With Gusto

My blog has moved. I am now over at http://www.negativespace.com
and my new address is--:::: http://negativespace.net/gusto


it's better over there. I've been. It's greener, and it snows on XXXmas.

Tragedy is For Those Who Wish to Inseminate the Past

I just made reservations for Milestone's at 12:45pm. Joy, Ben, Michael, Mysterious Person A, and I are going to have Belini's over lunch, and I'm thinking of dressing for the occaision.

Wow, last night was pfun. Joy got the Bottle Rocket DVD from Ben and we watched a Romance. I noticed a lot more about the relationship between Inez and Anthony than Dignan's antics. Although it was good to see Owen Wilson in one of his starting roles now that I've seen more of his recent films. Also a good writer. We also watched that Queer Eye show, of which I think I'm rapidly getting tired of, but am still entertained by. I like the food section. Makes me want to eat fish. Then we watched Wonder Boys. It's American film, so it's sexist, but a good film. Really good detail, and we got to watch the Special Features! I thought I got all of the color schemes and mise en scene metaphors, but apparantly because the film was shot in Pittsburgh, the filmmakers made use of the many bridges there, and put photos of bridges and used the bridges themselves at key moments in the protagonists journey. So that was neat. There was also a historical guide map that informed us about the many great things about Pittsburgh. Then Joy and I had sex. The End.


A prediction of what's to come via discourse with my sister on New Year's Day

Matt says: I'm going to Milestones soon to drink Belinis.

Kristinia says: what is a belini

Matt says: A belini is this ice drink, kinda like a snow cone, but with tequila

Kristina says: oh sounds good

Matt says: mmmmm

Kristina says: my kinda drink

Matt says: mine too, today.

_________

Okay. So. . .

A new poem

Woke up at sunrise, a cloud on fire
smoke in my eyes
from last night’s scotch

Last night I got to play on my new drums. Almost new, anyways. Got new skins for the tom-toms, snare, bass and I even picked up a new cymbal and cymbal stand. Pretty cool. The drum skins are semi-transparent, semi-irridescent blue. Ooh. We're also moving into our new jamspace today. I'll go from having to pay a total of 80 dollars a month for two jamspaces, to 15 dollars a month for one jamspace. And I won't have to parade through the Roseberry house at 3am rustling drum accessories and apologizing to the girls who live there. I hate apologizing. Also discovered that the second band I'm drumming for, Semi-Louise, is a good band when we're all sober. Maybe it's better to trail out in the luxurious jamspace with a bunch of stoners. We'll see. It could all be in my head.

Queer Eye For the Straight Guy is an instant classic. I'm now much more concerned about my hair and have learned a lot about how to style it. I want them to come to our house and have a ball. Erm. I mean -- a home decorating bonanza.

I aim to complete my short story for Thursday. I figure I'm about half-way there, plus a little rewriting. If I don't, I will be a failed artist. Joy has made the switch over to Negative Space. I want to write more poetry. But I'm on a fiction crusade.

"Let's Break out the booze and have -- a spanking." Pancake Leigh

Christmas was fun
and funny.


Went to the Mint last night for Ryan and Aya's going away party. I like that place. I ate a spicy soup with tofu and udon noodles. Tasty McMaesty. Jon was trying to chase a Japanese bird, but she seemed a little loopy and insincere. We'll see. Joy was the only white girl there. Crazy Mika opened a present from Aya, which consisted of one pink rabbit bootee with one erect ear. Crazy M. was pretty happy about it. The G&T was cheap and felt pretty good to drink. The Mint is a classy ordeal. I think it's run with mob money, as I saw two men dressed in black surreptiously enter through the back door. One of the lads had a headset and wanted to talk to the manager. Two minutes later they left with a large black garbage bag filled with _______. Nobody seemed to notice them except me. So who knows, I could have invented the whole ordeal.
Got home, drank some more Gin with Joy and watched South Park. Joy got all tired and we went to bed for a good, long, sleep.

C. is over here right now recovering from Morphine. "The internet said nothing about morphine making me puke!" he refuted.

Tomorrow I'm off to Comox for three days. Joy, Ryan, Jon, Aya and I are going up in the same car. Should be fun.

DAMNIT! I forgot to pick up some booze. Joy wanted to drink tonight, but now I'm unsure if I want to. I don't think I do.

I finished up my Xmas shopping today, and that's it. I'm not really into Christmas these days. I'm into spending the time with friends and family, taking it easy, playing pool in pubs on lazy afternoons. But I don't like it when the suburban hordes take over downtown with their SUVs. Nor do I like how crazy the new money gets when they're finally allowed to spend it. Moneylust. Blerugh.

It's 4:44. My favourite time. It's a good looking time. I had two slices of Greek veggie pizza at the Brickyard today, with a jar of cranberry juice.

Had a gig last night, and an exam before that. Little bit of stress floating around, but now it's all over. But first, last night. What a night. Just fun, I guess. Playing music in a bar, getting paid for it, getting free beer for it. Driving around 10 minutes before the show looking for gange with Jay and Chris Mackenzie, finding some at the base of a giant flag pole, lit up with Sihk emblems. Chris talking about the Maxim model who wanted his number, and the porn director he befriended. Joy was there, so was Pete and Morgan, loads of others. After the show we went to Logan's (Joy exempt. . . tired and too cute) to see Dave Chenery's CD release party. What a haven for scenesters that place is, and I was far too drunk and high to really communicate with any of them. I don't really know how to relate to them in the first place especially at the pub, when they've all collected into the scene. Most people are older than me, so who knows, that probably has something to do with it. Feels like high school, in some ways. An incestuous little scene. Chelsea, Dave's new bird, was there, too.
Chenery rocked the stage with his sloppy death-folk approach. I got a free CD as well. Sounds pretty good.
At one point, I threw a bedframe into the middle of the street, and some dude who lived above where it landed got really excited in a mean sort of way. "This isn't Logan's Playground!" he shouted out of his small window. "Sorry man, the bedframe was in my way..." and so on. I think he shut the window after I left him. Pete said, "He looked quite angry." I said, "Well look where he lives..." and so on. He reacted as if he lived in the neighborhood where you don't dump stuff in the streets. Dump whatever you want on the the sidewalks, but the roads, those are for cars, and nothing else.

Had the last Cup of Joe today. Sigh. Had a veggie hash to celebrate. Joy and I are going to see Matrix 3 and Lost in Translation tonight with Ryan and Aya. We're also getting a free ride with them up to Comox. So nice. I hate paying for long boring bus rides when I can hitchhike for free and (usually) get to Comox faster.
So, good gig, school's finished, next week I don't have to work, only sit, read, and write next to a fireplace and drive around Comox with Joy. Should be fun. Calm.