It's a quite night, fall is upon us and the temperature is becoming ideal. Well, ideal for those of us from Ontario. I walked home tonight staring at the waxing moon, and thinking that I want to take up photography again. Years ago I worked as a night watchmen, and I took pictures of everything; I always like composing scenes at night, as they always had that quiet, desolate feel to them. Showing how I see the world during the hours that most of the world is asleep was one of my favorite things. To this day I'm happiest while out in the hours between dusk and dawn. Alas my old Minolta 35mm (that I liberated from my father) that I took to my photography courses is to expensive to use, as I no longer have access to a dark room to develop film; and a DSLR is out of my price range... for now...
As of late I've taken to writing in my journal (black reporter moleskin (plain), as is the standard) and had decided that I'd stay away from the blogosphere; however, after meeting up w/ an old friend who was a regular reader of my blog, and having him berate me for not posting, I have decided to return. For how long, I don't know. We'll see.
About a month ago I have traveled back to Ontario for the wedding of two of my oldest friends. It was a bitter sweet reunion as I was very happy for them, and yet realized that even though I miss everyone there I have grown apart from many of my friends. They all remember the Cory from days past and are not familiar with who I am now. And I'm sure they probably felt the same, as its impossible to stay close with so much distance apart, unless you put allot of work into it; and we really haven't done that. I did however have a wonderful time, even though it was spent running around visiting as many people as I could in the small window of time I had. I miss my nights in the darkness (actual darkness, not something you can find in a city) that blanketed me, sitting on the beach, looking at the milky way.
From there I flew into Toronto to visit my best friend. He lives one block away from the Hilton downtown, which would usually mean us getting into shenanigans, but we hadn't' visited in so long we stayed in w/ good food, drinks, and talk. That's all I really wanted/needed.
Last weekend a couple friends and I rented a car, and I drove out to Seattle. This adventure was for us to see Mr. Neil Gaiman read a chapter from his new book "The Graveyard Book". Now, when passing through the boarder, be advised that telling the boarder officer you are traveling to Seattle for a "book reading", will elicit a very dumbfounded look (much like a cow if you were to try and feed it something that would disagree w/ its four chambered stomach), followed by a pause, followed by the growing look of disbelief that spreads across their face at the speed of syrup spilled on a table (the thick stuff, not that watered down travesty they give out in cheap diners). From there a barrage of questions is fired off in our direction to try and catch us in a lie; however, since we're all nerds, and were actually going down for the reason we stated, they let us continue on. This was my first time to Seattle, and I enjoyed it a little to much. Now I know I had my rose coloured glasses on, but with that said I loved the city. The architecture was gorgeous, the university filled me w/ nostalgia for my school days. I even missed studying. I missed it to the point where when we found the library, we climbed to the top floor into a room 200meters long, 20meters wide, 30meters high, with stain glass windows, and rows upon rows of desks. Then I gave everyone 10min to find something unique in one of the thousands of book. I ended up reading "A Theory of Discourse" by James L. Kinneary, and discussed the difference between rhetoric, communication, composition, and discourse. Outside of this room we find the worlds largest book, no really; it is actually labeled (with a plaque and everything) with said achievement. It's 133lbs if you care to know.
huh, look at that... I seem to have written more then I planned on, and it's getting late. I'll continue on next time w/ the Neil Gaiman reading. G'night
As of late I've taken to writing in my journal (black reporter moleskin (plain), as is the standard) and had decided that I'd stay away from the blogosphere; however, after meeting up w/ an old friend who was a regular reader of my blog, and having him berate me for not posting, I have decided to return. For how long, I don't know. We'll see.
About a month ago I have traveled back to Ontario for the wedding of two of my oldest friends. It was a bitter sweet reunion as I was very happy for them, and yet realized that even though I miss everyone there I have grown apart from many of my friends. They all remember the Cory from days past and are not familiar with who I am now. And I'm sure they probably felt the same, as its impossible to stay close with so much distance apart, unless you put allot of work into it; and we really haven't done that. I did however have a wonderful time, even though it was spent running around visiting as many people as I could in the small window of time I had. I miss my nights in the darkness (actual darkness, not something you can find in a city) that blanketed me, sitting on the beach, looking at the milky way.
From there I flew into Toronto to visit my best friend. He lives one block away from the Hilton downtown, which would usually mean us getting into shenanigans, but we hadn't' visited in so long we stayed in w/ good food, drinks, and talk. That's all I really wanted/needed.
Last weekend a couple friends and I rented a car, and I drove out to Seattle. This adventure was for us to see Mr. Neil Gaiman read a chapter from his new book "The Graveyard Book". Now, when passing through the boarder, be advised that telling the boarder officer you are traveling to Seattle for a "book reading", will elicit a very dumbfounded look (much like a cow if you were to try and feed it something that would disagree w/ its four chambered stomach), followed by a pause, followed by the growing look of disbelief that spreads across their face at the speed of syrup spilled on a table (the thick stuff, not that watered down travesty they give out in cheap diners). From there a barrage of questions is fired off in our direction to try and catch us in a lie; however, since we're all nerds, and were actually going down for the reason we stated, they let us continue on. This was my first time to Seattle, and I enjoyed it a little to much. Now I know I had my rose coloured glasses on, but with that said I loved the city. The architecture was gorgeous, the university filled me w/ nostalgia for my school days. I even missed studying. I missed it to the point where when we found the library, we climbed to the top floor into a room 200meters long, 20meters wide, 30meters high, with stain glass windows, and rows upon rows of desks. Then I gave everyone 10min to find something unique in one of the thousands of book. I ended up reading "A Theory of Discourse" by James L. Kinneary, and discussed the difference between rhetoric, communication, composition, and discourse. Outside of this room we find the worlds largest book, no really; it is actually labeled (with a plaque and everything) with said achievement. It's 133lbs if you care to know.
huh, look at that... I seem to have written more then I planned on, and it's getting late. I'll continue on next time w/ the Neil Gaiman reading. G'night
ladyexxa:
hippy.
atmosphericchaos:
What show?