Hometown Hoedown

So I never really said what I've been up to over the break. Sure, I told you of my troubles at the airport; but what about what happened after? Well I did spend a few lovely days in Ottawa catching up with friends like Savanna, Stefan, and Barry. I did have a nice drive back to Whitby with my friend Nicole. After that holiday activities started to leave my control and subsequently result in the elations and disappointments of my heart.
Over the past three nights (not including last night) I have been attending a mini-festival of local and nearby music called Hometown Hoedown. It was three nights of great bands, old and new friends, and a lot of dancing. An atmosphere that I have to abandon when I head out East for school surrounded me on Wed-Sat night and I exuberantly celebrated the warm feelings that come from these types of holiday celebrations. Some people enjoy the office parties, or the family raunts on ice-skates or sleds. Personally I like artistic creation and appreciation for my yule tidings.
I love a building with warm colored walls, balloons, and streamers in adornment - with an even warmer atmosphere inside. I love people who talk and listen to each other rather than at each other. I love music that is edgy, un-tailored, and raw. I also love photography:

The Wooden Sky

The Magic

Colin Medley

After the storm

I never thought I would start my holiday break with a 23 hour stay in Halifax International Airport. Yet there I was, looking at the Air Canada website trying to book my second flight. Sunday December 16 was predicted as "White Sunday" by many weather networks for awhile. I had remained optimistic up to that point, and things weren't changing. After my first canceled flight I figured I could just book for later in the evening. After another cancellation and a re-booking for Air Canada's 8:50am flight to Ottawa my spirits were starting to droop. After I spoke with a few friend's on the same flight as me, some heading to London, England, and other too Newfoundland and realized no one was leaving the airport in the next while I knew something epically dismal was happening. Well I unpacked my external hard-drive, set up my laptop, and began to work on editing one of my most recent film projects.At midnight I was struck with how the airport was now starting to look like a makeshift hostel. From excessively long Tim Horton's lines to people sleeping on any free surface, I was witnessing something I'd never before seen.
Luckily I made it on to my plane at 8:50am and everything seemed to be going well. I was tired from not sleeping and feeding myself on Tim's and Starbucks (both things I am not proud of), so I instantly feel asleep. When I awoke to seeing airport ground I assumed I had slept the entire way. I felt elevated with joy until I noticed the gloomy faces surrounding me. Eventually I heard the end of an announcement that was apologizing for something. That was all I needed to hear to know that I was still in Halifax. Later I found out that the runway was frozen. After another hour long wait I was back on the plane and ready to leave. Finally I landed in Ottawa around 3pm.

Update on academia

So it has been awhile since I've posted. My apologies. The academic life at StFX took me as its prisoner and I just broke free. So in the beginning I was a slave to my courses doing papers and projects galore. Nicely the course masters let me free for an evening of celebration when I got my X ring. Once that was done I had to face the reality that in two days I would write my first exam of 2007 - Auditing. Well I studied hard and still feel like that exam took a little bit of my life without giving anything in return. However the next day brought kinder tidings in the form of my Ethics exam. This was a philosophy course (my minor) and thus even an exam could be delightful. The next day brought my Business Policy course. Probably the most ridiculous and misleading course I have ever taken at X I highly dreaded this exam. Luckily it was simply 89 multiple choice questions and thus not as unpleasant as possible. Sunday brought a day of break and the time to do my 10th episode of Well Versed. I wrote e-business the next day, which went better than anticipated. In between I had a 4 day break which allowed me to catch up with some friends and do some Christmas chores. Then I set in to two intense days of studying for Financial Accounting. This was the exam I was most concerned about and now feel as though I did relatively well.
The most pleasant part of exams were the moments in between writing (for less than obvious reasons). I spent my time in either the library or the Student Union Building among other hard-working students. The close proximity of many of the people I care for brought joy in distressing times. I made new friends in Erica, Samantha, Charlotte, and Kelsey. I became closer with my roommate Wil. I caught up with people I haven't seen - like Aaron. I got to be artistic with Pendle. I even had a great conversation with my dear friend Mark. Surprisingly this was the toughest yet most productive exam season ever!

Well Versed Episode 10

My poetry show Well Versed for the week of December 3. Listen every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS

10 episode anniversary! A holiday special and last episode until 2008. Holiday poems played included:

• A Child's Christmas in Wales -Dylan Thomas
  
• The Bells - Edgar Allen Poe
  

Across the Universe

Along with being named after my favorite Beatles song, this movie has found a way in to my heart for different reasons.Across the Universe reminded me of the beauty behind the music of The Beatles. As I watched the two main characters discover themselves, love, purpose, and independence I also watched how the music of The Beatles grew. Going from their casual and easy-going beginnings to a much harsher and more aggressive style the Beatles music always impressed in its varying subject matter. Equally, this movies characters and themes were diverse and ever-changing.
The visuals in Universe moved from traditional to psychedelic and appropriately depicted the way a generation viewed the United States. Including references to the Beatles that ranged from character names (the leads include Jude, Lucy, and Prudence) to a dance sequence featuring the Blue Meanies (remember The Yellow Submarine).
I was brought to tears by the love story in this movie that was carried by an excellent arrangement and medley of Beatles music that will move me until the day I die.

X-ring is over

It is odd that the magnitude of this moment didn't set in until it was all over. Yesterday was supposed to be the biggest day of my life here at StFX and I still don't know if that is true. Now I won't put it out of the running, but if X-ring was the most memorable day it would be because of what lead to that moment.
Even as I sit here and write this blog, mere hours past the last moment of celebratory bliss, I can't force myself not to think of the wonderful times I've spent at X. Last night little connections that I made over my 4 years on campus were appreciated. The ability to look someone in the eyes and understand a bit of their worries - without knowing their name - was realized. And an ability to fell comfortable hugging someone for drawn out moments in a crowd became more than touching. The whole thing was memorable.
Last night people let go. We reveled in our successes and applauded ourselves for a job well done. If it is possible I was one with StFX last night. Alumni talk about a spirit that surrounds this school and a family in which I am now apart. I think I am beginning to feel the effects of the meaning behind those words...and I like it.

Well Versed Episode 9

My radio show Well Versed for the week of November 26. Listen every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS

This show was more of a personal account of my thoughts and memories surrounding poetry. I played and read a variety of works meaningful to me that included:

• Waltz # 2 - Elliot Smith
  
• A Sunday Smile - Beirut
  
• A Light on in the Attic - Shel Silverstein
  
• Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost
  

What...another end?

I didn't think I would miss my classes. Sure, I'm no stranger to the heart pains and strains of anything that you've invested memories and time in. Usually its the passing of certain happy moments, or entering into new possibilities that creates those nostalgic moments of forgotten joy and a fondness for just about anything. I love being so happy you feel sad, but I am always surprised when it happens. Once again I have surprised myself as these feelings re-appear as the holiday season nears, classes end, and thoughts of family begin to rise.
It strikes me as apparent and relieving to note that my nostalgia has extended into a reflection of the professors I have only for a few more exams, the classmates that I've struggled through projects with, and even the rooms that used to imprison me at the same time every week. Perhaps as I only have a few more days in waiting for my X-ring I realize that I will be leaving yet another life behind in only a few months. Oh how time passes...

