would have helped him, but deep down I know I probably wouldn't have cared either..
In non-people being dead on the inside news, TEssa is coming to town! Like Santa, but less beard, and no song.. although I guess we could make one. I haven't seen her in 11 months.. and it seems like yesterday. This is all very exciting.
What's a seg weigh? ten pounds.
Okay, more people being dead on the inside news.. THE Edmonton Sun--what's up? there's a box near my house, and I always read the headlines. I've come to the conclusion that they ALWAYS have one of the following words in them:
KILL, RAPE, DEAD, DEATH, MURDER, SEX, RAPE, ASSAULT, SEXUAL ASSAULT, HOCKEY, KILLED, BURNT ALIVE, ACCIDENT, RAPED AND BURNT ALIVE AT A HOCKEY GAME
Okay, I'm exagerrrating a bit.. there was actually one day where none of these words appeared, but there were 2 girls on top of eachother. In what looked like a rugby game. It's nice to see them acknowleding local hardworking athletes.
So, I guess that's the news.. but if that's the news, I don't care about the news. If I were to spend 10 minutes of my day reading about what's happening in the world, I wouldn't want it to be that some girl living in an apartment down the street from me was robbed and beaten and had her arms cut off..(that didn't actually happen.. well, actually I don't know, cause I haven't been reading the paper) I mean knowing this won't change anything. It's terrible, for sure. But if you start acknowledging everything terrible that happens, then.. you'd be pretty busy.. and depressed.
And, if something like this happend to me, I'm not sure if I'd want everybody and their dog to be reading about the gory details of my trauma as they drink coffee and eat Lucky Charms..
well, i have a feeling tonight will be the night to win a bike. I have "blowing in the wind" in my head.. Actually, I'm not sure if that's what the song is called, but the words go something like "the answer is blowing in the wind." and well.. I always imagine "answers" flying around and knocking people out.. like the answer is really just some random debris.. I wonder if tht's what Bob Dylan thought when he was writing the song..
Monday, June 20, 2005
unofficial unfinished unedited unsensical underpriveledged Love it, remix it!
today i'm having a bad hair day. Even after I put it into a pony tail, it still sticks straight out. people spend hours and hours trying to get their hair this wacky. all i have to do is .. nothing!
A jehovah's witness came to read some passages from the bible to me while I was waiting for the bus. The passage he chose was something to do with "wouldn't it be amazing to live in peace?" and "wouldn't it be amazing to live forever?" He wasn't as cute as the mormons that accosted me last time, but I still listened to his spiel. I thought about what he said.. seemed a bit rhetorical..do you like peace? of course I like peace. but i can't go around promoting peace or telling people they should just be peaceful.. i've never lived anywhere where there's been some type of conflict. Nobody ever stole my land, killed my mom, blew up my puppy, etc. So I can't really be too self-righteous about how everybody should be peaceful.. All I know is that I don't even get along with my brother. I'm thinking until I achieve peace within my own family, I can't tell anybody about "peace".
And the second part of his spiel.. "do you want to live forever?". I thought about it, and had my bus not come, I would have told him that I didn't want to live forever. Forever is a long time. And why should I get to live forever when everybody else only got to live like .. less than forever. And doesn't life mean something because we know it'll end? (some might argue about this) If I knew I was gonna live forever, I wouldn't DO ANYTHING! Procrastination to the max, let me tell ya. I could do that tomorrow, or next week, or next year or next decade or next century.. so it would be the opposite of the profound "what would you do if you knew you were to die tomorrow?" THAT 24hrs. is meant to be very efficient.
wait a minute, I guess this would all depend on the details of this "living forever" would I be healthy? Will my body just freeze at a certain age? Will I just look 21 forever? That could be interesting. I could seriously be transient and travel around wtih multiple lives.. but it would be depressing.. cause you'd have to relocate few years, after your friends get old and realize that you're NOT getting old. Weird. weird. weird. I could devote tons of time to mastering all languages, maybe even english. I would be seriously creepy though. Definately give off some bad vibes.
