i'm getting published

...well, sort of.

I made this insignificant entry, 3 years ago in my livejournal, when I first arrived fresh faced in Montreal. Well, this picture, along with a sentence from the entry is getting published in a book called We Feel Fine: An Almanac of Human Emotion. It's hitting the bookshelves on December 1, and there will be a launch party and all that jazz in New York. They're even sending me a complimentary copy, which is quite awesome.

The picture they're using by the way is this one:

It was taken in what was formerly known as Cafe Esperanza, and I was with my friend Sara watching Caroline Keating perform on the open mic. I think she's somewhere in Europe now, playing to European audiences and doing European things.

disillusionment

I've been thinking about my priorities as of late.

I've also realized that depending on other people is an exercise in futility. That's not news for a lot of people, but it's something I am experiencing at the moment. I am stupid for letting people disappoint me so much.

Every time the temperature goes above 5 degrees, the huge block of ice on the roof starts melting and our ceilings begin to leak dirty brown rainwater everywhere. So while everyone is happily enjoying the beautiful balmy spring weather I am listening to the miserable dripping of my ceilings. One of the leaks is right above my mattress.

I'm old enough to know that time doesn't slow down, even if you've ground to a halt.

I hope things are better next week.

february

It snows a lot here.