I'm starting to accept the importance of down time. Doing nothing, eating ice cream, watching TV, listening to lots of cleanly produced pop punk, and early 90s northwest indie stuff. Down to one job from two, working five days a week; it's less work but my mind has been so frazzled when I'm off shift, stepping out from the shelter into the fresh air. I barely register the bike ride home. I'm on automatic until I reach the sanctity of my apartment, microwave some coffee (I'm using the microwave, signs of giving up) and put on some mixtape I'm stumped on. I play and rewind, play and rewind, fill up the coffee, dump the grinds, fill up the coffee.
A large part of my job requires listening to people, hearing what they're saying, and responding without accidentally inserting judgement, bias, or condescension. It should be as simple as thinking before I speak, right? But it's not. Being full time at the shelter this year I am starting to realize how I interact with my environment, and am more aware of myself in it, physically, if that makes sense.
All existentialism aside, here's some stuff:
My friend Reece, whom I've long admired for his tireless productivity, among countless other qualities of person, and my shift partner Travis, whom I've known just as long but now spend 3 days a week processing feelings with and complaining to, have a piece of land out in P.E.I., which they are building small structures on, planning to reforest, and orchardize (new word!). I've never been but it looks amazing and I'd love to visit. Anyway, this summer they canoed to ghost towns in the Yukon, and Reece wrote a zine about it. I have a mild obsession with ghost towns, so I was super stoked to read it.
HARI LEGS will be playing a fundraiser show on the 2nd of February at the Chateau Ouesty (the new punk house west of the Chateau Noir, Vancouver, BC). And then Hari is going back to Montreal, which makes us all very sad. Other bands include the PRO-TEENS, and probably whoever else wants to jump on the bill, as long as its over by 11pm! There's an event on stupid whateverbook, but I just told you about it, so just go and fuck everything else. The show is a fundraiser is for a new DIY space that I'm hoping to help out with as much as possible. DIY or die!!
A large part of my job requires listening to people, hearing what they're saying, and responding without accidentally inserting judgement, bias, or condescension. It should be as simple as thinking before I speak, right? But it's not. Being full time at the shelter this year I am starting to realize how I interact with my environment, and am more aware of myself in it, physically, if that makes sense.
All existentialism aside, here's some stuff:
My friend Reece, whom I've long admired for his tireless productivity, among countless other qualities of person, and my shift partner Travis, whom I've known just as long but now spend 3 days a week processing feelings with and complaining to, have a piece of land out in P.E.I., which they are building small structures on, planning to reforest, and orchardize (new word!). I've never been but it looks amazing and I'd love to visit. Anyway, this summer they canoed to ghost towns in the Yukon, and Reece wrote a zine about it. I have a mild obsession with ghost towns, so I was super stoked to read it.
HARI LEGS will be playing a fundraiser show on the 2nd of February at the Chateau Ouesty (the new punk house west of the Chateau Noir, Vancouver, BC). And then Hari is going back to Montreal, which makes us all very sad. Other bands include the PRO-TEENS, and probably whoever else wants to jump on the bill, as long as its over by 11pm! There's an event on stupid whateverbook, but I just told you about it, so just go and fuck everything else. The show is a fundraiser is for a new DIY space that I'm hoping to help out with as much as possible. DIY or die!!
xolegs