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[Nov. 6th, 2007|03:22 pm] |
I think that the only reason Heroes keeps me interested is my need for killer layering: only time travel can keep my ADD'd brain happy, as it keeps me wondering about what is going on in other realities.
Also:
Depending on the next episode, Season 2 may have just turned into the most convoluted love story ever.
May have.
I would've expected him to be so much sneakier, what with time travel and all.
Also:
How many bad guys are there this time around? And where the hell did shocker girl go? And muscle dudette? And the loser twins? There are too many episodes this season that lack too many characters. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2007|12:34 pm] |
The stats for "The Yorkshire" to "Gord's Bedroom".
Time (H:MM:SS): 1:58:58
Average (KM/H): 23.6
Door-to-door (KM): 47.0
Max Speed (KM/H): 66.1 KM/H
And to think...I learned how to ride three months ago. |
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| Fate being a strange thing again... |
[Sep. 25th, 2007|03:24 pm] |
First, a free bicycle.
Then, a free trumpet.
25 points to whoever correctly finds the same link between these two objects that I have found. |
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| A reminder. |
[Sep. 19th, 2007|10:32 am] |
All of my friends are pretty damned amazing.
For one, Geoff Ball is hilarious, and at the same time is beautiful to hear him talk about his amazement at the things he learning, or learning anew. Also, helping to create pirate invasions makes anyone a formidable ally.
John and Adam, thank you for advising me. It's hard to be reminded that I'm young, but you're right, and often you are more specifically right as well.
Teal and Katelyn, you are wonderful people to have around, and your grace constantly amazes me.
Adam and Teal, thank you for being so creative and artsy and deliciously just so.
Geoff and Katelyn, thank you for having awesome things going on in your life, and forcing your friends to be a part of them.
Vince, I miss you, kid.
The friendship role that my family has taken on is pretty damn cool too. One is never the peer of their parent, or sibling, or anything other relation, but to be able to chill with them is really awesome, meaning that they're really awesome.
ALSO.
I miss a bunch of my 'family'. If you find and/or are any of the following people, I need to hang out with them soon:
Jamielynn, of Bread and Roses Cafe fame.
Taylor Lindsay, and her mother.
Wendy Manning, who taught me sailing school when I was approximately 8 years old.
Drew Appleton and family.
Emily Sheepy.
Takanya Marsh.
Justin Fetterolf.
'jeeb, Tex, Brent, Jordan...that whole gang.
'Doom'.
Camenzuli, but he's up North.
If you feel you've been left out, let me know. I probably miss you too, just missed you as well as missing you. |
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| That festival... |
[May. 10th, 2007|08:48 am] |
As for the status in the stratus, I'm back out and down to Earth, though, my ego is definitely still up there.
And I definitely don't have the time to be writing here, but I need, again, to get back to more writing, and more reading too.
The festival was all kinds of amazing, and all of the things I expected to go wrong did, WHICH MEANT that nothing that I didn't expect to go wrong did, which in turn meant I had the answers ready.
Musical highlights:
The Acoustics were amazing, and I was so glad to get up and jam with the Confederacy of Funk; they're playing PPJ's this fine eve, and one may or may not be able to spot me on the crowded stage too.
I was so glad to see Cecilia, Teal, Adam, and Geoff and Ross and Caroline get up on the stage of deliciousness, and prove it delicious.
Tom Mays brought out a substantial crew, as did the Dada Dance Company, as well as the glorious, planned at the last minute, asked to go up onstage an hour before they thought they would be, appearance of TGSON and Main Event.
Visual highlights:
THAT MANY PEOPLE on King William.
Diana and the fire dancing...my greatness, it was the perfect way to draw into the night.
The Dada Dance Company.
Quotes:
"You have eyes like no other." - Caroline's Mother
"I was really good! I didn't drop any f-bombs!" - Ross
"Hey, guys, I'm trying to say some heartfelt shit here..." - Tarek, the Funk AmBASSador
Feel free to ass other quotes you remember...now it's time for work...come visit! |
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| Mayday Festival of Liberation |
[May. 5th, 2007|02:58 pm] |
This Gord Simmons, reporting live from the Mayday Festival of Liberation, as Adam Carter rocks the hell out of the stage. That's right, no more hell in that stage. It's pure as...er...something really pure.
