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:: Sunday, July 20, 2008 ::
All You Horse Birdy Things:: Friday, April 18, 2008 ::
this is post 300 for me. And all I got to say is:
All you horse birdy things.
:: Austin wrote this at 1:50 PM [link to this post] ::
Post 299:: Monday, April 14, 2008 ::
Man, I had no idea that I was this close to post 300. You'd think that would have, at the very least, inspired me to add at least a few more posts to bring it to 300. Oh well, here I am now.
I did a little bit of maintenance to my list of linked blogs. It's much smaller now, reflecting the fad nature of personal blogs. I cut about 2/3 of the names. I feel like by coming back to my blog after so long, I've come back to like a long abandoned town where once many people used to live. Maybe I'm being too generous.
I thought I had more to say, but I can't think of it. it's enough to make me not want to post at all but the habit I'm trying to re-establish here is blogging again. So I should just do it.
I should change my blog layout. update it. I can use this opportunity to re-shape my blog. I wonder what I should do.
I'll save all that for a future post. For now this will be it. I can't focus anymore.
:: Austin wrote this at 5:55 PM [link to this post] ::
yet another attempt:: Wednesday, December 05, 2007 ::
In light of tamlin's re-starting of her blog, this is yet another attempt of my own to revive my long dead blog. I was also going to similarly comment on how no-one is going to read this post but then I remembered that I linked my blog to post as facebook notes and so others may actually read this, since the internet basically is facebook to many people these days.
Well let's say facebook - wikipedia - google - itunes. I wonder how much traffic those 4 services generate in comparison to all the rest of the internet traffic combined? Probably less than I'm thinking but still a sizable amount I'm sure.
I'm sitting in the mac lab on the last day of my new media fine arts class. In 10 days the hard drive of every computer here is going to be wiped. Now I know I already have all of my crap on my laptop, I've checked many times; however I still can't shake the feeling that in 10 days, I'm going to loose something important.
in a week is going to be the art show that hopefully some of my photos and not just my video will be on display. When I have time to post a link to more art show information I will, just so that no-one will be able to see it here on my rigormortized blog.
Ok, so here's the link: http://www.kwantlen.ca/humanities/visualarts/art_gallery.html
P.S. I just heard this girl beside me in the lounge say: "So 'elder' is slang for an old person?" OMG.
P.P.S In the time it took me to write that I also heard her say "receipt is so hard to spell because of the silent 'p'." I hope she's taking remedial English.
:: Austin wrote this at 12:18 PM [link to this post] ::
A Post-Move Reflection:: Thursday, August 02, 2007 ::
What’s this? A BLOG post after months of total silence? Why yes, that’s exactly what it is! It’s been 4 months since my last post, give or take a few days (in blog time, that’s like 6 eternities.) I wonder if anyone is even going to read this. I notice that I hit over 10,000 unique views during my absence. That's a shame, it definitely should have been a celebration post.
What could possibly have ripped me out of my zero-internet-presence-funk? A Flickr comment I left on one of my recently posted pictures has produced anger in me. (Well, really it’s a combination of the previous point and procrastinating studying for a final exam 6 hours away.)
So yeah, here’s the comment in question.
Basically everything I would put in my post, I’ve already said there, and I’m too lazy to block quote it or re-state it here, so just hit the link and read it there. As for here, I’m just going to rant a bit about how money = justice.
See, if we had money we wouldn’t be renting and thus not have this problem. But this is not the way it is thus, we rent. We rent because we don’t have a lot of expendable income. Because of that, obviously, we can’t afford legal representation, especially not during an upheaval like suddenly having to move in a month in a half. We actually only had a month but we managed to negotiate an extra 2 weeks (JOY!) and get our damage deposit.Optimistic Response: Maybe some shred of a soul still existed in the heart of the owners and they saw this as help (since they were screwing us with the “re-zoning” compensation anyway).
Pessimistic Response: Through careful evaluation of the costs of arbitration hearings vs. kicking us out promptly so they could demolish the house on schedule with the buffer of the legal compensation they should have given us, they decided that they would save the most money by giving us a break.
(Note: If the contractors are kicking holes in walls before we’ve left, they’ve obviously already been through the whole quoting process and a game plan has already been set up. They definitely had been planning the destruction for quite some time.)
Back to the rant: Self-representation in an arbitration hearing is common, but who has the time and resources to organize a case when you have to find a house and pack and organize a move in a month and a half? Add the large budget burden of the cost of moving and there’s not a whole lot of human resources left to fight.
And so it goes. Money buys justice, The economically secure get to shit on the less-secure and the commerce machine marches on. Isn’t capitalism wonderful?
:: Austin wrote this at 12:43 PM [link to this post] ::
Birds:: Tuesday, July 17, 2007 ::
it seems like...
it seems like this time of year,
is the time of year where there are lots of birds out.
