Wednesday, September 25, 2013

to never be found

The last time this unsavoury bunch got together in its entirety, in Seattle last fall, we were on our way to see Frightened Rabbit. Half of that same bunch - the Calgary contingent of Communique - are doing so again tonight. We will be thinking of our fellow Communiqueters as we howl along with the Scottish indie-rockers. I am getting a little creaky for standing concerts, I admit, but for Frightened Rabbit, I will remain on my feet. Hell, I will even darken the doors of a less than favourite venue, and I don't do that for just anybody anymore.

Working full time, albeit temporarily, has taken a toll on my extracurricular activities. As is evident by the date of the last post on this little blog, that includes any sort of writing that is not strictly deadlined. So, my apologies to the two faithful readers who still frequent this blog. The rumours of my blogospherial demise are, in fact, exaggerated.

I am actually considering giving this blog a bit of a facelift. A little nip here, a bit of a tuck there. The way it is laid out doesn't really reflect my reality any longer and maybe a little surgical work is what is needed to freshen up my feelings about blogging in general. I still love the platform, but it is a dwindling format.

It is September, after all, the season of fresh starts.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

slack like me

As I slumped in the armchair tonight, after getting home from work at 6:30, I became almost giddy to realize that I do not have to work at all this weekend. No events to cover, nothing to write. I can't honestly say I got up and danced a jig or anything like that, but in my head I sure did.

And then, of course, I realized that the weekend is still two work days away. How is it I feel like I have already put in a full work week? Oh right, because I am spoiled by my habit of only working a few hours a week.

The extra money will be nice, of course, but all those hours otherwise engaged do take their toll upon the family dynamic. Weekends are ruled by a two-foot long to-do list, we are starting to realize what an empty fridge actually looks like, and housecleaning (admittedly never a major consideration) has been completely abandoned. 

Mostly, though, I feel sorry for the Slightly Retarded Kitty. Last night the Spousal Unit had a work dinner so by the time I got home, the poor SRK had given up all hope of ever seeing human life ever again. She had moped herself into such a state that she didn't even want to go out, just stared listlessly out the window. She really misses her belly rubs on demand and her on call doormen.

Friday, September 13, 2013

to take me into the night

The city is buzzing with Beakerhead mania. It's not every day you see a guy climb a ladder up into a retro-futuristic rocket right in the middle of downtown. When the guy is wearing a kilt and rocking a robotic crow on his shoulder, the situation moves into the surreal. And when this all happens on your lunch hour within easy walking distance of work, it becomes beyond awesome.

With prior commitments and factoring in the exhaustion equation, I am not going to be able to absorb as much of Beakerhead as I would have liked. But this little science-art-engineering sponge does hold tickets to tonight's Tremendous and Curious World of Beakerhead

Astronauts, science show hosts, music psychologists and a robot band. 

Osmosis, baby!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

just like flies

I've been going for a walk every day on my lunch break.  I am but one of a legion of office drones, stretching our legs and soaking in every drop of unseasonably warm and unquestionably beautiful September sunshine. We walk and walk until every precious outdoor minute has ticked by.

I often think I should bring my camera, to capture the angles and the reflections in those glass towers that puncture the relentless blue sky. Today, a window washer rappelled down the side of a building to come to a firm landing on the sidewalk not ten feet away from me. 

I was tempted to ask if I could have a try.

Friday, September 06, 2013

word pile

As I remain in the midst of this full-time, every day - just like a normal person - working downtown stint, the freelancery is being churned out at a slightly slower rate.

Here are some pieces that hit the presses recently:

Murky Water Music - my BC Musician Magazine article about the impact of the spring floods on a couple of Calgary music festivals

my National Music Centre review of Rae Spoon's new release, My Prairie Home

Read em and weep.