Well Versed Episode 8

My radio show Well Versed for the week of November 19 about hopes and dreams. Listen every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS

On this show I interview local poet and artist Russel Welsh - one of the most honest people I have met I am pleased to present this man to you. Also played:

• I Sold My Wealth - Odessa Thornhill
• My Confession - Q The Romantic Revolutionary
  
• Keep It On My Fridge - Tanya Davis
  
• Secret - Meryn Cadell
  
• Barreling Madly - Steph Berntson
  
• Had I Been There - Nora Smithhisler
  
• At Least I Tried - Nora Smithhisler
  
• Deconstruct - John Akpata
  
• Hope - Danielle Gregoire
  
  

11 more days

Yes, I am posting about X ring. I am doing something I never thought I would do, and that is to get excited about something material to the point that I have to tell everyone around me. However, the X ring is something far more than a material object.
If you do not know what I refer to then I will explain. It is quite simple on the surface. The X ring is simply the school ring of St. Francis Xavier University. It is given out in the graduating year on the feast day of St. Francis Xavier (Dec 3).
Beyond all this is where the meaning and importance lies. X ring is a milestone at StFX. It is equal, if not greater, in celebratory festivity and memory. The X ring ceremony is something for students to mark their achievements. It is simple and without frills. There are few speeches, no honorary degrees, and just 1 day that I have been counting down to since I first arrived here over 4 years ago.

A French Onion Soup

Last Friday I would have told you that I really hadn't cooked in awhile. I would have said this in between judging a high school debate tournament and handing you a Christmas colored Rice Krispy square with dried cranberries and saying, "well, besides this, but that's really nothing." Of course I remedied this the following evening as I made dinner for a few special friends of mine. On Saturday, after another round of debates and fatigue from the toga party I attended after handing out the squares, I made a french onion soup (complete with bread, swiss, and emmental cheese) and ratatouille. It was a first in both dishes and they went over extremely well. My friends kindly honored me with a Oreo crust, caramel and chocolate topped, peanut butter crunch cheesecake. They watched in anticipation as I took my first tantalizing bite and leaned back in orgasmic palate pleasure.
To make the evening better I was greeted by my roommate and some more friends upon my return home. They were playing outside in the leaves and I was able to capture this great shot.

Well Versed Episode 7

Episode 7 of my hour long poetry show Well Versed for the week of November 12. Listen every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS

On this show I focus on jobs, money, and work. I discuss all the stresses, problems, and difficulties that work has created in our lives. Poems played include:

• Resurrection - John Akpata
• Job Application - Meryn Cadell
  
• Buy Stuff 3:01 Bona Boonaafied Books & Spoken 1 18/11/07 9:11 PM
• Flight Attendant - Meryn Cadell
  
• Minimum Rage [a capella] - Free Will
  
• America - White Noise Machine
  
• Spelling Bee - Meryn Cadell
• Make a Sandwich - Rob Hardy
  
• Knitting - Meryn Cadell
  
• Arsenic And Boldface - Kevin Matthews
  
• Snap Shot - Sheri-D Wilson
  
• I Worked With A Girl - Arianna
  
• Big Sky Alberta - Sheri-D Wilson
  
• Writeous -John Akpata
  
• Apocalyptic After-Party - Bona
  
  

The Radio friends

So I was just reading the blog of fellow DJ and dear friend Shannon and found the whole thing endearing. Now these terms befell my mind due to reasons to close to the heart to describe. However, I will say that I have been touched by the positive effect of my actions this evening for that and for other reasons.
I also received an e-mail from my parents after my movie review show, Celluloid Radio, on 92.5 The Fox aired (every Tuesday at 7pm AST). It encourages me to know that my parents listen to my show. It reminds me

a) that people care about me; and
b) I am doing something important to a few people

Repercussions like Shannon's blog or my parents' e-mail fuels my mind to persevere and comforts my soul.

Well Versed Episode 6

A special Remembrance Day episode of Well Versed for the week of November 5. Listen every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS

On this show I honor Canadian soldiers with a Remembrance Day tribute including material from:

• Vetran's Affairs Canada
• The United Nations Peace Poem
  

A musical longing

So I haven't reminisced a lot about the last city I left behind - Ottawa. Yes, I did recently write about my friend Savanna visiting but that was one person. I'm talking about bigger things that make up the city.
Right now I am listening to The Love Machine, a band from Ottawa, and I am remembering how great the music scene is there. Yes, it has its little difficulties that come from being a conservative city sandwiched between Toronto and Montreal. I love those difficulties. I love that the city still produces some incredible music. I love that Ottawa doesn't have one discernible "sound". I love that even at the radio station here in Antigonish, NS bands still seem to find me.

Well Versed Episode 5

My radio show Well Versed for the week of October 29. Listen every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS

On this show I interview poet Aben Amoako-Tuffour who read poems about "Identity".

Who visits an airport?

I do. Well, that is, I am. Right now I write from inside the Halifax airport. The normal question to proceed this would be, "where are you going?" This question is now illogical to me because I am where I was going. Huh? Yes, I went to the airport to do nothing but go to the airport.
Well, that is half true. I did take my friend Savanna here and get her on a plane to Ottawa that will leave in 30 minutes. And yes, I did say that she was leaving 3 days ago. However after a hurricane here and multiple flights sold out she was unable to get her discount fare and thus was stuck a few extra days with me and Wil.
So while Wil and I toiled through copious amounts of papers and some serious exams, Savanna tried to get on a plane. Finally she will be flying out and I am done another round of heavy work. Now for me it is starting my job as a consultant while catching up in more school work. Go, go, GO!

A friendly visit

My friend Savanna is sitting beside me in the library on the last night of her 4 day visit. She arrived last Thursday on StFX campus after a 12 hour trip just in time to hear leader of the Green party Elizabeth May speak. After presenting myself and my roommate with an onslaught of gifts that included multiple candles and jellybeans we went to the speech and a philosophy debate. That night I inttrodcued Savanna to Antigonish's finest cheese layered pizza (the Wheel) as we watched movies in the candle light. The next day we would walk around town and go to the Tall and Small for lunch. Savanna was once again blown away by the delicous food of this small Nova Scotian town and its beauty.


That night we made loads of deserts and spaghetti before watching movie with a few friends. The next day we went with some other friends to the Ocean. This would be Savanna's first time seeing the open water and it was quite a sight as the waves were high with the coming of hurricane Noel. That night was 1 month 'till X-ring and the parties were rampant. For those of you who don't know the graduating class has a ring ceremony on Dec 3 (the feast day of St. Francis Xavier). Our school ring is one of the most recognized rings in the world. The next day was more cafes, walks, and then an evening of poetry as I did my radio show on CFXU. Today Savanna brought me muffins between classes and is now studying with me. She will be missed when she leaves tomorrow.