Okay, there's a dude out the window who is standing in the middle of the street. He might be waiting for the bus, but you'd think he should use a bus stop for that. He kind of steps back only if a car comes.. it's a bit creepy actually. maybe somebody told him he's gonna live forever..??
oh yeah, thank you misstress barbara. i'm not sure if i like her cause I know she's a girl or if her being a girl so that makes me enjoy her mixes more.. like i can sense her gender in each track.. (??????) the only reason she's successful is cause she mixes as flawlessly as a guy, so that can't be it. germans have an expression "die bewegt mich" which means "it moves me" and not in a physical way either.. althought that too, cause I could dance to this. I think this expression applies. Und es ist auch ein Ohrwurm VIEL Spass noch!
and postsecret.blogspot.com is pretty entertaining (the word entertaining is very ambiguous), i recommend it..
A jehovah's witness came to read some passages from the bible to me while I was waiting for the bus. The passage he chose was something to do with "wouldn't it be amazing to live in peace?" and "wouldn't it be amazing to live forever?" He wasn't as cute as the mormons that accosted me last time, but I still listened to his spiel. I thought about what he said.. seemed a bit rhetorical..do you like peace? of course I like peace. but i can't go around promoting peace or telling people they should just be peaceful.. i've never lived anywhere where there's been some type of conflict. Nobody ever stole my land, killed my mom, blew up my puppy, etc. So I can't really be too self-righteous about how everybody should be peaceful.. All I know is that I don't even get along with my brother. I'm thinking until I achieve peace within my own family, I can't tell anybody about "peace".
And the second part of his spiel.. "do you want to live forever?". I thought about it, and had my bus not come, I would have told him that I didn't want to live forever. Forever is a long time. And why should I get to live forever when everybody else only got to live like .. less than forever. And doesn't life mean something because we know it'll end? (some might argue about this) If I knew I was gonna live forever, I wouldn't DO ANYTHING! Procrastination to the max, let me tell ya. I could do that tomorrow, or next week, or next year or next decade or next century.. so it would be the opposite of the profound "what would you do if you knew you were to die tomorrow?" THAT 24hrs. is meant to be very efficient.
wait a minute, I guess this would all depend on the details of this "living forever" would I be healthy? Will my body just freeze at a certain age? Will I just look 21 forever? That could be interesting. I could seriously be transient and travel around wtih multiple lives.. but it would be depressing.. cause you'd have to relocate few years, after your friends get old and realize that you're NOT getting old. Weird. weird. weird. I could devote tons of time to mastering all languages, maybe even english. I would be seriously creepy though. Definately give off some bad vibes.
Okay, there's a dude out the window who is standing in the middle of the street. He might be waiting for the bus, but you'd think he should use a bus stop for that. He kind of steps back only if a car comes.. it's a bit creepy actually. maybe somebody told him he's gonna live forever..??
oh yeah, thank you misstress barbara. i'm not sure if i like her cause I know she's a girl or if her being a girl so that makes me enjoy her mixes more.. like i can sense her gender in each track.. (??????) the only reason she's successful is cause she mixes as flawlessly as a guy, so that can't be it. germans have an expression "die bewegt mich" which means "it moves me" and not in a physical way either.. althought that too, cause I could dance to this. I think this expression applies. Und es ist auch ein Ohrwurm VIEL Spass noch!
and postsecret.blogspot.com is pretty entertaining (the word entertaining is very ambiguous), i recommend it..
Monday, June 13, 2005
Reality is for people who can't face drugs
David Letterman's top ten numbers between 1 and 10
10.............seven
9.............. eight point five
8............... three
7............... four
6. ..............eight
5. ..............one
4............... ten
3................ two
2. ...............nine
and the number one number between one and ten is.. 6 and 5 (it's a tie)
I'm not sure if it's actually funny or not, but for some reason I can't stop laughing about this.
I had a decent weekend. Nothing too crazy went on, but I'm still not especially eager to focus devoted attention to my job for the next 70% of my awake hours for the next 5 days.. I wonder if there's any type of weekend that I could have that would make me want to go to work. Maybe if my apartment flooded, I'd be happy to go to work, cause it would be dry. Or maybe if my apartment burned down, i'd be happy to go cause it wouldn't be charcoaly and stinky. or maybe I should just stop bitching, shower and go to sleep.. that's one of my pet peeves.. (thus making me a huge hypocrite).. when people work for the majority of the day and then spend the rest of the day complaing about their job. It's sad that the free time is spent complaing about how the non-free time wasn't free time.