In any case, the whole world should get down here: lots more music going down this fine eve...The Acoustics, Prologic, Confederacy of Funk, and rumours of some of your friendly neighbourhood beatboxers...
Anyway, that's the status in the stratus...I'm out. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2007|05:25 pm] |
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I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
See, to me, that's the cool piece, and I was glad to find it. The rest of the poem doesn't get me the same way. But here it is, in full form: 'I Have Gone Marking', by Pablo Neruda, as translated in 1969 by W.S. Merwin.
I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,
sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad.
A swan, a tree, something far away and happy.
The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season.
I who lived in a harbor from which I loved you.
The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.
Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
The way nets cannot hold water.
My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling.
Even so, something sings in these fugitive words.
Something sings, something climbs to my ravenous mouth.
Oh to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy.
Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.
My sad tenderness, what comes over you all at once?
When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit
my heart closes like a nocturnal flower.
It feels like something was lost in translation. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2007|12:31 am] |
Then, he walked into the forest, alone and resolute, to rend himself a warrior out of the very fabric of his life.
He would float on the wind, and learn grace beyond that possible of a single man...he would learn that gracious men lead graceful lives.
He learned to let go to the river, and float along downstream. Darting from openings between rocks to falls and rapids that made the trip all the more exciting. It was true that he alone could not know where he would end up...he would learn that those who learn to place trust in fate are often much more worthy of trust.
He would climb the trees, dashing quickly and spryly up them, able to answer any challenge they presented. He would learn to give them respect regardless of the challenge...only those respectful are in any way respectable.
He would dance like fire, in fire, with fire. Living only in that immediate moment, breathing passion into everyone that saw that dance, he would set hearts and minds aflame. Acknowledging that a fire dies, he would fuel it until it could be fed no longer, and then roast marshmallows. If one gives enough, one will later reap the rewards...he would learn to give his all to each moment, hoping that each moment might give its all.
Somewhere along the line, he would recall a day where he sang with birds, and he would stop.
Just for a moment.
Then he would proceed with his next task, his next project...he would learn to work, and then feast, for a feast cannot appear from nothing.
30 days until 1 day, then he feasts. 50 days from that day, another feast. 70 days from that second day, and then he will feast again. About 90 days after that, it's my birthday. Another good day for a feast. |
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| I love it when... |
[Jan. 27th, 2007|05:47 pm] |
...I go see a play full of some of my favouritest people and they rock my socks off. (LLL, yo.)
...I go see Don Ross at the Hamilton Place Studio Theatre and have my socks rocked off again.
...I try and play along with 'No-Adjectives Day', and the realisations about little things leave me wondering if I should go buy new socks.
...I go to a bookstore and they give me 50 bucks for a lot of old books I'll never read. Now I can go buy new socks!
Love's Labours Lost did a rather interesting thing to my psyche: it suggested leaving the concept of love on the side until the moment comes along, but not being an idiot about it when it does come along. This IS the way to do it, really, and though that is not quite the way the characters handle it, the results point to that being the correct way to go about things. It is REALLY DIFFICULT to take this message in when you're watching people onstage all worthy of courting. I still go the message...I think. Seperately from those thoughts, however:
Ryan Miller: Amazing, I've never loved your onstageness more than that. I didn't see Fiddler On The Roof, but I can only assume it pales in comparision. You're built for contemporary Shakespeare stuffs. I still remember rocking it out with Bottom's Dream, but my Puck was nothing to your Bottom. That's right, Ryan Miller, I like your Bottom. I send you luck and the like in love and life.
Erik Canaria: I don't know what to say anymore...you always rock my world dude. And nobody else could whip out a guitar in Shakespeare, really. Really really. The only thing I felt was lacking was your awesome dance moves, which I recall from OUCF last year. No matter, OUCF is next week, biznitch.
Rowan Denny: Do you ever stop? Way too many credits to your name, dear, you must be breaking down. I'll tell you more about your awesomeness during Reading Week; I have to bring congas out for MMT.