Well Versed Episode 4

My radio show Well Versed for the week of October 22. Listen every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS

On this show I interview poets Anne Simpson and James Goldie in a discussion about what it takes to become a poet in Antigonish. Also played:

• Resurrection -John Akpata
• Random Poem to the Electric Night - Phil Jagger
• Granite and Sarcasm - Nora Smithhisler
• Coffee Bean - John Akpata
• Potatoes - Tanya Davis
• Barreling Madly - Steph Berntson
• Fragment De Reflection Du Mirroir 2: Foret Vierge - Khyro

Update on the mind

It's been awhile since I've written much of anything about myself. You may be wondering what is going on inside my head. You may be wondering if I am dead. Well, I am not dead. I am doing quite well - physically at least.
In the past while I've been going through some difficulty dealing with emotions and school and feelings of being overwhelmed. 2 midterms, a paper, and multiple presentations on-top of my regular work at the radio and some financial troubles just really piled down. Now I am happy to say that I have a research position at the school, a possible office job, and am working hard in my courses. The key - take things by the day. I don't spend time thinking about tomorrow and just focus on the now.
So I am in a better spot. My friend Savanna is coming to visit, my radio shows are going well, and hopefully I will have some dough rolling in shortly. Here is a cool picture of a tree:

Cabot Trail

I saw the most amazing geographical beauty of my life on Saturday. At 5am I met my friend Dan for the beginning of a grueling yet rewarding photography road-trip. We set out in his friend's borrowed car with camera gear, homemade lunches, rain jackets (the weather was predicted to be poor) and energy drinks. At about 6am Dan entered Cape Breton for the first time of his life. By 7am we had reached the town of Baddeck. This was where the trail began and where we would take our first shots. We set up on a boat dock to see the sun rise over the ocean. While the fog may have prevented some of the glory of the sun, we still were able to capture some excellent images:



As we were packing up the rain started to come down so we decided to begin our north-eastern assent. As the trip went on Dan and I were rendered speechless by the natural beauty that not only surrounded us but showed no signs of stopping. The first stop we made was about 1/2 hour into the trip. There was a clearing from all the color-changing leaves that showed the ocean.
Soon after shooting the ran began to come down heavily so once again we packed up and traveled until we out ran the looming clouds. At one point Dan and I just lied in the middle of the road taking pictures of the mist coming over the small mountains in the distance.


At a river that ran into the ocean mist traveled into the valley and over the river like an avalanche of clouds.
After this next stop we climbed the side of a mountain into the fog until we could not see much of the road ahead. While the car twisted up and around the mountain Dan and I just became more excited about the entire experience. We took our last shots right before Highland National Park.

Well Versed Episode 3

My radio show Well Versed for the week of October 15. Listen every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS

This week's show featured:

• Wearing You - John Akpata
• I Think of You - Amy Willans
  
• Only Stories - Lisa Hoffman
  
• The Shave Poem (read by Rosemary Wilson) - Kyla Coulman
  
• As I Lay Sleeping - Tanya Davis
  
• Love Song Of Roy G. Biv - Kevin Matthews
  
• I Am In Love With Garmamie Sideau - Madame H
  
• The Drums - Tanya Davis
  
• Sweetheart, What We Fight For - Billy Ruffian
• Sweetheart, On The Brink - Billy Ruffian
  
• Sweetheart, Walking Into Hell With Owen - Billy Ruffian
  
• Sweetheart, Pushing Up Against Fate- Billy Ruffian
  
• Sweetheart, Escape - Billy Ruffian
  
• My Pussy - El

Well Versed Episode 2

CFXU 92.5 coverage of the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word. Listen to Well Versed every Sunday at 9pm AST:

• 92.5 FM for those in Antigonish, NS
  
• CFXU Radio for those not in Antigonish, NS
  

A track from CFSW Day 3

So here is the poet RadaR performing in the 2nd round of the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word. Her poem is about being Jewish.

Canadian Festival of Spoken Word Day 2

Sometimes everything in a day just falls into a place that makes you feel happy. Today everything was falling to the right places for me. I didn't expect such a good day when I woke up and was greeted by my good friend Justin. I didn't even expect a good day when I felt so grateful to him and his roommates for letting me crash at their house. I started to think this could be a really good day when I went to the most interesting grocery store I've ever been to. I knew fate was aligning things pretty well when I thought "this grocery store looks like there should be a musical here" and then there was a well-dressed, fedora wearing, pianist high in the middle playing jazz on a baby-grand piano. Then, I started to appreciate the beauty of the day when Justin took me and my camera through the Halifax gardens. I felt at peace as I patiently snapped nature pictures of the ponds, ducks, geese, and giant gazebo. I openly spoke with the group of people sitting on the park bench who let me take pictures of them. I was plesently surprised when I found out they were part of the Toronto slam team competing that evening.
Later I would join up with them to hear the first round of slam poetry competitions after I had the best apple of my life and a great pizza. I joined 32 competing poets and many appreciative spectators and friends to observe some amazing poetry. I listened for over 2 hours and was reeling in delight and awe at the artistic talent and creativity.
Afterwards I had went to conduct my interviews and had the most touching part of the evening unexpectedly occur. I began an interview with one of the night's highest scoring poets about what she had performed. We spoke about poetry's responsibility to people and its power. Then, when the mike shut off she told me how something traumatic had happened in her life 5 years back. She told me of an event that could have crushed her entire being if she let it. She told me of how she would not be crushed. Right there I saw her honesty, her spirit, and her integrity. I saw a woman's beauty and strength and independence in a way that I was searching for. And I made a connection.
I thought about this, and family, and life as I talked with a new friend over coffee by the pier. And after I walked her home and strolled the streets alone I let this excellent night sink in.

Canadian Festival of Spoken Word Day 1

So this is my first audio cast ever. I am covering the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word in Halifax for CFXU Radio. Everything began yesterday, Oct 10 and will finish on Saturday Oct 13. A full broadcast will be available at 9pm AST on CFXU Radio or 92.5 FM.

**Click on the post title to listen to the broadcast**

Thanks to friends!

It's 2:06am, 8 hours past the time I left my living room for dinner with some friends. I'm listening to some of the most romantic music I've heard in awhile (Chris Garneau) and thinking about why it is I love this holiday so much. 

Maybe it is the fact that eating food becomes somewhat of an event. Maybe it is because fall colors are like Nature's way of saying it has the most beautiful matching scheme. Maybe it is because this entire holiday centers around a meal with loved ones. Or maybe, it is because the only consistent thing about this holiday is that every year we surround ourselves with family and friends and say "thank you" to just about everything. I appreciate that there are no gifts. I appreciate that there is no specific religion associated with any of the celebrations. I love that there is a great meal. 

