our picture/photo of the week is numbers. i'm extremely uninspired. i've been thinking about ways to be creative with it, and i can't come up with anything yet. i'm sure it'll come, but it's frustrating at the moment, like something i should be doing, but am not.
i picked up mark and lana from the airport yesterday. the traffick coming home was especially bad. well, it was bad. being able to drive in the carpool lane was a life saver. you know how the carpool lane ends when you get near downtown on the 110? isn't that the dumbest thing they could have done? i mean, why when you are getting into the heat of it, they take away the one way that you could expidite the travel. silly people. the radio told me it would cost 120 billion dollars to fix the congestion problem in la. if we dedicated 5 billion each year, it would take 25 years. the amazing thing is that's only like 5% of the budget i think.
When i was working security at the d-o-r-d-t college, ryan the champion of the world de haan was working with me for a time, until he vanished into this air. he told me this story once about how after coming home from buying smokes, back home in alberta, all these birds were flying around him and he felt like a vampire because birds can smell death. i always imagined that he was wearing some sort of black cape which tipped the birds off to his vampire tendancies.
Ryan was also always talking about art and photography. he wanted to do a series of this kind of photo, and then he wanted to do this other kind of thing, and then he wanted to make this movie. he had amazing talent for thinking of ideas. for some reason i always felt like i was raining on his parade when i was like, "you know, that's going to be really hard to do, making the person be in color and the brick wall be in black and white." and he'd be like, "you can do, can't you jack? you're good at that stuff?"
When ryan realized that he wouldn't be able to get paid at d-o-r-d-t because of a snafu with his i20 immigration papers, he wrote me a note saying that we should leave right now and go to the border so that he could get his papers. his note went something like this,
oh jack, you need to come with me.
you see, jack, the routine that is, that is you
needs changing
it needs sublime comfort in the open road
it needs a trip a vaction a way
we need to travel to that border up above.
that's the memory paraphrase. i didn't go. i think eric vw did. i was torn. i may have had homework or papers or something to do.
i bet there wouldn't have been traffick though.
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this is my favourite post of yours ever. mainly because it reminded me of ryan. and because you wrote about it really neat like.
i thought the guy with the pidgeons was going to end up dead and the bird were eating him. but it sounds like maybe he was about to eat them and was just luring them in with bread.
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i remember that. i got invited too. i had rehearsal.
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Last I heard, Ryan was living with my cousin Reuben in Edmonton and going to King's. So there you go.
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i heard that he's moving to australia to teach or something, seriously.
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Ryan is a really free and thoughtful person, thanks for the reminder jack
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