Monday, 26 January 2009

The Trapeze Swinger

This song is called 'The Trapeze Swinger' and it's by Iron and Wine. I'm in a very strange mood today and I was listening to this song and since it's one of my favourites, I thought I'd share it. It's long, but it's worth listening to.

Please, remember me, happily,
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill, and up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

But please remember me, fondly,
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
Have such eloquent graffiti
Like: “We'll meet again” and “Fuck the Man”
And “Tell my mother not to worry”
And angels with their great handshakes
But always done in such a hurry

And please remember me, at Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white, by midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world and then returned
And now you're lit up by the city

So please remember me, mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower
Call, then pass us by, but much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Gleam and resonate just like the gates
Around the Holy Kingdom
With words like: “Lost and found” and “Don't look down”
And “Someone save temptation”

And please remember me, as in the dream
We had as rug-burned babies
Among the fallen trees and fast asleep
Beside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like and even might
Give a gift for your behavior:
A fleeting chance to see a trapeze-
Swinger high as any savior

But please remember me, my misery
And how it lost me all i wanted
Those dogs that love the rain, and chasin' trains
The colored birds above there runnin'
In circles round the well, and where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter
So bright on cinder gray in spray paint:
“Who the hell can see forever?”

And please remember me, seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees, you turn from me
And said the trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last, the clowns that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs, the parking lot
Had an element of danger

So please remember me, finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear, but if I make the Pearly Gates
I’ll do my best to make a drawing
Of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl
An angel kissin’ on a sinner
A monkey and a man, a marching band
All around the frightened trapeze-swinger

Sunday, 25 January 2009

Out Loud - Dispatch; this group isn't Dispatch. It's three guys from Germany who've done covers of a few Dispatch songs and some other stuff too. You can hear a slight lilt from their accents but it's a really good cover none the less. I couldn't find any decent original videos and so I had to fall back on a cover.

Today was a lovely day. I woke up with golden sunshine pouring into my room. The house was absolutely quiet all day. I guess everyone was sleeping late or just keeping a low profile. I spent the first hour or so after getting out of bed reading. I was reading 'White Tiger' a debut novel by Aravind Adiga. I finished it this morning. It was good. Fiction. A little hyperbolic ... but maybe that was the point. It was a good read. I'd recommend it to anyone who's interested in India. It was a fairly truthful depicition if, as I said, a little exaggerated.

I spent the weekend feeling totally out of it, thanks to the flu that's been going around. I've been sick, on and off, for about three weeks now. I'm not sure what I did to deserve it, but yea. I think the first bout that I had was just a regular cold, and then I got really sick early last week. I had a fever and stuff. Not fun. Yesterday I got sick of it and decided to throw down and take the fight to my flu. I armed myself as fully as I could with kleenex, orange juice, neocitran, tylenol, and hot chocolate and I went in with all guns blazing. Hopefully I'll have the thing killed soon. I'm tired of feeling sick. Plus, midterms are coming along soon and I need to be better by then.

Aside from feeling a bit spaced out and disconnected from reality, today was nice. I kept to myself all day and it was nice to get in some alone time. I did laundry, did some homework, listened to music ... mellow stuff.

Noah organized 'Sunday Sundaes' for Thornton tonight. I'm not sure if I should be eating ice cream, but I guess I can't skip it. It should be fun.

A weird thing kept happening to me today - I kept getting flashes of a feeling, more than images, of the summer. The feeling was associated with an idea of warmth and greenness, and this smell that's very closely associated with my memory of summer in Sackville. I think maybe it was the sun outside that was making me think of summer, but it was a really strange feeling. Usually we miss places or people, so it's strange to find oneself missing a time.

It's a pretty strange time in my life, I guess. That might be why I miss this summer. In the summer I had nothing to look forward to but the school year and it was pretty certain. Right now, nothing is really certain. I think I'm going to be back home in the summer but I don't know for sure yet because I don't have tickets booked, or plans made. I don't know what I'll be doing this summer. My brother might not be home. I'm not really sure what I'm doing with my life and I really have to star thing about grad school and stuff since next year is my last year at Mt A. There's a lot of uncertainty. Maybe I just miss the certainty of the summer.

Anyway. That's all for now. I want to go home and get a bit of work done before sundaes. Till later.

Friday, 16 January 2009

My Favourite Chords

The Weakerthans - My Favourite Chords

My favourite song by the Weakerthans. More on them later.

Happy Friday, everyone. I wasn't planning to blog till tomorrow, but since I have some time to spare, I figured I could just do it now, and maybe again later too, if I can.

This was the first legitimate week of school and the semester is already looking intimidating. I'm trying to keep ahead of things but there's only so much one can do ahead of time. And obviously, I have to factor in a certain amount of procrastination that is taken for granted (I can be responsible, but I'm not superhuman!). We shall see how it goes.