This year I really felt the spirit of Thanksgiving. I got to cook for my friends. My friends cooked for me. I spent my time completely surrounded by people who really understand how gifted we are, and they made me remember how gifted I really am. This holiday makes me realize that I have endless things to be thankful for. It makes me feel good to look at the leaves on the ground as I walk to an apartment that will smell incredible with the scents of cooking food. It makes my heart reach out and touch the world, and have everything touch me back.

Almost Thanksgiving

Yesterday I celebrated Thanksgiving with a bunch of my friends. I spent the night before making loads of vegetarian stuffing and vegetarian gravy. Some of the stuffing would be used in the turkey, but most would be cooked separately so I could still enjoy. The recipe was one handed down from my Great-Grandmother to my Mother and finally to me. I added my own twists and flavors as any good cook does. The stuffing and the entire evening was enjoyed by everyone.
This really will be my Thanksgiving. Here in the Eastern corner of Canada, far from many homes and families, friends will leave for the weekend. I will stay in Antigonish, NS for my first Thanksgiving because my roommates mother is getting married. As a result this weekend will not be anything like a traditional Thanksgiving. Nonetheless it will be a weekend of family, fun, and thanks. There will be festivities, and of course, lots of love.
However, I will miss my family. I won't be enjoying the smell of cooking throughout the house. I won't have dinner in a low lit family room that will echo with excited chatter. I will miss helping my mom with the shopping and cooking. And yes, I will even miss the long bus ride, airport wait, and airplane fly to get home.

Here is a poem I read to my friends and now share for all the people I love:

To friends and family on this thankful day
I would just like to shout out, "Hurray!"

For all the blessed times we've played
To celebrate our love on this fine holiday.

True smiles and spirit are all that surround
Great memories and moments aren't hard to be found.

So with you all so close and so near
Let us celebrate this with some festive cheer.

We'll say our true thanks,
And mine starts right here;
It's to you that I say
My thankfuls most dear.

Your support and your love
Your greatness and care
Are deep in my heart
Real friendship to share.

So thank you my friends
For being who you are

Just like how we say
You are truly stars.

You're special and great
You're beautiful all ways
So now let us celebrate
HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY!!

Me and KD

Incredible. Absolutely incredible. This past saturday was beautiful, amazing, and just a great time. And...it had nothing to do with Homecoming here at StFX. No, I left the small town of Antigonish and headed into the big city (Halifax) on Saturday morning. I got a ride up with some of my fellow executive on the Orientation committee (yes we still hang out even though the first week is done) and did some much needed shopping.

We all went to the mall and they bought some clothes, while I just perused. Then we went to Build-a-Bear and had an amazing time buying a wedding present for Sara's sister and new husband. We bought a bride and groom bear with cute little outfits. We got to stuff the bears, put hearts in the bears, clean the bears, dress them, and even make birth certificates! After being uplifted emotionally by all this we headed to lush where I got to buy products to pamper myself physically. I got scrubs and soaps to invigorate the body and mind.

I then went to get my hair done at a nice salon, walked around town for awhile, and chilled out in a upstairs cafe. Finally my roommate Wil arrived in Halifax and we met up to party with some people before the concert. It was nice but all I could really think about was seeing Kevin Drew and a few members of Broken Social Scene in a few short hours.

Eventually we made it to the small bar on the outskirts of downtown. The Marquee was beautiful and intimate. There was great lighting, pleasant bar staff, and even pizza! There were no openers so Wil and I got a decent place by the stage right beside the people who were giving us a ride home.

Kevin Drew finally came on stage with the rest of the band and started to play. The energy in the room was overpowering and Wil and I just looked at each other in anticipation for all the music and dancing to come. And oh did we dance. They played most of the stuff off "Spirit If..." they played a few of BSS's hits (including Major Label Debut and Time=Cause). They played new stuff from unreleased albums and a few covers including closing the show with U2's "Where the Streets Have No Name".

The show was so amazing. I danced with people in the crowd. Everyone had looks of youthful excitement and innocence on their faces. The band were just going nuts and looked as though they would never stop playing music. It was hours of fun and I never wanted it to stop. Finally Wil and I had a great car ride home with our new friends Katie and Jeff. We all reveled in what we had just witnessed.

My night of yoga

To call today a long day would be inaccurate. To call it a short day would have little accuracy. It was a day and just that. Sure, different things happen on different days. Yes, sometimes we call them "long" or "short". Today didn't have any particular feel to it that would result in me calling it either of those or anything else for that matter. Today just happened.
In fact, it has now become yesterday. The day has just left me behind, or I've left it behind, and I am casting my memory of it right here. Two big things happened today that may not have had as much importance on their own as they do now contrasting with each other in my mind. The first is the product of a lot of things. The first thing about today is how it was upsetting. Today I woke up just fine, but then ended up in an angry and stressful point that was visibly noticed.
I missed my first class which resulted in an e-mail from my Business Policy Prof informing me that my group for that class were becoming worried about my commitment. I went to Ethics, had a decent class. I went to the radio station, wrote an apology letter to my Policy group. I then went to Auditing where one of my Policy group members informed me that we had a presentation today. I apologized again for everything. I tried talking to her but she was rude and upsetting to me. This resulted in my mind dwelling on how I really didn't want to work with people if they were going to be mean to me.
Later I went home and then back to the radio to do a show with my friend Cory then back home to see my roommate Wil. I told him the story of the group member and he wondered why the group never let me know about the project. I complained about a few things and he commented on how upset I seemed. This was the first part of my day. Not pleasant.
Later this evening (the end of yesterday and start of today) I went to my first Yoga session with a friend. It was challenging, amazing, relaxing. I pushed myself to do many of the warrior moves, challenge my breathing, stretching, muscles, and just let everything go. I then went to watch movies. The yoga was definitely something I needed and I am so happy that Sara took me. While it would have been amazing it wouldn't have meant as much to me if not in contrast with the rest of my day.

The downfall of society

I am not a Facebook user. I have no desire to be a Facebook. I may be a little ignorant on the issue of using Facebook, however, this allows me to be enlightened and savvy towards the problems that Facebook poses to users, social interaction, and society as a whole. We, as technologically inclined users, are at a crossroads where we can choose to use the tools radily available to most of us for progression or regression.
Information sharing, organizing, and networking are all excellent ways that technology is being used to accelerate positive social change. However, sometimes tools that were developed for one reason slowly start to be used for another and eventually become manipulated into something quite different from their original form.
Facebook is an excellent example of this. Not only has it been manipulated as a tool for photo sharing and social organization, it now is becoming a gross tool for a form of mass communication and interaction that is upsetting to me.