Martin Capdevila: I loved it, and I hope I see your voice and hear your face a lot more. Yeah, you read that right. With your nose. I noted that you are a musician in the programme; talk to me, or at least come out to some Wednesday night Open Mics at the Pepperjack Cafe. I'm always there.
Nicole Harper: You are the cutest ninja I ever did see. Which makes you a pretty bad ninja! Why did I see you, if you're a ninja? (www.askaninja.com)
Sophie Khuon: You were amazing, but I've spent too much time in your house. I already know you're amazing. I kept thinking "I almost spent 24 hours in her house." It's crazy that I was in your house for so long that now when I see you, I don't think of you...I think of your house. Very weird.
Rick Mills: Sly, cunning, yet with the intention of using these powers for awesome; these are you, as far as I know. I hope also to see your face again on McMaster and Hamilton stages.
Cliff Murphy: You are horrible person: because of you, I now have to buy new socks. And pants. Keep it rockin'. I will not bespecific in what I like about your acting shiznit because you do it right, and that's all I know.
Alexandra Pontefract: One can dress up a hippie and take them out to the ball, I see. (I am getting that right, right? I am so known for forgetting things, like names, roles, etc...you were a hippielovechild [yes, one word] in AYLI, yes?) Yup, definitely. I really don't know what else to say. Similar to a Kaylee Frye transition in the episode with the duel and the fancy party? Yes...dressed up beautifully but still obviously knows what she's doing exceptionally...both you and Kaylee are this.
I'm running out of words for you people; I have to save some of my brain for writing about Don Ross.
Matthew Szpirglas: Delicious.
Emma Turner: Scrumptious.
Laura White: Delectable.
Kristina Finch: Tap dancing in Shakespeare? You made it work. In such an appetising manner.
Stephanie Yantsis: Gourmet theatre, darling, keep it up.
(See what I did there?)
So, yeah, basically, Love's Labours Lost (or Love's Labour's Lost, depending on what meaning you wish to take from the title) was amazing. I apologise for telling everybody that 40 mintues before the last showing of it. It was rendered twice as excellent by everyone coming out to the Pepperjack Cafe afterwards. Tanya Sitko even brought some peoples fruther out to Dreadlocks and A. Carter's, where we had some glorious jamming. Jam session, if you will.
The Don Ross concert on Friday night was so full of glory as well. I thought it was to be in the Convention Centre, but alas, it was in the Studio Theatre, which was much better. It was more like 'An Evening With Don Ross' than anything else. Drinking beer, sitting at a table, watching the most effective musician I have ever seen with a guitar ever. It was nice to be there with so many good people too, including my mother, who hasn't been out recently. I know she's PhDing, but, yeah. She needs to come out more. We had coffee with him afterwards at the Sky Dragon Centre, and it was nice to talk to such an a amazingly skilled man and see that he was just a man. Human, with stories to tell, and who enjoys hearing stories of relevance and interest. And also a man who just wants to get home to his own bed, so, we didn't spend long speaking, really, but it was good.
Teal and I embarked on the 'No-Adjectives' adventure, and Adam joined for the start...but none of lasted more than two hours in our trying, and we certainly all faltered and fell throughout the two hours. It did allow a chance to examine how often one makes judgements on the good and bad nature of things, and also on the sense of possessives being important, which...they aren't. Not regularly amongst our group of kiddos anyway.
Now, I will go put on slippers, as I have no socks.
(That really sucked as far as entries go...no real conclusion...I'll try better next time.) |
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| www.gordsimmons.com |
[Jan. 24th, 2007|03:56 pm] |
Just uploaded some musics, so, anyone who was awaiting stuffs can go find it now, at www.gordsimmons.com. The website is esaily navigable; you're looking for music, so click on 'Music'. It is pretty much all low-production value stuffs, but all stuff created from scratch, and all musical. So, yeah. Go check it out. Don't you be fretting aobut my bandwidth. I have more than enough for all of you to listen to each song 40 times over. Each month. So, if you want to, you can. But don't, because, well...that would be creepy. |
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