Where is my mind? In the Kootenay's, dreaming of electric beats...

The Calgary Folk Festival has just ended here, and I went to quite a bit of it. I didn't get a chance to see the workshops (due to repeated hangovers), but the evening shows were fun. Neither Matt Good nor Ani DiFranco really offended me with their political views, in fact I really enjoyed their shows. But I did get tired of all the women studies majors during Ani...but I kept that one to myself. I could've seen a lynching happening for sure.

The job hunt is ever present, with not too much luck so far. I had a pie in the sky dream of being a physics programmer, and then reality set in and I realize that I don't really know how to program...

My foot is getting much better, and I can walk about without the aircast now (and even dance a little). Therefore the heavy bag downstairs has gotten some use, and I've vented some frustration into it. Good ol' inanimate objects, they'll take whatever abuse you can dish out to them.

Got drunk for the first time since being back in Canada and how! Wine and beer make for fun all around. Add a touch of unjustified ranting about why I hate Kanye and that's a good time.

DJ Qbert and Casual playing seperate shows on the same night? Seriously, couldn't the hip hop promoters just talked to each other and made sure the only 2 good acts in awhile play on seperate nights? I hate decisions.

I want to sit outside with a significant other, feed each other grapes and enjoy the sun.

I've had some women choose some weird ways to pick me up. An older lady was trying to complement me by asking if I was from Winnipeg because I had good style, because apparently Calgarians have no style. As I was walking past Cowboys to find a cab, a girl kicked me in the ass to get my attention. I've always thought "Hello, my name is..." is a classy way to get my attention, I guess I'm just boring.

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I'm looking to instantiate an idea or concept. But an arbitrary choice would kind of burst the bubble. It isn't something you can do half assed, or do well half assed.

Wow, iTunes's party shuffle is eclectic. I was just listening to rap about smashing brains in followed by "Girls! Girls! Girls!" by Liz Phair.

I have been thinking about Greco Roman wrestling. Then I started thinking about why I always want to do rediculous combat sports. I guess it's sort of the idealization behind it and the kind of mysticism that men associate with gladitorial combat (or at least I do). I like the idea of being a beast in the ring, and a perfect gentleman all other times. Sort of a balance I guess.

I suppose that's all for now. Hope everyone is doing well. More on the stream of my consciouness later.