***At this point I would like to say that I am focusing on what the majority of people are using Facebook for and am not trying to say that my comments pertain to all users. I do understand that there are many people out there who maintain their dignity while still using Facebook. You more than I can help keep this tool as something useful and constructive. ***

As a result of this manipulation people are taking less, taking fewer chances, and becoming less connected. All of these are social regressions in my mind and paint a very dismal picture for our future. What has become even more upsetting is the latest development of add-ons for Facebook. These "nifty" tools are the main reason Facebook can be altered into whatever the majority of users want Facebook to be. Recently I heard about a new app called "Are you interested?" and was then inspired to write this blog. The way this app works is allowing people to basically flirt and seek "romantic" partners. This is a problem...
The obvious reservations that come from online hook-ups is obvious. The problem I have is that Facebook was intended for something greater. Facebook, as one of the most popular web-sites, had much more potential. I don't enjoy to see potential wasted.

My day of torture

2 weeks ago when I was immersed in Orientation Week I forgot to mention this little auction that was going on amongst the committee to raise money for Shinerama. The way the auction went was that if the committee collectively raised money on their own they could get certain male executives waxed. Starting at $200, the first male Exec would get something simple, like his legs. Then, as the amount raised increased, more male Execs would be waxed. Eventually the committee raised $1,000 resulting in two backs, a chest, 5 legs (one guy only got one), and 2 full bodies. I was one of the full bodies.
For one hour I had two women applying sugar wax too my legs, chest and arms. The tore, they ripped. Hair was pulled, fists were clenched, I kicked and screamed more than I ever have in my life. Finally, almost all the hair in my body was removed. I just have a few touch ups. I have to get the upper most part of my thigh done. But I am basically a smooth, smooth man. It feels weird, a little awkward, but I love touching my skin.

Metric and the Radio

Two points to mention. Well.....maybe three. I decided to let you know that I currently write under massive sleep deprivation and a bladder full of chocolate milk. Last night I was unable to sleep, but luckily that resulted in me finishing my essay on what makes a good person different from a bad person. Today I went to class from 9:45 to 5, spent time in the library, visited with friends, and did some more ethics. At the end of the night I ran into my long-time friend Aaron, who I haven't seen for 16 months. Aaron being the quirky fellow that he is suggested that we down a gallon of chocolate milk together as we caught up over the next hour. It was a great conversation, a hilarious time, and some delicious milk.
I also think that it is delicious that I got to co-MC the recent Metric concert with my friend Scott. Down With the Butterfly opened and the whole show was awesome. I danced like crazy to Metric with a few old and new friends and just had a blast.
The final thing to mention is that tomorrow, Tuesday, will be the second installment of Celluloid Radio, the film review show started by myself and my old roommate Mark 2 years ago. Now in its 3rd year, it will be hosted by me and my roommate Wil every Tuesday at 7pm on CFXU.

Here are some pics I took from the Metric concert:

3am and I'm thinking

I love the late night blog. I love the silence of the late hour. The hour later than the drunk people wandering home. The hour later than the end of the midnight movie. The hour where things are really quiet, and suddenly thoughts of the day start to awaken. Now, as I sit in my easy chair in my living room; As the sound of the aquarium and my fingers on the keys are the only sounds; As a shaded lamp and a glowing ornamental star and my computer screen are the only sources of light, I begin to think. I think about how I need to spend more time on my school work. I think about how I need to speak my mind and not feel awkward that people may find that inspiring. I think about how, while I do need to organize quite a bit in my life, I am fortunate to know a lot of what I want out of life. While I may sit and brood about some of the more difficult things I am going through, in the back of my mind one word tells me to think differently - perspective. I need to accept that I can't really control the amount of school work, I can't change how people react, but I can change my reaction, and while I may not be in all the relationships I want, I do know the kinds of relationships I am looking for. People may disappoint me in the days. Often I find myself shaking my head at them when I come home after a late night. But then I think about some of the amazing people. I think about my friends that are extremely loyal and kind to me. I think about the new friends I am making and how fortunate I am. I think about the kind things people say to me and other people. Just tonight someone told me they read this blog and found it very sweet. In one of my last posts a friends that now lives on the other coast about to make movies told me that he finds me inspiring. I think this shows that we can inspire each other even in the hard times. Just writing about such simple yet happy moments has made me feel much better about everything. Now, in the middle of the night I am smiling rather than frowning. 

On the path to ....

So the reality that new routines and trends are invariably setting in is upon me. I am starting to feel the effects of a life where routine is almost non-existent, and working whenever you can is an essential part of survival. I am of course talking about irregular classes, randomly ending up on the radio, and socializing when it is convenient. What isn't convenient is that I need to fit school work, and lots of it, somewhere in between all those more desirable features of my day. How have the last few days panned out? Why am I really starting to complain about this to you dear reader? Well, I realize that while Welcome Week was utter chaos, complete physical and mental exertion, it was free from true obligation - obligation that depends more on just doing what I want when I want. On Saturday night I got to MC the entire Joel Plaskett concert. I was up on stage announcing bands, giving out iPods, and feeling like a big shot as I hung out back stage. Also, I got some wicked photos:

Now, however, I have classes. I am buying books and doing required reading. I am sorting through fitting it all in. It's something I haven't done for 16 months. Also, I am starting to realize that I need to make my dreams a reality. I need to be doing what I love and nothing else. Finally, my heart is waking back up and it is going to beat patiently under my control. I plan on letting my desires become a reality, starting with being honest with myself about everything. This is something I continually strive for and try to do more often. Right now I can honestly say that while I don't like work I will find reward in tolling over all these books, and assignments, and other mundane things.

Sleepless days and the moments to come

The main event of my life is drawing to a close. In the second last day of Welcome Week I post here with only 2 hours of sleep and a morning full of "Shinning". I've been in the Student Union building on StFX campus and around town organizing both the O-Crew and first years since 7am - sending them out to raise money for Cystic Fibrosis. Shinerama is a day filled with creative ways to raise money, a lot of participation, and energy. Luckily, as things wind down, it seems like all three were present in plenty. After getting a coffee into my system and now posting in a semi-therapeutic way I feel a bit better and not nearly as tired as before.
Tonight I will need all my energy as I have a very important task during the outdoor concert. The concert lineup is amazing and exciting with The Aaron MacDonald Band opening, followed by Toronto favorites (and a band I really love) The Golden Dogs and finally, headliner Joel Plaskett. I am very excited and can't wait to tell you exactly what my role is.
I also have been going over some pictures I recently took of some of the people I work with and am just overwhelmed with how close I feel to so many of them. I am very proud of O-Crew this year. I am proud of everyone who keeps showing up and working so hard. The difference they are making in the lives of these first years is completely visible and inspiring. Thank you for making the week, thus far, amazing.

Oh stress and it's whole family

It's a new day with new problems. With orientation and a long list of to-dos, problems with women, the beginning of classes, and new jobs starting confusion, a sense of un-accomplishment, frustration and eventually stress begins to set in. I am quickly writing this in the middle of a meeting in which stress is making me restless and thus making me realize that I wish this reality on no one.

