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I'm in Halifax, doing the rounds of all the coffee shops where friends of mine work. There are such a lot of them. Yay!
I'll be seeing my mum tomorrow. Yay again!
We're holding Christmas on Sunday this year, although I've been celebrating non-stop since Solstice. Happy New Year everyone,

Peace out,
Psmith

Current Location:
just us coffee shop, barrington street
Current Music:
tom Waites
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Check this Out! This is done with paint, no photo manipulation, no tricks, just PAINT!

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I have decided to refrain from masterbating for the remainder of the month, just to see what happens.

I normally masturbate 1 to 4 times a day.

This should be interesting.

On an unrelated topic, Nicky is here. Yay!

Current Location:
Mudhouse, Toronto
Current Mood:
chipper chipper
Current Music:
La Riviere de Notre Enfance - Garou
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I have spent a surprisingly significant amount of the past week looking after invalids. Last night, I stayed up until about 4:00am, keeping an eye on my roommate until his brother got home.

Wednesday is fast approaching, the day when Claro and I shall set off for Nova Scotia. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. There will be kayaking and sleeping out-of-doors and knitting and cats and Mum and Corey and Dad oh boy oh boy oh boy! I doubt that we'll be able to do all the things I wanted us to do, on account of only having two weeks, one of which will probably be spent in transit, but it'll still be awesome, I bet. Oh boy oh boy oh boy!

I'm waiting for my laundry.

Current Location:
Mudhouse, Toronto
Current Mood:
excited excited
Current Music:
Easier - Highland Heights
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Here's the story: Margaret goes for a walk in the Tiaga forest, where she comes across an injured faun. Being of a compassionate nature, she tries to help it, but then, before her eyes, the faun becomes a handsome young man. They fall in love and spend the night together, but come morning he turns back into a faun and they are separated. Margaret goes back home. Months go by and Margaret learns that she is pregnant. Finally, she decides to return to the Tiaga to search for her lover. He, meanwhile, has been pining for her all this time, much to his mother's frustration. They find one another in the forest and spend another blissful night. After Margaret falls asleep, her lover hears his angry mother approaching. She is the Queen of the Tiaga, a sort of magical fairy creature who doesn't have much truck with humans. She reminds him that he was abandoned by his human parents and that she rescued him and raised him and that she has sworn to keep him away from the world of mortals, with all its pain and cruelty and death. She makes it clear that she does not approve of his infatuation with Margaret. He pleads with her to let him spend one more night with Margaret in his human form, and then he will return to her to be with her forever, and never again dally in the world of men. The Queen agrees. Both are seeking to break their word at the first oppourtunity. Margaret's lover plans to use his one night of grace to run away with her, leaving his mother behind. Meanwhile, a Rake, having just murdered his three children, is currently hiding out in the forest. He spies Margerat on her own and kidnaps her. He carries her away, bound and thrown across his horse. Margaret's lover follows in hot pursuit. The Rake is stopped when he reaches the wild Annan Water (some poetic license may be required here, as the Tiaga is in England and Annan Water is in Scotland). The Rake is at a loss to cross the river, until the Queen appears. In return for removing her son's temptation, she offers to help the Rake by flying him and Margaret across to the other side. She tells the Rake that, as far as she is concerned, he may do whatever he likes with his victim: rape her, kill her, just take her away. The Rake does so, bringing Margaret to an abandoned castle on the other side of the river. When the Queen's son reaches the river, he can hear Margaret calling to him from the other side. His mother pleads with him to stay, but he defies her, trying to find a way across. Running out of time and options, he finally makes a bargain with the river itself. He swears that, if the river will let him pass this once, it may take him when he returns. The waters calm and allow him to cross over. He sets off at a run to rescue his lover, who is at that very time being taunted by the vile Rake. But just as the Rake is about to have his way with Margaret, he hears the voices of his children, who have risen from their graves to haunt him. As the ghosts circle around, Margaret's lover arrives at last to rescue her. Exactly what happens next, or how much time passes before we see the lovers again is unknown (indeed, much of this story is guesswork and extrapolation) but somehow, they find themselves back at Annan Waters, where Margaret's lover must make good on his earlier promise. Margaret chooses to enter the waters with him, and they drown together. The End.
At this point, I feel that I should apologize for my lack of paragraphs. I'm typing on my iPod, which for some reason won't let me use rich text and I don't feel like typing in the damn HTML code for every linebreak.
The above story is the plot to the Decemberists' latest album, The Hazards of Love, or at least, I think that's the plot. It's not always easy to tell with Colin Meloy's lyrics. At their concert on Monday night, the band walked on stage, played through the entire Hazards of Love album with no breaks, each song transitioning smoothly into the next. After an hour of solid music, they said, "Hello, we're the Decemberists," and took a quick break. It was freaking amazing!
Also, we learned that if a warehouse full of people shout their names all at the same time, the result sounds a little like 'Matt', which is apparently the sound equivelent of the colour brown.