Lots of birds everywhere.
They're out,
flying around and,
like,
singing songs
to attract their mates.
To make more birds.
It's like people,
like
me.
I've sung songs to like,
attract girls,
before.
You know,
I try to sing
like,
more,
like,
love songs
to attract them,
because that's what they like,
I think.
I...
I haven't really gotten any,
any girls yet.
but,
you know,
I don't expect to.
Birds don't get the other birds
right away.
These things take time.
You know.
They take,
time.
:: Austin wrote this at 11:19 PM [link to this post] ::
Holograms:: Tuesday, June 19, 2007 ::
...Hmm looks like all that hot weather has killed off the blog monsters.
This place looks like a desolate ruin though, they really did a number here.
I may just have to rebuild and star over again.
...Or maybe I'll leave the remnants as sort of a monument to what this place once was.
Here's a shot at hopefully reviving a stagnating land:
Today in the shower, I was thinking about movies. 3D movies to be exact. You know, 3D glasses and the whole bit, though really, it's not in 3D. It's an optical trick; something having to do with the fact that your eyes see two slightly different perspectives. The film is still two dimentional.
Then I started thinking about holograms, ala Star Wars. Small miniturized "videos" of people that you can see from all angles. Imagine that we could create holograms like that. Imagine watching movies like that. Fully 3D actors acting, playing your favourite movies on your coffee table while you mill about the house. I wonder if that kind of technology will ever surface in my time.
This weekend I'm going to woodsong music festival on Orcas Island. My friend Jo will be playing bass there, as will the great IMR. There will be camping. Who knows what kind of madness will ensue.
I haven't played my guitar in a long time and recently I've been picking it up and playing more. It feels good. Ever since I saw Once I've been playing it more. Good art inspires more art. I've even started writing some Techno Beats on Garage Band. Hopefully when my first song is done I'll find some way of mounting it online. Maybe that old dying craze, myspace? Will anyone listen to it there?
:: Austin wrote this at 9:18 PM [link to this post] ::
:: Monday, June 18, 2007 ::
BROCK
Thank lord Google -or whomever- that you did that. It seemed to have worked, if only for a moment. I've taken this opportunity to stop addictively reading Robert Jordan novels and playing Last Scenario to see what I can do to try and re-claim my blog. It won't be easy, I'll have to... OH SHIT! NO!!! AAAAHHHHHGGHHHHHHH!!!
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:: Austin wrote this at 10:18 PM [link to this post] ::
RaWr!!!!!:: Wednesday, May 02, 2007 ::
wE aRe ThE mOnStArS lIvInG iN aUsTiN's BlOg!!!!@!
wE LIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
oN bLOG AbaNDonMENT!!!! And NoW Our CLawS aNd TeEtH ScAre Him AwAY!!!
RAWRRSRSSS!!!!!!!!!*!&!
:: Austin wrote this at 3:02 PM [link to this post] ::
Lemme guess, I'm the grey sock...:: Thursday, April 19, 2007 ::
"There are worse things that I could do than pretend to date you." -Emily Ewing
Why is it that every Emily I know is awesome?
:: Austin wrote this at 7:33 AM [link to this post] ::
Here comes the sun:: Thursday, April 12, 2007 ::
I am blogging from school right now. This will be a short post since I should be cramming for my Sociology Final that will be happening in about an hour and a half, but I felt the need to blog post about the beautiful sun that is out right now. However, not suprisingly, as I was walking up to my school there was an ominous dark grey cloud above it, while the sun was shining everywhere else. I'm not kidding. An omen?
So I think I'm becoming an exhibitionist. Today I ran from where I was working in richmond to the bus stop cuz I was cutting it pretty close. The bus hadn't arrived yet so I took the opportunity to change my shirt (at the bus stop). I was still wearing my painting pants and shoes. The bus still was no where in sight, so I decided to just change my pants and shoes right there while I waited. If I was really hardcore, I would have done it right on the side walk, instead I went onto a random person's front yard and did it (a little safer). I didn't miss my bus. I enjoyed the experience.
Ok, study time. Wish me luck any and all of you :)
:: Austin wrote this at 1:19 PM [link to this post] ::
Lappy Times at School:: Saturday, April 07, 2007 ::
ange. says: (2:10:37 PM)
what would you get
ange. says: (2:10:42 PM)
if you ever went under the ink
under an embalmed clear sky says: (2:11:10 PM)
a massive vagina
under an embalmed clear sky says: (2:11:13 PM)
on my back
under an embalmed clear sky says: (2:11:26 PM)
split in half on my vertebrae
So, if any of you have used iTunes on public networks before, you may have noticed that if you can actually access other people's iTunes lists who are currently on the same network and have sharing enabled. This was common between computers at Camp Qwanoes for instance, and in my own home, I can access my sister's iTunes collection from my computer and vice versa. They stream to the other computer when they play.