So, I will say right now, to all who are reading, do not life get ahead of you. Focus only on the things you can control. Don't let other people's problems become your own. Lend any type of kindness you can and always keep your mental and physical health in peek condition. Life can be wonderful when you don't allow the negative to enter the door. Right now I am trying to kick out all the unwanted guests of stress and close the door behind them.

Here are some pictures from my road trip from Ottawa to Antigonish:

It's a new day with new problems. With orientation and a long list of to-dos, problems with women, the beginning of classes, and new jobs starting confusion, a sense of un-accomplishment, frustration and eventually stress begins to set in. I am quickly writing this in the middle of a meeting in which stress is making me restless and thus making me realize that I wish this reality on no one.

So, I will say right now, to all who are reading, do not life get ahead of you. Focus only on the things you can control. Don't let other people's problems become your own. Lend any type of kindness you can and always keep your mental and physical health in peek condition. Life can be wonderful when you don't allow the negative to enter the door. Right now I am trying to kick out all the unwanted guests of stress and close the door behind them.

Orientation week

So I haven't posted anything in awhile and that is all due to one major force - O-Crew. "What is O-Crew?" you say. This is a group of energetic, enthusiastic, welcoming students here at StFX whose job it is to run the Orientation week that is going on currently. There are two chairs, about 15 executive (I am one) and about 160 committee members. These 160 are split into 8 committee responsible for different tasks throughout the week. Myself and my partner in crime, Scott, run what is called "Hype!". We are responsible for spirit and making sure everything stays running smoothly. This is the largest and hardest working group of people on O-Crew.
So far I've done almost a week of training that included a few days with just the executive and then some very busy days with everyone getting ready for all the first years arriving. Last Sunday all the first years arrived. I woke at 5:20am to arrive for 6:15am and start pumping up everyone at 7:00am. By 8am everyone was outside. I greeted the people at the entrance to the school with about 50 others. We cheered, danced, sang and held posters. It was 9 hours of cheering and a lot of sun. I painted my hair and arms red. Everyone had a great time.
After the cheering there was a cheeroff, a BBQ, a guest speaker, and a dance. The energy from all the first years at the BBQ was amazing. The guest speaker was the most moving speech I've ever heard. She spoke about leadership and how we all can make a difference. The dance outside was pretty crazy and I had to rescue a few drunk first year girls from some sketchy older guys. It made me depressed to think of how selfish some of these people can be. It also made me nervous to think about how young, naive, and innocent a lot of the first years are.
The next morning was early as well as I was up at 6:20am for a pancake breakfast followed by the amazing race. The race had groups of students running all over campus and it was a blast. The Orientation Committee members that weren't running with the different groups waited at the finish line cheering houses, dancing, and having a good time. After that there was Playfair. Seriously, this is the most amazing thing of the week. You meet at least 500 people in 2 hours and have a wicked time doing it. During playfair the executive all joked that the first year girls I met were flirting with me and they filmed me the whole time and did commentary like a nature show. My friend Jill met me that night and after Playfair I went to meet her and hang out.
The next day I got sleep in a bit and everyone met at noon. That day we had buddy olympics where eveyone got into their buddy groups and competed in games like which group can stick the most cheezies to someone's head by only throwing the cheezies in a circle. After we had a jello slide where everyone dove down a tarp filled with soapy water and jello. I went down a number of times with the executive and also took a girl down the slide with me. After the slide I began to prepare for MCing the talent show that evening. I prepared an entrance that went off amazing. The show was hosted in the main arena where the hockey team plays. There was a big stage with lighting, amps, and two big screens with cameras to film the whole thing. The Orientation Committee did a dance that my committee made up at the beginning of the show and then I was announced to start the festivities. Four ladies in two rows dressed in evening gowns with heels, jewlery, and makeup lead the parade with me and a lady on each arm up the rows to the sounds of James Brown. I walked on stage and had the two ladies on my arms remove my sunglasses and scarf. I wore a decked out jacket and purple shirt. As I announced all the acts I was blown away by all the talent. It was truly amazing to witness.
Yesterday there was only a foam party so I got to sleep in and take care of some registration. There were two circus tents set up outside with a stage and a DJ to spin all night. I wore a bathing suit and extra small first year shirt. The foam machine wasn't working but all the first years still danced to the great music. I bought some glow sticks and spun around to the tunes and got people energized. Eventually the foam machine got working and people kept dancing like mad. There was a lot grinding and sexual activity as the night went on. It was only first years in a safe environment so the executive and I tried to ignore it and have a good time. The Campus Police had to break up some lewd activity underneath what was now a foam waterfall. After I went to the bar and met some people from Africa.
Today was the first day of classes, which I have none. I took the time to sleep and finally finish this blog. Soon I am going to prepare to arrange all the first year students in a giant X and watch a presentation from Sue Johansen (Sex with Sue).

Here are two pictures from a beach party during training week:

Concussion and Beer Bottle

So things are going much better back at school. I'm in the middle of training week for Orientation and am working hard with the 14 other executive before the 164 members of Orientation Crew arrive. I am working directly with another executive, Scott, to run the largest committee (40 people!) called Hype! We are responsible for being loud, cheering, energy and keeping the spirit up the entire week. I've been going to the beach and hanging out with everyone quite a bit and it has caused a lot of happiness and chaos. It feels like old times.
Last night I was invited to a party for House Presidents and members of the Student Union council. The party was hosted by Dan Ross, the owner of Ross Screenprint, and maker of all the shirts StFX uses during Orientation Week. As a result he buys a lot of liquor and throws a party. Needless to say, the party was crazy. A bonfire, loud music, and dancing. I was the guest of VP Activities Cory and we had a blast. I saw a lot of people I haven't seen in awhile.
After the liquor was drank and people were getting anxious the party decided to move to the local Bar, Pat's. It was "Twisted Tuesdays" which means $2 drinks. I stuck around with Cory, Mike, and Dan Ross for a bit and then we walked to the bar as the last people to leave the party. Half way there calamity and near disaster struck as Dan went to toss his empty beer bottle but got his finger temporarily stuck in the neck of the bottle. This temporary friction caused a delay in the toss resulting in the beer bottle swinging up and hitting the person directly next to Dan square in the chin, me. I yelled out a profanity as Dan ran towards me and clutched me on the shoulders asking the standard question for such accidents "Are you okay?" I began to laugh a little and just ask, "Am I bleeding?" Worried about getting the second set of stitches in a month (see my foot) I asked, "am I bleeding?" Dan checked and told me I wasn't, but as I went in for my own test it came out positive with blood all over my hand. Mike took me into a nearby house and got me cleaned up. The cut was small and so I headed to the bar.
There I met up with members from the Executive of O-Crew and people from the party. They asked about my chin and I told them it was alright and just bleeding. My chin bled through my beard all night but I just danced and kept a cloth on it. Later that evening as the concussion set in from the ringing in my ears I decided I needed to stay up and not sleep for awhile. I met my roommate Wil outside the bar and he told me of a party. I decided we should go right after I shaved my beard and but a band-aid on the cut. So, I proceeded home to take care of my chin.
Today, I still felt a ringing in my ears and pressure in my head until about 2 hours ago when I got a nap. Things are better now and I just have a lot of people asking me about the band-aid on my chin.

