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in Montréal mes copains.
this weekend was rough. lost my favorite actor at the roughly same time i was watching him die spellbound in his opus, firstly, and second.. uh.. something about a game went really, really wrong (the ptsd inhibits recall). i'm now officially against February as its start has brought just awful fortune over the past several years, what with the demise of the Stripes, the Mars Volta, and now this year's bummers. i'm also always starving and sick in february, fuck february.
as intimated last time, i did spend most of my 2013 in the US... in the lovely and open state of Washington. it is now my favorite state, i lived at the bottom of a fjord (the Puget Sound), saw and met a slew of kickass musicians and artists and comedians, enjoyed the best porters and stouts known to the new world, and earned coin slingin black crack (coffee) and electronical crack pipes for this> company -- this> Sifl & Olly clip sums up to the letter exactly what i did there (ah, retail) - watch out! their products catch fire! go complain!
...coincidentally, they also love to fire people, so i got my walkin' papers and then i got to walkin
all the way to canada, it seems, though it was mostly by bus. i traversed this great expanse of taiga with a cherished friend overland from Vancouver to Medicine Hat, to Winnipeg, and yon to Thunder Bay, Toronto, and finally arrivé'd in this destiné ultimé of Mon[t]réal en late Decembré. french is still rusty, but according to my Parisienne friends: so is the Quebecr's[!] hough hough! un petit blague
i'm here fine-tuning the OCD skill of a film editor, loving the work, and also converting my expertise of color correcting static images to the apparently lucrative equivalent field within film work. i'm also lugging cables and lights and stands around film shoots, comin back smellin like gasoline from the generators, and getting good and pooped on 35+hr weekends. so the learning is comprehensive and i'm grateful for both the soft and hard work.
of note: 
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=so i left my laptop behind in WA for some reason and have been thereby forced to work on macs in canada. it's like being a P.O.W. of [un]productivity. i can now definitively say, after long trashing them from a distance: macs suck. they're horrible. they're like a usb plug that always goes in wrong no matter which way you turn it. they're like your friend's web browser without adblock plus. they're like a deaf dog with a square skull and no eyes and no legs covered in rashes that slithers around the house whining all day. JUST like that.
my pc may be a lawnmower, but at least i can take the hood off.
ok, this is getting incoherent.
i'll have art once my laptop and wacom arrive by parcel.
i've already stolen two flags, one for the province and one for the protectorate.
i can't get enough of this cold, it's outstanding, it's the coldest i've ever known (though not by much). i'm on record here doing the opposite of complaining. i want that noted when summer rolls around and i'm sweating like a pig moaning like a porcupine having its corn fucked with.
i can't seem to put two positive sentiments in a row together. dunno why i'm so cranky. i've just reignited my Yerba Mate habit after a couple years off the kraut, so maybe my mood will find its way back to the level soon.
probably a year in the states'll do that
on that note, i'll let Rufus Wainwright's "Going to a Town" play me out.
stay fresh, comrades
Gonna do this a little differently now...
Hey y'all.
Montana, huh?
Well, you traveled a long way for "I don't know," sonny!
I won't be here much longer, but a month was long enough to know it's not that cold, not for a New Englander. I love it though. Hope to make it back.
Back in the States :flagus:, yeah; this is the craziest country I've ever visited. Morbid obesity and vehicular life-dependency, background checks and empty promises, disasters and atrocities.
cropdusted by a paranoia agent, a closed society where everyone is a criminal. But some of the nicest, down-home people you could want to meet (especially out west)...still:
admit nothing; if it doesn't fit, force it. F
Not Trying
i'm over my head in the entropy resultant from a year of wandering and visiting with guests
shaking hands with the friendly folks passing through a shared living room
spared of its wasted space by their presence.
the airplane was a ball of yarn, and when it hit the mountain, well... let's just say there aren't any more sweaters for cats out there in the world.
...
i need jobs, i need to wrap up the slew of clean, consumer friendly works-in-progress i've been tenderly nesting over like a legless hen. but instead i'm going to put even less effort into each respective image i issue forth planlessly, and i'm gonna fix my good eye on it for a
Bound to Pack It Up
https://www.whitestripes.com/ :salute:
ROSKILDE - Pilgrimage ...pt 1 of 2
I've just returned to my perch along the Reuss here in Luzern, Switzerland, battered, bedraggled, haggard. Everything has been uberdandy since the last word in January, the gambit paid in dividends, I couldn't ask for more. But I just took a three week leave to tangle with a mean mother, and her name is ROSKILDE. Festival. Battlefield. Pilgrimage. I barely got away with all my danglies, and my body is bruised by hailstorms of solid Rock, browned by the flaming licks of a Danish midsommer sun which refused to ever set, flooded with the full gamut of grogs.
I recoup, and return to you improved, if only for that i am not perished.
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