This is a big week musically for Sackville: Mount A's radio station CHMA is holding its annual music festival called Stereophonic. I think it's in its third year now and we're getting some pretty big names coming all the way to little Sackville. There have been shows happening since Wednesday and I think they're going all the way through Sunday. The plan for tonight is to head out for a concert with my friends. An evening of good music seems like the perfect way to wind down from a week of classes. And, speaking of music, on the 22nd of March the WeakerthansSackville! I've already got my wallet safely stowed away and I have a full two months to get really, really excited.

The rest of the weekend should be good, too. Tomorrow morning I'm going to go to Pancakes for Parkinson's for breakfast, probably do some work in the afternoon, and then maybe go to another concert tomorrow night. There's some stuff going on at George's (a bar down by the train station on the 'edge' of town) that we were thinking of going to. It's hard to justify wandering around in -30 weather in the middle of the night, but I guess things seem more reasonable after a few beers. On Sunday afternoon I might be going sledding at Fort Beausejour with SAN (the Society of All Nations - a student group that I'm part of the exec for) which sounds fun. And that's the weekend plan.

I'm starting to think about making my long way home to India this summer. I have to start looking at dates and tickets soon. It's exciting to think about going home. I miss India quite a lot. I don't really notice it on a day-to-day basis, but every now and then when I watch a movie, read a book, see a colour ... little things jump out at me and spark little twinges of painful homesickness. While watching Slumdog Millionaire in Toronto this Christmas random scenes in the the movie made me cry. It's not like they were things related to the plot of the movie or anything - it's just that sometimes a random sight of India makes me miss it. I'm reading a book by an Indian author about India right now, and in that, too, the odd phrase, or sight or smell described makes me miss home. I'm probably going to get more or less four months at home this summer and I'm going to make the most of them. It'll also be a long enough period that I'll have time to get sick of being at home and then I can start looking forward to being back in Sackville. Time and distance are strange things - neither friends nor enemies, but certainly huge factors in the way feelings and memories change.

Meanwhile, Sackville is cold, cold, cold! -30 outside give or take. Honestly though, I don't mind the cold as much as I hate the slush and ice. Cold can be bundled up against. Slush and ice are invincible regardless of how good your shoes are and how warm your clothes are. And, I have to admit, it's beautiful outside: bright sunshine, dark shadows of leafless trees on bright white snow, and clear blue skies.

I guess that's all for now, I think. I'm going to go home and read the Argosy (Mt A's newspaper) in the sunshine that's going to be pouring into my room. Till later.

Monday, 12 January 2009

Home is Where Your Towel Is

Happy New Year, everyone. That's a somewhat belated greeting, I know, but life's been busy for a while. All that vacationing and textbook buying and settling in and whatever else. My apologies.

You last hear from me in Kingston. From there I meandered my way back to Sackville and I moved back into residence on Sunday, the 4th of January.

It's nice to be back in Sackville ... I think. It was definitely good to get out for a couple of weeks but, for the time being at least, it's home and it's always good to be home. I was thinking about it, and there are only two things that made the places I stayed at during the break not home (while my room in res in Sackville is) and those were: living out of a bag and having left my towel in my room in Thornton. I hate living out of a bag, and using a towel that isn't my own is ... unsatisfying. Not in terms of hygiene or anything like that ... but because I like my towels and I missed mine. So ... home is where your towel is? I'm beginning to think so. This also stays in line with the eternal wisdom of Douglas Adams who says that the towel is the "most massively useful" thing one can own and that anyone who can "hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it ... win through, and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with."
I missed my towel.

School started on the 6th, and so today completes our first full week of classes. The first week isn't really very intense because people are still trying to register and drop the class and profs are spending a lot of time introducing the class and handing out the syllabus and whatever else. The Winter semester does seem to pick up speed a lot faster than the Fall term, though. I had my first three hour lab today (not counting the one I had to TA last week) dissecting a lamprey. That's for my class Comparative Chordate Anatomy. My other classes are: Evolution, Animal Physiology, Ecological Genetics and Cultural Geography. I'm making up for only being able to take on Biology class last semester by taking four this term. We'll see how that turns out. It's certainly going to be a hell of a lot more work. I'm expecting it all to be very interesting, though.

Other than new classes and a few new people around, life is pretty much the same. Winter is starting to get comfortable. It's (supposedly) -17 C tonight. The forecast says that we're going to have sub-zero temperatures the rest of the week. Quite honestly, anything above 0 C seems improbable, but it's definitely reasonable to be grateful for single-digit temperatures.

I've also managed to pick up a Back-to-School-Flu which arrived with depressing punctuality. It started on Friday morning, picked up speed through the day, and was in full form on Saturday which meant I spent most of the weekend curled up in bed reading and drinking tea. Aside from the fact that I feel sick, I don't really mind. It's nice to have an excuse to sit in bed and read a book and drink tea and drug myself into symptom-free happiness. Really though, I want to beat this flu into submission before it beats me.

On that note, I think I'm going to go home. Oh, right. I forgot to mention that my computer is still out of commission and so, for now, I'm going to have to use the lab for all my computing purposes. This may mean slightly more irregular blogging than what I (attempt to) do during the school year (i.e. every Saturday morning). I'll try to be good.

I hope everyone has a stellar week.