Memories of Ottawa Part 2 - The people I love

I am gone. I have left Ottawa. And, behind me trails a long list of memories I will never forget. In the first part of my ode to Ottawa I spoke about all the places that made up my daily routines in Ottawa. Now I write about the people that filled those places, the days, and my heart. There are handfuls of people that have made leaving Ottawa something harder than I ever expected. To address this I will try to go in chronological order from when I first arrived to when I left.

There are my friends from Whitby that I first hung out with - Mike, Remi, Neil. I could always find hilarity and relaxation at their place. They took me to a few Carleton parties and I had a wicked time. Also, Nicole - my sisters roommate and my long-time friend. I could always count on her for a kind word.

Then there are the friends I knew through my sister - Adam, Christina, Isa, Corrinne. It was cool to finally live someplace close to my sister and get to know her better. Adam was a blast to hang out with the few times I did. The girls from the the sorority boosted my ego and threw some great events.

My first roomates - Martin and Jessica. Marty was hillarious with his women and Jessica was great to watch movies with.

My first Ottawa girlfriend - Lisa. Her and her family made the summer incredible.

My second roommate - Ron. He was amazing to live with. I will cherish all our conversations about business and marketing. All the times we went out. The food we cooked.

Ron's friends - Matt, Pat, Chris, Josh. Hanging out with all of them was a tone of fun. The golf was a great time.

My third roommate - Chris. I only knew him briefly, but he played some wicked guitar.

Everyone I met at the concerts, stores, and movie theaters. There are a lot of people to mention here and I feel I would forget some names. I met a lot of people randomly and maybe only once. However, they all made up my time here. From this point on I will mention a few key players that I met randomly or through an interesting story.

Calum. I met Calum at a Rock Plaza Central concert and we just seemed to click. I enjoyed all the concerts he put on, all our discussions about music, and meeting all his friends.

Mark. I met mark at the Tea Store and we really connected. He took me to a few open mike concerts and I really enjoyed the music and all the people I met there. We lost touch later in my stay and I wish we could have reconnected before I left.

Glenn. I first saw Glenn at a concert he opened for and later spoke with him at a Winks concert. We kept running into each other and talking more and more. Now I know many of his friends and am happy to call them some of mine.

Everyone I met through Katie. If you know her and know me then you should know that our times at the Heart and Crown are cherished.

Everyone I worked with at IBM. All my colleagues in the office: Ted, Bob, Barry, Neville, Yannick, Doug, John, Andrew, Dan, Steve, Laurent, Gord. The other people I met: Brad, Carolina and everyone else. All the students especially Maria and Carolyn.

And there there are the people closest to my heart. My three friends that I will hold closest to me in my memories of Ottawa. All our hellos and goodbyes have reinvigorated my faith in people, my happiness, and all the joy that I feel. Thank you so much for everything.
Katie - You are sweet and funny and kind. I adore your laugh and smile. Every moment with you is a tone of fun. I love dancing with you.
Stephan - Every one of our conversations will be missed. Your style and attitude are just fun to be around and inspiring. You are relaxed and generous and I am happy to know that about you. I will miss all the concerts we went to.
Savanna - You are a darling sweet, beautiful woman. I watched you grow with me and become closer to me than I thought I would allow. Thank you for caring for me, all the time you spent with me, and keeping me and my heart company. I am going to miss all the sharing of thoughts, feelings, memories, and emotions that we did.

I am in love, love, love with everyone I met in Ottawa. When I return I will look forward to seeing everyone mentioned here or elsewhere.

Back to Antigonish

For the first time in 16 months I have spent a night in Antigonish as a resident and not a visitor.

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I have indulged myself with some food from the cornerstone eatery of Antigonish – the Wheel. I watched a the Ladykillers vie with my new roommate Wil. As of yet, I have not unpacked.
It feels weird to be back. First, I am hungry. The hunger before the first grocery shopping trip of the university year is now becoming all too familiar. I am a bit lonely too. I feel that loneliness you do when you realize all the support networks you established have been long left behind in some other city or town. I am beginning to realize that now I will have to make many new friends, my daily routines will change, and I am embarking on a new life.
My time in Ottawa at IBM and the government of Canada has forced me to forget most of university. I know it will be great and exciting, I can never forget that, but it is all these little details that I realize I haven’t had to deal with in quite some time. Setting my own work schedule at random hours of the day. Having tones of free time. Not being anywhere near a metropolis. Unable to visit family for a weekend.
I am trying to take all these new things day by day. Trying to remember there is no Sunday shopping. Adjusting to the slow pace of population 5000 town of Antigonish that I once fell in love with.

Party time in Whitby

So this is last week. This week there are other stories to tell soon. However, I meant to write about this one before.
Last week my friends from Antigonish came down for a visit. My friend Mark was flying out to film school in Vancouver and decided to stop by and visit some friends in Montreal, Ottawa, and Toronto. So, on Saturday morning Mark plus Wil (my future roommate at school) and Aaron left from Ottawa (having already visited Montreal) for my home in Whitby. When they arrived my sister prepared an amazing meal for all of us complete with chilled split-pea soup and bruscetta. Then the four of us jammed in the kitchen. Wil played my dad's acoustic guitar, Mark played my sister's fretless bass, Aaron played his trumpet and I played the drums. It was wicked to play and sing with the guys. I felt like I was back at university.
This got everyone pumped for the party we were going to that evening. Everyone but me was drinking and we were just making music on keyboards and with our voices - singing silly songs. We left for the party at midnight and started driving on the 401. I think Wil and Aarond were scarred at the speed and all the cars. Mark was used to the busy stretch of highway. We balared dance music and beats the whole way.
When we got to the party the house looked abandoned and delapated. The whole place was in the middle of renovations and we had to cut through a bush to the back entrance. However, once inside the house we realized this was a beautiful and expensive home. The ceiling were high, the rooms spacious, everything immaculately clean. Mark's friend Ali was leaving for Denmark so this was a going away party for her. The house belonged to her friend. Ali gave us a tour of the basement and we were all impressed with the cooled and sealed wine cellar, the laundry room with the iPod dock and built in speakers, and the movie room with flat screen, huge DVD collection, and enough room for Wil and I to toss around a football!
The night lasted long into the evening. People were hanging out in all the different rooms. There as liquor everywhere. Wil, Mark, and Aaron all had some Greygoose vodka. I wandered around. At 4am we left the party and headed back to Whitby. The next day I started to pack my thing to head back to Ottawa where I would be picked up by Wil and Aaron in 3 days. I said goodbye to Mark and wished him well. I can't wait 'till we are all together again.