'Till the radio plays something familiar,
X
Current Location:
Toronto Resource Library
Current Mood:
amused amused
Current Music:
Stars - Phillip Quast
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Taken from www.wm3.org :

(Little Rock AR, June 29, 2009) – On Thursday, the Arkansas Supreme Court ordered the Craighead County Circuit Court and Judge David Burnett to “correct supplemented record on appeal,” requiring the lower court to include a sworn affidavit by a prominent Arkansas attorney that alleges extraordinary juror misconduct in Damien Echols’s original trial. Legal scholars believe the juror’s actions led to a wrongful conviction of Echols and Jason Baldwin. The Supreme Court’s action turned back efforts by District Attorney Dustin McDaniel to keep the exculpatory new evidence from the justices’ consideration. McDaniel had asked the Supreme Court to deny Echols’s request to include the affidavit, originally filed in May 2008.

Known as Baldwin exhibit 76, because it is concurrently under consideration in Jason Baldwin’s hearing for a new trial in Jonesboro, the sworn affidavit reveals shocking details of improper conversations that the jury foreman, Kent Arnold, conducted with the attorney while the original trial was in progress, clearly violating the law and the rights of Damien Echols and Jason Baldwin to a fair and impartial trial. In those conversations, Arnold indicates that he had prejudged Echols’s guilt and was trying to convince other jurors to convict based upon news reports of the so-called confession of Jessie Misskelley, which was barred from admission at the Echols-Baldwin trial. In essence, the jury foreman introduced Misskelley’s false confession into jury deliberations.

In addition to the juror misconduct, new evidence includes DNA and forensic findings that link others to the crime scene, and not Damien, Jason Baldwin or Jesse Misskelley.

The Arkansas Supreme Court has given Judge David Burnett 30 days to complete the record. It will likely take another 30 to 60 days before the Court is ready to review the new evidence.
Current Location:
Mudhouse, Toronto
Current Mood:
contemplative contemplative
Current Music:
Down in the River
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I'm sitting next to a fountain on the Danforth right now, trying to remember how one goes about writing a journal entry again. Inexplicably, I seem to have lost the knack. There's a fresh garbage bag in the basket by my side, garbage trucks driving through the streets again, and a street sweeper walking past catching all the discarded cigarette butts while wearing a t-shirt which reads "I'm not paid enough to be nice to you". I haven't been sleeping properly lately, sometimes going to sleep at 6:00am or later, sometimes not sleeping at all, sometimes staying in bed for more than ten hours at a go. I'm finding it worrisome. Yesterday I made sweet potato gnocci with Blaze and Michelle, which is to say I sat and watched them makking gnocci then helped them to eat it. There was a great deal of wine involved. It was highly enjoyable. Then I went to Claro's house, where there was ice cream and chips and Claro. Children running around me right now are eating ice cream, which makes me wish I was eating ice cream, but I'm really trying to keep my expenses down these days. I don't like spending more than I make, and since I'm currently making $100 a month, it takes a bit of self-restraint. In other news, the Mudhouse has now officially become a Mud-home, as we now have a doorframe with little lines on it to mark everyone's height. Peace out, Free the West Memphis Three, Tyson
Current Location:
Danforth
Current Mood:
blah blah
Current Music:
Supertheory of Supereverything - Gogol Bordello
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It seems I can't turn on my computer these days without seeing an ad for Vimax pills. I don't know why, but I find these ads to be quite indecent. Honestly, if I had a kid I think I'd rather they see a picture of a penis than this bombardment of advertising for penis-enlargement. It's just so crass, and of course the ads are all completely heteronormative. Honestly, I don't know why the mature content filters on most computers will cut out images of boobs but allow this. Am I just being crazy here? Anyone else have any thoughts?
Current Location:
Mudhouse, Toronto
Current Mood:
annoyed annoyed
Current Music:
Fundamentaly Loathsome - Marilyn Manson
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I think I might have H1N1. I had a cough yesterday that I didn't really think anything of, and today I found out that my roommate has been confirmed as having H1N1. He's doing fine, and he's no longer contageous unless you actually make out with him, or drink from the same cup, but apparently he was contageous for some time before that...

Or maybe I just had a cough.
In any case, even if I did have it, I'm not coughing anymore, so I'm only potentially dangerous to people who make out with me...

Oh.

Damn.


In other news, I decided to dress like a girl and go for a walk in Kensington Market today. I got two hugs, one kiss, some free perfume, and I was offered a job, a pair of sandals and oral sex. Since those last three were all from the same person, I told him I'd have to get back to him. I was tempted to take him up on the sandals, but I don't think he had any in my size anyway.

Then I came home and got nekkid.
Hooray for nekkidity in the Mudhouse again.

Goodnight all. Much love,
Tyson
Current Location:
Mudhouse, Toronto
Current Mood:
curious curious
Current Music:
Just Like Starting Over - John Lennon
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Festival season is in the air here in Toronto. In the past week, walking about the city I've seen fire-eaters, stilt-walkers, contortionists, acrobats, clowns, jugglers and a Frenh-Canadian who danced round in circles and pulled scaps of paper from his hat while playing the electric cello, which he must have studied. Little Italy has been closed off to traffic, leaving the streets open for carnies, hot and cold food stalls, performers and bands. I passed by a man standing on a rickity platform so that he sould be seen from down the street. As he twirled a flaming Devil's stick dangerously close to his face he declaired, "This is how I shave in the morning!" And, moving the stick further downward, "All over!"
Muscular college students offer people free rides in their bicycle-drawn carts. Life is good.

My internet is down at home. I'm at the Library right now. I have a new haicut. My session is almost over.

Fairwell,

Tyson
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