Today I've been walking with a bit more spring in my step because I found out this morning that one of my favorite bands is coming to Edmonton this fall. What kind of band would make Michael step a bit more lively and grin like a jackass all day like he did today, you ask? Well, Nine Inch freakin' Nails, buster! That's right, Trent Reznor and the boys will be coming to Edmonton on November 16, and I'm going. Woooo! I was tempted to talk about how I was walking on gumdrop trails and singing, "Tra la la la la la" everywhere I went all day before breaking the news about the arrival of one of the premier hard rock acts in the world because that's good contrast. Anyway, what's even cooler is that one of the opening acts is none other than Queens Of The Stone Age! This show is going to kick my ass! I'll see you all there I reckon.
It's been a good year of live music in this little town and I take all the credit for it. What many of you don't realize is that I had to keep wishing at 11:11 each day (a ritual taught to me by my friend Jessica). Why 11:11? Because it's all ones. I know it doesn't make much sense, but that's just how the universe works I'm afraid to say. You all thought that you had to work and scrounge and sweat away the best years of your lives to build a good nestegg when all along it was just making wishes at the proper times and poof, Nine Inch Nails are coming to town! Fucking awesome! Looking at my clock I see that 11:11 is nigh approaching so I should definitely get my next wish ready. Tonight I'm wishing for some bitching sideburns! Sideburn City here I come!
See you suckers in the A.M.!!!! Michael out.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I Am My Own Worst Enemy
So today I went to a bookstore and spent quite a while just browsing through the vast selection of magazines and books I've never even heard of. Specifically, I went there to pick up the latest issue of Kitchen Sink because a letter that I wrote to Kaya Oakes about an article she wrote in the last issue was being published. Anytime you can go to a major bookstore and purchase something that has your name attached to it, written by you, is quite a thrill. Minor victories to be sure.
But standing among those racks and racks of literature it dawned on me. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to my writing. Those of you who know me know that I dream of someday making a career of my writing. It takes a lot of hard work and motivation to attain that dream, but it is attainable. I think that one of the major problems I have as a writer is that I make the whole process of writing more complicated than it has to be. I'm always going out to buy books and magazines on making me a better writer and I read them and then I get frustrated because they make the whole thing seem like some sort of mystical journey that I'm too much of a cynic to believe in. All I need to do is just write. That's all. I don't need all this peripheral crap and all this time spent buying more and more peripheral crap bogging me down. I mean, for fuck's sake, is buying an expensive pen and thick stock paper going to somehow transform me into Henry Miller? No. So why the fuck do I do it? And believe me, I have good ideas in my head for written works, but they're only in my head because I'm too busy wasting my time to get them down on the paper.
I am my own worst enemy.
Next time any of you see me in a bookstore buying books on writing practices or in an office supply megastore or some sort wasting more money and time on selecting just the right pen and expensive paper please do me a favor and kick me in the ass. I sorely need it.
But standing among those racks and racks of literature it dawned on me. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to my writing. Those of you who know me know that I dream of someday making a career of my writing. It takes a lot of hard work and motivation to attain that dream, but it is attainable. I think that one of the major problems I have as a writer is that I make the whole process of writing more complicated than it has to be. I'm always going out to buy books and magazines on making me a better writer and I read them and then I get frustrated because they make the whole thing seem like some sort of mystical journey that I'm too much of a cynic to believe in. All I need to do is just write. That's all. I don't need all this peripheral crap and all this time spent buying more and more peripheral crap bogging me down. I mean, for fuck's sake, is buying an expensive pen and thick stock paper going to somehow transform me into Henry Miller? No. So why the fuck do I do it? And believe me, I have good ideas in my head for written works, but they're only in my head because I'm too busy wasting my time to get them down on the paper.
I am my own worst enemy.
Next time any of you see me in a bookstore buying books on writing practices or in an office supply megastore or some sort wasting more money and time on selecting just the right pen and expensive paper please do me a favor and kick me in the ass. I sorely need it.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
One Week To Go
Date: Tuesday, August 9, 2005
Time: 8:00 p.m.
Place: The Ironhorse Pub (8101 - 103 Street, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada)
What The Fuck Is Happening: The Raving Poets return for a one-off poetry show! A twenty reader open mic poetry reading with backing by the Raving Poets band.
Be There.
Oh. And this is a test post for my blog. From here I should get some tweaking done and make something respectable of all this. If you're visiting me thank you for dropping by and please keep dropping by because I do plan on making this better yet.
Time: 8:00 p.m.
Place: The Ironhorse Pub (8101 - 103 Street, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada)
What The Fuck Is Happening: The Raving Poets return for a one-off poetry show! A twenty reader open mic poetry reading with backing by the Raving Poets band.
Be There.
Oh. And this is a test post for my blog. From here I should get some tweaking done and make something respectable of all this. If you're visiting me thank you for dropping by and please keep dropping by because I do plan on making this better yet.
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