Tuesday. Lunch break

Luke Best

Yago Hortal

Katarzyna Smoczyńska (I want to do a needlepoint/fabric combo based on this)

Friday. Hello

And all at once, a weight lifted. 

Well, not all at once. Eventually. Painfully. Eventually. Finally.
Two month unintentional hiatus over. If I`m going to break the fast, might as well wait for the new year to do it. 

Hello 2013. 

This year was a mix, as every year is. The middle to latter part of last year (it is last, even if only a few days past) was especially nice. So many new friends and people coming into my life, and the revival of old friendships. All welcomed. 

Got to see so many amazing things this past year. People. Art. Places. Music. Music, I love you. Bahamas was such a special time, and everything around it was sort of serendipitous. Oh a whim Facebook request, face to face with an old friend at a random place, then boom, front row center, teary and wide eyed. Thank you.

Crystal Castle's was equally special, but oh so different. Old friends, I love you. 

Clem. Oh Clem you beaut. The best fur baby anyone could ask for, even if you do take the stinkiest shits.

I turned 31 this year, and my sister from another mister came to town. What a time! Matching friend tattoos! Because, why not. 

Friends. Oh friends. You are so wonderful, appreciated, and loved, wherever in the world you are.

Christmas was lovely. Family and cozy. Just right. New Years was a time. New people, drinks and midnight kisses. A perfect send off. 

Hi 2013. Let`s be friends.

Wednesday. Klaus

Anyone have a cool mill they want to lend me so I can wear and live among this man's creations. More here

Friday. Some things I like

Today was a fantastic day. Here are some things I like.

Dominik Smialowski "The Pilot's Melancholy"

Friday. Writing

I'm writing again. I always write, but this time I'm writing stuff for someone else, for a website that people will see. They might even see my stuff. It's exciting and new and it feels good and a bit uncomfortable, which is a good thing I think.

I've always been mostly confident in my writing and speaking abilities, but this does not mean it always comes easily or without fear. The things I like about writing - getting to meet people, hearing their stories, knowing instinctively that yes, that quote is a great one, piecing together a story from someone else's words - I like a lot, but they are also the things that trip me up and cause me self doubt. I suppose any time you do anything to "put yourself out there," there is the feeling of self doubt. Do I sound like a total ass? Am I really just a self indulgent hack? Am I doing this person justice?

I took longer with this piece than I have with others. Deleted and rewrote. Deleted and rewrote. I wonder if this will always be the case with these types of stories. If it is, I'm okay with that. I feel my writing groove coming back. It feels right and natural, even it is a bit uncomfortable at times.

Monday. Thus far

It's getting darker earlier, and it's cooler in the morning. Fall is coming. Welcome.

The past while has been really nice. Lot's of new experiences and new/old people making cameos in my life. Welcome. 

I'm settling into my new job, and I love it. The women I work with are all so great, and working in such a mixed space, with so many different people all focused on similar goals is really amazing. It's really something to come to a much maligned area of the city so early in the morning and see it sleeping, before it wakes to the day's insanity.

The fest happened and was a huge success! I felt really proud of everyone involved, and I was really proud of myself for a multitude of reasons. I wasn't sure what the weekend would bring, so I didn't really prepare (mentally), and I just went with it. Just go with it. The new life plan. It turned out to be a great mix of too much and just enough. Silly conversations.  Pillow and blanket cocoons. Cool nights. Warm bodies. Pulled pork. Radio communication. Fires. New friends. Old friends. Sun. Rain. Music. Pretty much tops if you ask me.

There have been a couple of closings in the city that feel like a definite blow to everything that is good and fun here. It's easy to shit on Winnipeg, but really it's a weird and pretty great place. Losing two places in one weekend; two places that both made this little speck a lot nicer is sad to think about, but I hold out hope they will rise again, if not bigger and better, then just the same, which is awesome. Lady Jess and I sent the Lo off in the best way we knew how: weird and boozy.

Saturday. More than a bird, a fish

I think I'd like to be a fish more than a bird.