Changing gears quickly from anarchy to commercialism, here's the latest piece of sweet sweet 80's design to get my glands going. The decade of excess brought stock-market peril, Reganomics, the fall of the Berlin Wall and at the decade's close, beach-mulleted raquet jockey Andre Agassi and his signature Nike Air Tech Challenge trainers. Follow the link and have a good look. Bold purple and hot neon accent the structural elements of the shoe without adding any unecessary baggage. Nike has always been good at this sort of integrated form and function. They look oddly familiar; I think I may have rocked a pair of these in my kinder-years, although probably in a sleepy colourway like navy and grey.
Bam.
The night after the day they were woken from their ancient sleep, we drifted off in a present-day mirror of their last embrace.
You slept so peacefully, nude; as I watched you watching your neurons fire and eyelids flutter I couldn't help but think of those two.
And that nagging question in the back of our minds.
The gears stop turning, the phone stops ringing, the snow stops falling.
There is nothing greater we as a generation can do than face our fear and our future in the eye and fight for our survival. Unknown, untapped resevoirs of bravery must be summoned to live with our plight.
I can't help but return to the two neolithic lovers... In the moment when all hope is lost they turn their backs to the world and say bravery is not found through meeting the eye of the executioner but is found in the eyes of love.
Jules and I and our new roomie Dayn were outstanding hosts.
Scotty was here to make his last stand before returning to Scotland for another school year. He is seen here sporting his almost-five-months-late custom polo shirt birthday gift from yours truly. Lookin' sharp.
Junior was there, too.
518 Alumnus Victoria Baltuis made it down from Waterpoo for the event. Victoria lived with us for a couple months last year, before Natty, after the little living room. Dayn just moved into her old room a few days ago.
Warren and Zorana came and got fucking loaded. Diana's friend Vicki was not exactly un-loaded herself.
Starla and Thanh were super pooped from V-Fest all day but they came out for a bit anyway. Kyle was working on two beers but the guy is such a pro two beers is like drinking baby spit for him. Dude gets his trainer to punch him in the face while he's doing situps. Apparently it makes it like, ten times more intense.
Kyle also brought my favourite motherfucker ever, Max! Kyle said that Max told him he "wanted to get fucking wasted" so Kyle had to bring him along! Max is literally a party animal. He licked a lot and ran around a lot. That sketchy little asian guy was really afraid of him.
Sarah Henning graced us with her presence.
Jess and Michelle.
Carla.
It's true, why else would it be on his shirt?
If you've ever had a conversation with Jess, you'll understand what I'm feeling here. And here.
Uh-Oh! Julia got on that thing! Around 12 people pointed and yelled GET OFF THAT THING! I almost cried.
Lana took Calvin and I into the little vanity half-bahroom and had her way with us.
This is what everything started to look like as the night wore on.
Check this out! We tried to look sober and upright for an old-times'-sake kind of nostalgia session. I think Lana has a less-blurry version of this pic. Still heartwarming though.
We kept it going until almost seven in the morning. A couple rounds of disoriented Scattergories and a GET OFF THAT THING! excursion brought us to sunrise.
I woke up to find Junior sleeping in the hallway.
And this invitation on my sunscreen bottle. Mark your calendars now!
I took Brie to the airport today. She's gone to Amsterdam for the next four months, where she'll be studying at the Amsterdam Fashion Institute and doing all sorts of Euro things.
It's going to be hard to live without this girl for that long. The five uninterrupted days we spent with each other up north were the best days of the whole summer, of all year really, or even the best of longer than that. She's really amazing and she's such a huge part of my life.
Make your souvenir requests now! I'm going over to visit for two weeks, leaving a month from tomorrow. Dylan wants a menu from a pot cafe. Jess Burley wants a Dutch Mars bar. Admir wants turntables!
NEIGHBOUR JIM: Sam? Please, take a seat. We're all here to talk to you about a problem we think you have, that we want to help you with.
SAM: Wha-? This is crazy I don't have a problem-
FRIEND STEVE: It's the Oil, Sam. It's tearing you apart. You're addicted.
NEIGHBOUR JIM: You need to stop. You're using way too much. Every day you're using using using. Some days you just get up and use and sit around all day, completely ignorant of reality.
SAM: That's not true at all, I'm completely fine... Oh, Barbara, not you too!?
BARBARA WIFE: Yes honey, we all agree. It's made you sick - you can hardly breathe; you never exercise and you're getting fat, and... you never have the energy or desire to be intimate with me anymore. All you seem to care about is using Oil and how you're going to get your daily fix.
SAM: Ahhh I can't take this I need some Oil now... where is it...
NEIGHBOUR JIM: You won't find any in your usual stash, Sam. Jesus Christ man, in the garage? Right next to your kids bikes? Right there for them to see what their old man's become? What, did you want your little Chad and Rosie to be like their dad, and get addicted to Oil too? What kind of a message are you sending them, Sam?
ELLEN NEIGHBOUR: And it's eating away at your money Sam. Barbara showed Jim and I your finacial situation. You're very in debt. You've got to kick the Oil. You're spending away your children's future.
YOUR LITTLE CHAD AND ROSIE: Please don't spend away our future. You don't need Oil. We love you without the Oil.
SAM: Oh, Kids... No, I want to, stop, but... I need it. Just a little bit. One last time.
NEIGHBOUR JIM: No, Sam. No more oil.
SAM: Where is it? What did you do with my Oil? I'm getting angry...
FRIEND STEVE: Stay calm, Sam... don't do anything you might regret-
SAM: Don't make me hurt someone! I'll do it! I'll do it!