Squirrelly Heads

The squirrels in my neighbourhood run around with a sense of purpose.

They scurry from place to place, dodging around cars and pedestrians, intent on getting wherever their squirrelly heads are directing them. And as the season changes and the leaves detach from their tree and float to their final resting place the squirrels sense of urgency becomes more acute.

What was the last thing you felt a sense of urgency over? Shamefully the last time I felt that was this morning when my cab was late. The time before that was when I realized I had forgotten to book a rental car for my latest business trip.

What is worth feeling urgent over? Probably not a rental car, certainly not a cab being 10 mins late.

A squirrel has the singular purpose of survival. His sense of urgency comes from not wanting to starve over the cold winter.

Are there things I should be feeling more urgent over?

This is what makes America great

A Simple Plan?

I was faced with a choice the other night.

I either had to take action and do what I had always promised to do . . . or shamefacedly step off the rhetoric and let people call my bluff.

I saw the drummer from Simple Plan at Toronto Fashion week.

I have always loudly proclaimed my dislike for them, in fact I promised that if I was ever in the same room as a band member I would go kick them in the junk.

So there I was, not knowing what to do, thoughts of getting kicked out of fashion week after I ran up and soccer booted him in the crotch ran through my head.

In the end I didn't; I just couldn't.

Music . . . so just listen already.

Mobb Deep vs Ray Parker Jr - Ghostbusters Got It Twisted (DJ Ayres Remix)

a horse and his boy

the melting pot . . . until i board at least

Airports are rather colourful places.

To be honest I'm usually the least colourful of anyone unless I'm late and have to run, then my red face adds an interesting dynamic.  

Its like a mini version of the world where people of all creeds and colours are united in running around in different directions.  Somehow taking your shoes off for security is a bonding moment; everyone is slightly humiliated together.

Today I'm in the John F Kennedy melting pot which is a more interesting pot then, say, a place like Charlotte, NC.  If JFK was a rich and spicy curry, filled with many herbs and flavours, Charlotte would be a mushroom and rice dish.  JFK security is particularly humiliating as the security personal appears to be so incredably sick of their jobs that they take it out on passengers in the form of thinly veiled insults.

'See this piece of paper?' the guard waves a ticket in the air as he yells, 'this is all i need to see.  Keep your passport in your pocket, I don't need to know who you are.'

or.

'Those things on your feet called shoes?  Ya they need to come off and be placed on the belt.'

Today's Thot

Its not meant to be worn as a tshirt.  Its called under armor for a reason.

BLT please.

leaves, bricks and pancakes

Growing older is sometimes tough when you don't really want too.

There have been a couple instances in my life where I've sat back and decided it was time to grow up.  I'd resolve to do this, or not do that and determine from that day/hour/minute/second I would change specific things about myself.

Turning a leaf.

I never really liked that metaphor.  I've always envisioned the leaf blowing back over so I usually thought about turning something heavier, more solid.  I thought if I was flipping a brick instead of a leaf maybe the change would stick.  A couple times I envisioned myself flipping a giant pancake on a sizzling griddle, sliding a big spatula under it and flipping the doughy side downwards.

Regardless of what metaphor I used, a lot of those momentous 'time to grow up and change' moments didn't really stick.

Lately I've been rethinking the leaf metaphor.  Maybe turning a brick just isn't the way it is; maybe using a giant spatula to flip that giant pancake was just to involved.  It could just be because I've taken probably to much time to discover that resolving is one thing and carrying through a completely different issue.  

Perhaps its time to ditch the brick and return to the idea of a leaf.  Maybe I shouldn't get so stressed and worried if the wind blows it back over every now and then.  Maybe life is more about contantly turning those leaves and less about one giant, momentous turn of a brick . . . or flip of a pancake.

What's your Stuff?

I believe that when the antichrist reveals himself here on earth he will be wearing crocs.

Crocs are like the PT Cruisers of footwear, no good.

The Mysical Octophant

hmm . . .