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quick pupdate.

the job is working out well, draining my worries away.... this is the reason employment is called occupation

everything smells great. i love september.

THE STATUS 'PO

I've you've been within five feet of me this week you probably know my double-whammy of sob stories.

My debit card and PIN were cloned/scammed/hacked/frauded/whatever, my account is overdrafted by $1000, and locked pending the super-pleasant fraud investigation. It's such a fucking hassle, but I'll admit with a little pressure RBC eventually came through, advancing me seed money for my week of Outgames debauchery.

Surprisingly coming in a close second in my woeful week, my company lost their main contract and I'm facing a layoff mid-month.

It's an awkward feeling... I never meant to embark on a career as a travel agent... so I'm not sure how I feel about suddenly having to find another job...

but I'm good at it, and perhaps due to my fetish-like fondness for all things complex and chaotic, really enjoy it.... so much so that I'm aligning my paths to combine design, travel, and business... my explanatory scenario generally reads "eventually, I want to be the guy who designs the identity for an airline, or spearheads the design revamp of a hotel chain..."

in the meantime, I've got some more time to put in being a Sabre-geek.

at first, it was really scary watching experienced colleagues pulling up fares... it's this odd physical-mental human-computer twitching... you describe to sabre what you want (be it a passenger record or a list of flight options), wait for a response, do a split-second analysis of what has been presented to you, and repeat the twitching transactions again and again, all the while maintaining chipper and efficient conversation with the client.

anyway, stuff is happening. more to come...

Out(games) of Order

The Outgames have begun.

Gay men are wandering helplessly through the city. It draws attention to the forgotten fact that Montreal pretends to present itself on the standard north-south axis, as New York or Toronto are... whatever human instincts we have left to get our bearings are simply tossed aside....

I drank like a 23 year old last night, which is out of character for me...

And at 9am this morning, I couldn't tell which element of my predicament was more horrific:

- the fact that i was vomiting in a metro station... or...
- the fact that i was vomiting in the metro station in VERDUN.

(to verdun's credit, i'd never been there before, and the station is stunning.)

p.s. - given the likelihood that a potential employer may attempt to google me this week, i'd like to point out that i'm more fond of architecture than i am of alcohol....

general update

grand prix weekend. sounds chaotic. air choking. people overwhelming. glossy dirty metal machines moving too quickly. gawking at poor stupid people gawking at rich stupid people.

i wasn't meant to be here.

combustion.

flesh. fiction. scars. scabs. wounds. healing. picking them open just to change. i know, it's irrational.

rationality. ritalin. respiration. repetition. reasons for everything.

red bull. beer. metamucil. nothing goes down smooth. enough.

all the lonely people. heros nowhere to be found.

drunk. thirsty. brothers. fools.

summer has arrived.

Extreme Marketing....

I don't really need to comment on this.... Ty Pennington is a spokesperson.... go watch the video.

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i envy....

Cryptic Question

an issue has cropped up...

the question is: how do you turn suspenders into, uh, (lemon-flavored) gatorade?

more later.

How's your job?....

Gavin

He's 16 weeks-ish....

the flu.

missed class. twice. and work. three days worth...

i really don't remember being this sick before... but maybe we just tend to forget a few weeks after we've recovered...

the whole world is a cesspool of pestilence.

when avian flu breaks out here, i'll volunteer to go first... i'm cool with that...