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Aug. 15th, 2003
Toronto in the Dark
Aug. 15th, 2003 11:10 amI sent a text message to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atouchsensitive, telling her I was ok. She then tried reaching as many of her friends as possible, because she didn't know who it was that had sent her the text... and she was worried the person might be trapped in an elevator -- this being during the black out from yesterday.
So I had to call her cellphone and tell her that it was just me, from England, that I was fine.
It was a dream...
atouchsensitive, telling her I was ok. She then tried reaching as many of her friends as possible, because she didn't know who it was that had sent her the text... and she was worried the person might be trapped in an elevator -- this being during the black out from yesterday.So I had to call her cellphone and tell her that it was just me, from England, that I was fine.
It was a dream...
This doesn't work...
Aug. 15th, 2003 11:23 amYour Name: Ollie Commonpeople
Your Date of Birth: 09/24/1975
Your Question or Information: What do we need to know about the blackouts in America\'s East coast?
Your Date of Birth: 09/24/1975
Your Question or Information: What do we need to know about the blackouts in America\'s East coast?
Past Fehu - Increase of wealth and possessions, protection of valuables. Used to send energy on its way, fire in its uncontrolled, primal state. | Present Ansuz - Communications, wisdom and clarity, to attract others to your cause, increase magickal energy. | Future Tir - Victory, leadership, success over other competitors, increase in finances, virility and passion (especially for men). |
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Uh Baby Baby! Get up on This...
Aug. 15th, 2003 02:59 pmmy gym usually forces us to watch bad videos while we sweat on the machines. It's torture on top of torture. So it was a nice surprise to see all the tvs tuned in to VH1 today. I got so see the B52's Love Shack, Dexy's Midnight Runners Come on, Eileen and even Salt and Peppa! Rock.
When Love Shack was playing, I almost dropped my dumbells and started dancing...
If only I could get VH1 at home. It's clearly essential viewing.
When Love Shack was playing, I almost dropped my dumbells and started dancing...
If only I could get VH1 at home. It's clearly essential viewing.
Getting Ready for Friday
Aug. 15th, 2003 05:17 pmFor some reason Fridays seem to be the deadest days of the week. I can't explain why but the expectation of freedom seems so intense, and yet so proven to be temporary, that it no longer holds me. I don't do anything exciting on a friday, because I don't want to let myself down.
If I go out on a Tuesday night, I feel alive -- I feel like my routine is being warped. But Fridays are so cliches, so pedantic, so moribund and glittery and full of drunken faces on the Tube. Fridays breed teenage pregnancies, knivings outside pubs, demented Cab drivers, food poison from kebabs.
Catastrophes are dead for me. I'm alive when things go up, but without drama. Specially drama that I know by heart and have seen many many times. Drama that seems more dead than a plot twist in Coronation Street
But I can't escape Friday's death. Even by staying home, I'm also replaying a cliche (my cliche) and therefore I feel let down. There's nowhere I can turn to today. It makes me happy that the sun is out, though the wind is chilly. And it was great to cross the Waterloo bridge to fetch some photocopies and see a Shakespeare play being performed on a makeshift tableaux, beside the Thames. A lot of people didn't noticed it, so consumed were they with their Fridays.
At night, thousands of bathroom's will be alight with people getting ready to go out: like an army. And sound speakers will warm up, the booze will start flowing. I'll be at home, cuddling my copy of Dorian (and trying not to let it stain me) while all of you (or some of you) step over a corpse of a day.
If I go out on a Tuesday night, I feel alive -- I feel like my routine is being warped. But Fridays are so cliches, so pedantic, so moribund and glittery and full of drunken faces on the Tube. Fridays breed teenage pregnancies, knivings outside pubs, demented Cab drivers, food poison from kebabs.
Catastrophes are dead for me. I'm alive when things go up, but without drama. Specially drama that I know by heart and have seen many many times. Drama that seems more dead than a plot twist in Coronation Street
But I can't escape Friday's death. Even by staying home, I'm also replaying a cliche (my cliche) and therefore I feel let down. There's nowhere I can turn to today. It makes me happy that the sun is out, though the wind is chilly. And it was great to cross the Waterloo bridge to fetch some photocopies and see a Shakespeare play being performed on a makeshift tableaux, beside the Thames. A lot of people didn't noticed it, so consumed were they with their Fridays.
At night, thousands of bathroom's will be alight with people getting ready to go out: like an army. And sound speakers will warm up, the booze will start flowing. I'll be at home, cuddling my copy of Dorian (and trying not to let it stain me) while all of you (or some of you) step over a corpse of a day.