Now that I'm onto the topic of pet peeves, I might as well share more of my ignorant opinions. I don't want to offend anybody here!! (or do I?)
- LOW FAT BUTTER! almost as ridiculous as NO FAT BUTTER. Butter IS fat! I think butter is hebrew for fat! (oh wait, no) Either eat it and love it or find something else to eat. like oysters. or pancakes. or margarine.
- U of A sweatshirts worn by U of A students.. (same goes for all other universities and college "gear")
"so, what do you DO WITH YOU LIFE?" .. go to school?????are you a full-time student or what?!! what school, huh? Dalhousie? Brock? buy expensive ugly sweatshirts much? put your fashion sense and/or creativity into the paper shredder lately???" That's what I thought. It's like they think they're better than everybody because they go to the U of A.. and they have to share this with the world, as if the world cares..
I hate to break it to you, but there is no prestige in the U of A.. ever since they let me in.. well that's all the things that have bugged me a bit over the past few hours. MORe to come, i'm sure. WHEEEEE!!!!
SLEEP tight and remember boys and girls to dream while you're awake and complain while you're sleeping.
10.............seven
9.............. eight point five
8............... three
7............... four
6. ..............eight
5. ..............one
4............... ten
3................ two
2. ...............nine
and the number one number between one and ten is.. 6 and 5 (it's a tie)
I'm not sure if it's actually funny or not, but for some reason I can't stop laughing about this.
I had a decent weekend. Nothing too crazy went on, but I'm still not especially eager to focus devoted attention to my job for the next 70% of my awake hours for the next 5 days.. I wonder if there's any type of weekend that I could have that would make me want to go to work. Maybe if my apartment flooded, I'd be happy to go to work, cause it would be dry. Or maybe if my apartment burned down, i'd be happy to go cause it wouldn't be charcoaly and stinky. or maybe I should just stop bitching, shower and go to sleep.. that's one of my pet peeves.. (thus making me a huge hypocrite).. when people work for the majority of the day and then spend the rest of the day complaing about their job. It's sad that the free time is spent complaing about how the non-free time wasn't free time.
Now that I'm onto the topic of pet peeves, I might as well share more of my ignorant opinions. I don't want to offend anybody here!! (or do I?)
- LOW FAT BUTTER! almost as ridiculous as NO FAT BUTTER. Butter IS fat! I think butter is hebrew for fat! (oh wait, no) Either eat it and love it or find something else to eat. like oysters. or pancakes. or margarine.
- U of A sweatshirts worn by U of A students.. (same goes for all other universities and college "gear")
"so, what do you DO WITH YOU LIFE?" .. go to school?????are you a full-time student or what?!! what school, huh? Dalhousie? Brock? buy expensive ugly sweatshirts much? put your fashion sense and/or creativity into the paper shredder lately???" That's what I thought. It's like they think they're better than everybody because they go to the U of A.. and they have to share this with the world, as if the world cares..
I hate to break it to you, but there is no prestige in the U of A.. ever since they let me in.. well that's all the things that have bugged me a bit over the past few hours. MORe to come, i'm sure. WHEEEEE!!!!
SLEEP tight and remember boys and girls to dream while you're awake and complain while you're sleeping.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Monday, June 06, 2005
Armand Van Helden is one of the cooler americans..
MOnday morning. I got to work 15 minutes early. It's actually very peaceful here so early. Nobody else has arrived, and I haven't had the opportunity to mess up my desk yet, so I can enjoy looking at my empty desk.. it's actually a really pretty wood, I never really noticed before cause of my messiness problem..
Well the weekend was pretty good I think. I don't really remember.. I saw an awesome movie called Up and Down (I think) and it was from the Czech Republic, and it totally reminded me of Russia. My host mom in Russia was alot like the mom in this movie. They both wear wigs cause they want to look pretty, but their wigs are actually uglier than their natural hair. I could even follow what was going on for the entire time, even though it wasn't in english, which is pretty exciting cause I often have a hard time following english movies.