Anyway, that's all fine and nifty but what happens when you're on Kwantlen's wireless network? You get to see other students iTunes! And in some special cases, you inadvertently find the dirty secrets of other students. Oh Susan, but why must you load them into your iTunes?
:: Austin wrote this at 4:15 PM [link to this post] ::
Random times again!:: Sunday, April 01, 2007 ::
I'm writing this blog post as I take a skytrain tour of down town. My saturday worked out as such that I had 3 hours to kill downtown by myself, between 5 and 8 pm. At first I went to the VPL, only to discover it closed at 6, so I needed to come up with somewhere else to kill time for 2 hours. After doing a bit of wandering, I decided that I would get on the sky train and just ride it for as long as I could/needed too. I left stadium sky train station at 6:30 pm exactly (after a short jump from Granville to stadium without paying... oops) and we'll see where all I've been once I get off. Right now I'm on the expo line to king george.. I'll have to get off at columbia and get on to the VCC-Clark Skytrain so I can keep riding for fun. You may all think I'm being retarded but I'm actually having fun. Ok.. I'll have to switch sky trains now...
Done. As I'm doing this, I'm suddenly becoming reminded of the overwhelming insignificance of my life. There's all these huge apartment buildings everywhere, all of them housing people, whole families even, with their own lives, jobs, worries and joys. I know people that live in some of these. I am nothing more than the "importance" of one body, one person, one piece of man-flesh living in a house in tsawwassen with nothing particularly special about me.
I'm passing lougheed town centre. I've never ridden on this part of the sky train line before.
There's so much I don't know about this area where I live. I'm seeing all these stores and restaurants that I've never been to before. Some of these are probably the favourites of people in the area. Maybe they'd be my favourites if I lived here.
I'm at Brentwood now. What's Brentwood? I've never even heard of it before. Lots of people went to high school here. Lots of people call Brentwood home.
I just started listening to a CD called Progress Reform by a band called iLiKETRAiNS. I saw a random music video of theirs once on much music The Wedge and I was impressed. We'll see how the CD rolls out.
I've switched now at commercial drive and I'm heading back to downtown.. I'll get off at Granville station, thus concluding my little lower mainland tour/adventure. I want to say that I feel more enlightened...no, maybe just a little more socially aware. I'm happy though.
Oops, I wanted to keep writing but the sky train was too fast for me...I stayed on till waterfront and switched to a new one, back to Granville. :P
Man this last seat of mine is rad... it's the very back of one of the newer skytrains and I'm all by myself facing the rear. I like this a lot.
To play with a metaphor of Tracy's, this city is a body and I am a little worker cell being shuttled around from place to place.
I almost read an article today on, of all places, that little msn start page that Internet Explorer automatically links you to. It was making a point of saying essentially how we should be thankful that the super rich exist because they keep our economies stable, the mentality being, since they have super cash, they super spend and thus offset all kinds of greater market discrepancies (on a small scale) because today Mr. Diamonds decided to buy some personal jets and so on. Whereas it takes throngs of blue collar workers to amass 10s of millions of dollars in currency redistribution, but only a few families of the "super rich" to make those kind of purchases every so often. I still don't know how I feel about this premise; however, though at first I scoffed at the article, now I wish I had read it.
Ok, I'm done here now. It's 7:41pm. This has been an enjoyable experience.
:: Austin wrote this at 7:50 PM [link to this post] ::
I only speak the truth!:: Monday, March 26, 2007 ::
Austin: (10:33:20 PM)
janna did you get my text recently?
Austin: (10:55:09 PM)
well I presume you did
Austin: (10:55:56 PM)
but aren't responding to me because you discovered that I've secretly been syphoning small amounts of money out of your bank account ever since we first met at old navy
Austin: (10:56:10 PM)
Well, I just want to say a few things:
Austin: (10:56:34 PM)
I'm not sorry. it was great. I bought lots of good food, I'd do it again if I could
Austin: (10:56:57 PM)
You're a good friend, but you're a bit slow, and I was just too fast for you
Austin: (10:57:58 PM)
too fast, and you got left in the dust
Austin: (10:58:19 PM)
you may never, ever forgive me
Austin: (10:59:19 PM)
you may relentlessly pursue me, seeking retributive justice for years and years, fueled by the pain of such an awful betrayal
Austin: (10:59:37 PM)
but that's fine, I knew that's what I was getting myself into
Austin: (11:00:11 PM)
from the very beginning
Austin: (11:00:22 PM)
in fact I kinda look forward to your pursuit
Austin: (11:00:35 PM)
life's so boring, the rush would be entertaining
Austin: (11:00:58 PM)
BRING IT BITCH
Austin: (11:01:04 PM)
...thats essentially what I mean
Austin: (11:01:11 PM)
in "street" terms
Austin: (11:01:18 PM)
I'm going into hiding
Austin: (11:01:59 PM)
like SUPER hiding... we're talking like japanese-hotel-5-foot-by-3-foot sleeping cubicle hiding
Austin: (11:02:13 PM)
you ain't never going to find me
Austin: (11:02:16 PM)
FOREVER
Austin: (11:03:38 PM)
this will be our last "communication"
Austin: (11:04:40 PM)
from now on you'll only hear from me through the plethora of red herrings I'll be leaving you in your world-wide wild goose chase to track me down
Austin: (11:04:56 PM)
while I relax on the beach of some tropical island
Austin: (11:05:17 PM)
surrounded by the breasts of beautiful women
Austin: (11:05:19 PM)
...