Trip to Ireland Part 8 - The Way Home

Last blog entry of the trip. I write from the plane home right before I am about to land. I’ve gone through the many, many photos I took. Thought about the great memories and soon will decompress from all the travel. Already I miss Ireland. I miss my family. This trip has been filled with highs and lows, but always love. I’ve seen plenty of countryside, heard lots of music and enjoyed everything. The greenery, the ocean, the artifacts, the history. Ireland is truly a beautiful country.
Interestingly, it has made me appreciate the little things in Canada. Things like holding doors, being polite, and feeling secure. When in Ireland it can be hard to remember that they haven’t lived with peace for long. It is hard to imagine that the simple securities we take for granted in Canada didn’t exist there only a few short years ago. As I was taking pictures at the traditional Irish music concert in Belfast my dad told me I couldn’t have done that 5 years ago. He said people would be restless about that kind of thing.
Ireland is really becoming a rich country and it shows. Everything there is changing so fast and it is amazing to see. However, I am glad to come home. I am glad to be among my close friends. I am glad to live in such a culturally diverse country that so openly accepts peace.
However, as I enjoy my time in the country I love I will not forget all the kindness I have experienced on my vacation from many of the people that I love. I will think of the time we spent with fondness. I will take with me all those little memories of Ireland back to Canada, back through the days. Soon we will all be together again.

Trip To Ireland Part 7 - Brunch, Sickness, and the Island

Since my last post a few days have passed. Now, I will try to capture the highlights of the time in between then and now. On Sunday I went to mass in the nearby town of Buncrana at a church on top of a hill. The weather was exactly the opposite of my golfing day, and despite the irony, I still enjoyed the weather. I was surprised at how packed the church was, but, as this is Ireland, they take Catholicism quite seriously. Fortunately, the priest at this mass was nowhere as pessimistic or as much of a doomsayer as the priest who I remember yelled at the entire congregation from when I was here before – I did not need to be reminded that “there is a seat in hell for all of us”.

After mass we went to a beautiful lunch with many of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. For the first time in awhile I got to see Joanne, Simon, Cormac, Damien, Kelly, Sinead, Barry, my aunt Shelia, Sean and Yvies. I also got to see, for the first time ever my new cousins Rory, Aoife, and Connor. I was pleased that so many of the family could come and was really happy to see Phillip, Catherine and Martin all again. After lunch and playing with my cousin Elliott for awhile I went online and spoke with Savanna and posted parts 5 & 6. Then I went back to the cottage where many of my cousins from the lunch were along with my cousin Gavin and his beautiful girlfriend Paula. I spoke with them for awhile and then everyone left. By this time I started feeling pretty awful and went to sleep in the back room. When I awoke I was still feeling bad so I took some medicine at the advice of my aunts and went to sleep in my room. I was kept awake for awhile by my uncle Joe at the foot of my bed, my dad standing above him, and people speaking outside my room. It didn’t help that the door was open, but based on the construction of the house, the door being shut wouldn’t have made much of a difference. I awoke later in the night with a fever and a massive sweat.

I took more medicine and slept until the next day when I was awoken to say goodbye to my uncle John. It was good to see him again and be reassured that I have a place to stay in Manchester. Hopefully I can make it there.

By this point I was feeling much better and decided to test my health by going to brunch with everyone to my uncle Joe’s favorite café in Buncrana. I had a light lunch and just drank juice, but everything went well. Thus passing my self-health test I decided I was well enough to venture with everyone into the city of Derry. Derry is a beautiful city surrounded by fortified walls. Pat, my grandfather, Katie, my little sister, and my mom all decided they would go see the Tower Museum and take a bus tour. My older sister and I wanted to do some shopping and walking. We started by visiting a store dedicated to the Irish Gallic football team and then made our way by a historic church (The Tower of Colombo) and outside one of the city gates.

Then we headed another way and met some local children playing with an adorably soft dog. This being the softest dog I have ever encountered I had to ask what kind it was to the owner when he emerged from the nearby store. I know he said it was some kind of Japanese dog that gets very big.


We continued down the side street and passed through the second and third city gates.

Then we ended up at the Tower Museum. Inside we were tolled that the museum closed in ½ hour but that wasn’t enough to get the full experience. We then diverted our plans and walked through the “arts village” of Derry, which seemed more like an abandoned village.

After this I got a coffee and my sister got a coke and we hung out at the main court in Derry, waiting for the rest of the family. Once everyone met we went for dinner at my uncle Joe’s former choir member’s house for dinner. Tony and Collette hosted a beautiful meal in their elegant home. There was a garden outside complete with a bridge over a coi filled pond. The dinner was very Irish with nut loaf, Irish soda bread, and homemade jam. After dinner we enjoyed videos of Tony and my uncle Joe kayaking through a school of dolphins! It was amazing to see dolphins swimming and jumping right next to the kayak. I was so impressed with Colette’s cooking and her and Tony’s hospitality.

Then we stopped by my aunt Kathleen’s to say goodbye to my cousin Colette and her children Elliott and Mora. They stayed with the family at Easter and I was really happy I could see them all again so soon. Her children are adorable and Colette has a very kind heart. Kathleen was there the night I was sick and was asking how I was doing. I ensured her I was doing well and am appreciative of her help. My aunt’s take very good care of me here.

The next day (Today) I decided to go with my older sister, Tony, Colette and my uncle Joe to his island. Yes, my uncle has his own island! He bought it at an auction to the surprise of everyone. We drove the car onto a ferry and then took a ride through the mountains to the point where we cross onto the island. The rode we took was the same that the rally car racers drive on when the tour through Ireland.Once on the island I went for a ride on the kayak. Tony and Joe went fishing while my sister read and Collette made lunch on the fire. I started getting ready to go windsurfing, but decided to eat beforehand. In the middle of lunch it started to rain. We gathered everything and went under the hut in mid-construction. We all sat having buns, onions, cheese, crackers, and tea. I felt very much like I was back camping with my parents in Algonquin park. We then packed everything up and headed back to the car. The tide was now out so I climbed over the rocks and got quite soaked from the rain. My foot was now hurting a bit from the climbing so I tried to take it easy. On the ride home we were all soaked and miserable. It didn’t help much that the ferry to take us back was delayed. Once home I was in good spirits just to be someplace dry, yet I still felt worn out. I said goodbye to Tony and Colette for the final time and thanked them for all their kindness. I will miss them until we meet again.



I then laid my stuff by the fire, took a shower, and got changed. Everyone went to dinner except me. I skipped out as I feel worn out, both physically and emotionally, from today. I just finished watching the Agronomist. That was an inspiring story.