I was walking past Jenn's apartment last night and I wanted to go up to visit her.. and sure enough.. King Ralph was getting back too .. and we rode the elevator together. The reason this was memorable was because he was eating a hamburger and fries.. and it smelled up the elevator.. like fries.. and I hadn't eaten supper and was really hungry. So I went to try and find a hamburger and any place that sold hamburgers was closed! There should be some sort of rule.. like hamburgers should be available for as long as the sun is up.. I had to settle for Tim Hortons, which was not quite the same thing.. Jenn and I hung out at the Tim Hortons.. the guy working there gave us a free donut cause he said I look like a "good person." He started jabbing at the till pretending to aim for the "donut" button, and purposely missing it every time. It was refreshing to see somebody in the service industry who is alert, cheerful, has a sense of humour and doesn't despise the customers.. well maybe he had just been there too long and was dilusional. Hard to say. OH yeah back to the King Ralph, I think I should leave some DJ David Suzuki books outside of his door.. probably wouldn't do much good though..reading is probably bad for the economy.. and I'd have to get them simplified into a grade 8 reading level..
I walked all the way to the Italian Grocery store which is by the way really far and in a really freaky part of town. But it was a great walk. Edmonton is so weird.. you walk for one block, and it's pretty old trees and neat old houses with kids running around.. and I feel totally safe. Then you turn the corner and it's mobs of sketchy homeless people who are dancing on the street..
Both add alot of character to the city, but it always throws me off how the city is divided into these weird little subsections... one block of hookers, then one block of churches, then a nice safeway shopping complex, then a beautiful park, then an empty field of mud that looks like it should have landminds in it, then a run-down ghost town block with about 80% of the businesses closed.. maybe all cities are like this, i've just never payed that close attention..
Well the weekend was pretty good I think. I don't really remember.. I saw an awesome movie called Up and Down (I think) and it was from the Czech Republic, and it totally reminded me of Russia. My host mom in Russia was alot like the mom in this movie. They both wear wigs cause they want to look pretty, but their wigs are actually uglier than their natural hair. I could even follow what was going on for the entire time, even though it wasn't in english, which is pretty exciting cause I often have a hard time following english movies.
I was walking past Jenn's apartment last night and I wanted to go up to visit her.. and sure enough.. King Ralph was getting back too .. and we rode the elevator together. The reason this was memorable was because he was eating a hamburger and fries.. and it smelled up the elevator.. like fries.. and I hadn't eaten supper and was really hungry. So I went to try and find a hamburger and any place that sold hamburgers was closed! There should be some sort of rule.. like hamburgers should be available for as long as the sun is up.. I had to settle for Tim Hortons, which was not quite the same thing.. Jenn and I hung out at the Tim Hortons.. the guy working there gave us a free donut cause he said I look like a "good person." He started jabbing at the till pretending to aim for the "donut" button, and purposely missing it every time. It was refreshing to see somebody in the service industry who is alert, cheerful, has a sense of humour and doesn't despise the customers.. well maybe he had just been there too long and was dilusional. Hard to say. OH yeah back to the King Ralph, I think I should leave some DJ David Suzuki books outside of his door.. probably wouldn't do much good though..reading is probably bad for the economy.. and I'd have to get them simplified into a grade 8 reading level..
I walked all the way to the Italian Grocery store which is by the way really far and in a really freaky part of town. But it was a great walk. Edmonton is so weird.. you walk for one block, and it's pretty old trees and neat old houses with kids running around.. and I feel totally safe. Then you turn the corner and it's mobs of sketchy homeless people who are dancing on the street..
Both add alot of character to the city, but it always throws me off how the city is divided into these weird little subsections... one block of hookers, then one block of churches, then a nice safeway shopping complex, then a beautiful park, then an empty field of mud that looks like it should have landminds in it, then a run-down ghost town block with about 80% of the businesses closed.. maybe all cities are like this, i've just never payed that close attention..
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