Austin: (11:05:28 PM)
and the women attached to the breasts
Austin: (11:06:38 PM)
sipping on a high-ball on the rocks using only the most expensive imported alcohol money can by
Austin: (11:07:54 PM)
I'd almost ask you to join me, but there wouldn't be any hope for that, by then your rage for me would have grown so large, it would have exceeded the limit of your own person.
Austin: (11:08:32 PM)
even if you caught me, and boiled me alive while eating my children in front of me, when I died, you would still feel unfulfilled
Austin: (11:09:04 PM)
you would have built up the moment of your revenge SO much, that the actual event would be a gross disappointment
Austin: (11:10:28 PM)
like those christmas socks you've been waiting all year to receive
Austin: (11:10:48 PM)
and when you finally do, it's just not nearly as good as in was in your mind
Austin: (11:10:57 PM)
so you might as well not even come after me
Austin: (11:11:16 PM)
not only will you never catch me, but even if you did, you will never feel the fulfillment you want
Austin: (11:11:45 PM)
you might as well just ignore that you ever discovered my syphoning of your hard earned money
Austin: (11:11:52 PM)
and just let it continue occur
Austin: (11:12:02 PM)
because the moment you decide to pursue it
Austin: (11:13:00 PM)
is the same moment you set into motion a massive disappointment that only your own death can ever hope to free you from
Austin: (11:16:28 PM)
having said that, here's the content of the text I sent you: Do you remember Amy Thorp? http://flickr.com/photos/austinofdoom/442808885/
Austin: (11:16:36 PM)
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did
:: Austin wrote this at 11:47 PM [link to this post] ::
That's what we're waiting for
So this is officially my first post from my bed. Hahahahaha I'm loving my new lappy so much. I don't really know what else to say. I finally got fully paid out for my WCB claim, about $1,700 in all. That's pretty sweet I think.
My life sort of exists between two computers right now, this one and my old one. My dad bought my old desktop off me, but he still has to clean out his office so that I can move it in there. And until he cleans out his office, I've been really lazy on moving my files off of my old computer and onto this one. So there it is.
So I got my hair cut on saturday. Yep, it's short now. Not THAT short, but certainly much shorter than it was. I've got this messy side part thing going on now. I really like it. Anyway, as I sat there chatting with my hairdresser about her business, she eventually asked me "So Austin, do you have a girlfriend?" I told her I didn't and she asked why not, to which I replied, "I dunno, I ask myself the same question..."
Anyway, the real point of this story is that she talked to my mom about it, when she was cutting her hair and I was gone, and she told my mom that she thinks she could set me up with someone if I wanted. Now here's the catch: I get my hair done in richmond, in aberdeen center and my hairdresser Elle, well, she's chinese and she has lots of female staff that are all very chinese/japanese. My mom told her she'd have to speak english and Elle said oh yeah she does, she's really nice. We're having lunch with Elle next saturday at the mall... I guess I'll have to have my answer then :P.
anyway, I'll leave you all with this prose poem I wrote recently for poetry class, I'm pretty proud of it.
Shopping
They walked arm in arm in the big city. Bags from unique boutiques hang by their sides as they sit by the pier, eating chocolate ice cream from small plastic dishes. Two young blondes armed with empty car trunks. The sun was shining for them it seemed, and not for the glares of wives whose husbands would gaze just a little too long. With hair like a lighthouse and strides that parted busy street corners, The night served them too. That sticky dance floor tugged at their shoes after a few too many had spilt them over the edge in a sweat filled rush to the next thump, announcing itself in their chests. They found themselves two young snakes to bring home and show their beds. When they got up late the next day, their skin white and cold, they marched to their toilets and threw up dead birds.
P.S. I'm totally 23 in about 10 minutes...
:: Austin wrote this at 11:50 PM [link to this post] ::
