In the Beginning...

I was once a young lad, about your age. Back in those days, we flew our ponies to school. Forty-Two miles in the pixie dust. Now I know this may seem strange to you, what with your knew confounded devices, but at one point, when machines didn't have genes, we actually cared about eachother. I remember it like it was yesterday. We'd all get along. No questions, just treating everyone the same. This all changed when people started deciding there needed to be a way to divide the strong from the weak, the lucky from the unfortunate in other words. This involved many leaves, what we now call money. Back them, sitting beside a newly slain unicorn, it seemed so new and progressive. Before you knew it, half the land was sprawling, more than ever before. We didn't really think of the ones we left behind, who can think of others when one has the matters of where to put the new fishbowl or tower in mind. So we just kept going, while the others, they stayed with what they shared. But the growing monster of wealth wouldn't allow it. No, we killed off all the faeries, ponies, and doves, and left them to carry our toxic waste without a glove. And as if that wasn't enough, we decided they were somehow lower than us. This of course meant bombing, preaching, and treating them like shit. When never did we think that we were the pricks. We weren't better or superior in any way. They just wanted to love eachother, and for that, for some reason, they payed. I know it may be hard to believe. I'll tell yah, it's definitely hard to say. But i want you to think long and hard about this, because this is what brought us to where we are today.

Summer

Man, Summer is here, and it's been great. Working at the Jazz Festival, going to the amazing Bluesfest, being Demetrius in Midsummer Night's Dream, chilling with lots of great people... you can see why I haven't posted in a LONG time. Still, my apologies to all the avid readers of this blog, who probably won't even bother to read this now. Oh my, I'm leaving to work or volunteer (not entirely sure which yet) at Camp Misquah on Monday for a week, which should be great, although there's certain people I'll miss. I hope you all made it out to the two aforementioned music festivals, as both were amazing, with some unforgettable shows (The White Stripes, DJ Champion, Final Fantasy, The Conga Kings, Gogol Bordello, The Neville Brothers... the list goes on). I know I had my doubts about my Jazz Festival internship, but it turned out to be the best job I have yet to undertake. The office work may have been tedious and repetitive, but once the festival started; in between spilling garbage on myself, meeting amazing people, and watching jazz, all I had to do was sit back and be an old sleeping man named Dusty (or so I'm told). The Blues Festival was everything I expected, and more, I'd go over all the concerts I loved, but that would take forever, so honestly, if you want to know about any shows I see this Summer, feel free to ask. Needless to say, after this month of music festivals I am suffering somewhat of a withdrawal. This will eventually be quenched when I go to Osheaga in Montreal in September to see the likes of Stars, Feist, and perhaps most exciting Damien fucking Rice. Hey Zeuss! Man, after this rather formal post, I think I'll leave you of with some poetry/short story anecdote thingy, whatever you call them. Have a good Summer if it takes me months to post again, which I'll try to prevent.