The Winter and Spring of Our Meh-ment

So this 'twas the scene from College Drive bridge a couple of days ago.  What a bloody winter it was, and it won't unclench!  Let go, already!

Night of a Thousand Gulls

 This was the scene on the way to the university library this evening.  Sixty kilometre winds today, but calmer by supper time.  Working on an essay on pornography.

By the time I walked home there were hundreds of gulls wheeling and cawing(?)--what do they call the sound gulls make?--above the river...o spring, you're so melodic.  Too dark to put in a picture, unfortunately....

everest

"I ain't got the time...and if my daddy thinks I'm fine..."

    -You took too long!

    -Well you see, I got distracted.  

    -By what?

    -Myself.  But I'm better now.  I swear.

     

How you doin'?

Greetings, o special ones.  I am glad to find you here at this time and in this place.  

It has been said, 'There is nothing like taking a break.  An extended, possibly never-ending break.  It can be refreshing, restorative, and remind one why one did certain things in the first place...also it's nice to disappear'.

Of course, others may forget you if you don't call once in a while.  No letters?  No texts, sexts, daily instagrammatical email posts?  No?  Is this thing on?

My country got so oblonged I lost it for a while.  Let's let psychedelic Jesus welcome us all back...Ciao!

For now...

another year, another...yadda yadda yadda

 Well I can now say that I've had a surprise party thrown for me.  'Twas very sweet.  That is my new tag line, now that I'm thirty-eight.

 Warm fuzzies all round.  Lucky to have some pretty cool friends and family.  A surprise party beats all-night internet sesh hands down.

 It's a good omen when the young and the old come together to celebrate the passing of time!

 Come to realize that deer-in-the-headlights is my standard party look.

 I felt like a not-so-fresh prince.

 Thanks everybody!

o lucky man!

 Returned yesterday from the first real vacation I've had in years.  It was awesome.  Visited Trinidad and Tobago for the first time, the place where my birth-mother's side of the family is from.  These photos are from my first day (a lot of firsts) there.  It is the beach at Mayaro, where my grandmother grew up.

 I have never been south of the equator, never seen beaches and such like these.  The heat!  The humidity!  It was glorious!

 My last trip to a completely new-to-me place was when I went to Japan for a couple of weeks a few years ago.  I had forgotten what traveling to an unfamiliar environment is like--how the experience opens you up, exposes you to new challenges, etc etc etc.  I've got a bit of the convert's energy at the moment, I can tell.

 And it is a good time to arrive back home in Saskatchewan...the melt has finally begun, and it's not minus forty-one....

Vintage Vice

Do you guys listen to Echo and the the Bunnymen?

YOU SHOULD.

Everything I miss about Wales.  Sorry dudes, I'm drunk.  This is all I got--up the FlatCap!  Up the Gunners!