Friday, July 07, 2006
Alternatives To The Condom
Oh heaven help me...I am about to go upstairs and teach about 70 kids a hiphop class to music I have yet to hear.
These children have been here all week and suddenly the secluded little camp full of crickets and stars has turned into a ZOO. Everywhere you go, there are more kids. They are so loud. So loud, that many of the staff here have stolen away to find hiding spots to eat our meals. In fact, tonight for supper, I have decided it isn't really worth facing the dining hall and am going to skip my meal all together. If ever I thought I was starting to want to have a baby, being part of a camp like this makes me wonder if I really have true clue. Then again, I wouldn't have 70 kids, I would only have one. Plus, one needs to be having sex to have babies. So, I really have no worries, do I?
Bonnie from the kitchen just popped her head in my office and informed me that the supper that I am choosing to skip is going to be 'super fun'. It seems that the meal is spaghetti tonight and the trick is for every camper to try and eat it with a random kitchen utensil other than the obvious fork. Hmmmmmm. All I can hear is my mother's voice saying LORD LOVE A DUCK. I think skipping is a good idea.
Gotta update my Konkin's Finds list on the site because I am bumping into all sorts of good new musicians on myspace. I know, I know...how dare I get sucked into the dark side of myspace.com...but I have. All these people show up asking to be my friend and ushering my along to different music sites where I am discovering creatives that I would never have known existed otherwise. Ah, web 2.0...'tis a glorious thing.
Not much more to say tonight about my life. I am chuggin' along. Been very tempted to contact my ex because somedays I miss him so much that I think I might die. But I figure if he wanted to see me he would contact me and he isn't because he has, of course, moved on. Perhaps before I take off in the fall I will try to see him...just to update his face in my memory...and, who knows, maybe by that time I won't even wish anymore for his face to be the first one I see when I wake. Other than the boring Jordan misery blah blah blah that I bore you with, I am simply working hard in the office, building onto the website, updating the Newsletter, planning our cancer survivors camp at the end of the month and doing gigs. Another one tomorrow. A wedding....
On the topic of weddings - congrats to Sharmaine and Sonia Bee. Sharmaine was propsed to this past long weekend and Sonia Bee is giving it her second try with a fellow I have yet to meet. Both of them will be married in Toronto which means with them and Jennie moving, I will have a reason to return to the city of smog once again. Ah, Toronto. Ah, weddings.
Ah, hiphop with a bunch of rowdy kids. I think I am being called to go up and start. Wish me luck.
That or a quick death, whichever might prove least painful.
These children have been here all week and suddenly the secluded little camp full of crickets and stars has turned into a ZOO. Everywhere you go, there are more kids. They are so loud. So loud, that many of the staff here have stolen away to find hiding spots to eat our meals. In fact, tonight for supper, I have decided it isn't really worth facing the dining hall and am going to skip my meal all together. If ever I thought I was starting to want to have a baby, being part of a camp like this makes me wonder if I really have true clue. Then again, I wouldn't have 70 kids, I would only have one. Plus, one needs to be having sex to have babies. So, I really have no worries, do I?
Bonnie from the kitchen just popped her head in my office and informed me that the supper that I am choosing to skip is going to be 'super fun'. It seems that the meal is spaghetti tonight and the trick is for every camper to try and eat it with a random kitchen utensil other than the obvious fork. Hmmmmmm. All I can hear is my mother's voice saying LORD LOVE A DUCK. I think skipping is a good idea.
Gotta update my Konkin's Finds list on the site because I am bumping into all sorts of good new musicians on myspace. I know, I know...how dare I get sucked into the dark side of myspace.com...but I have. All these people show up asking to be my friend and ushering my along to different music sites where I am discovering creatives that I would never have known existed otherwise. Ah, web 2.0...'tis a glorious thing.
Not much more to say tonight about my life. I am chuggin' along. Been very tempted to contact my ex because somedays I miss him so much that I think I might die. But I figure if he wanted to see me he would contact me and he isn't because he has, of course, moved on. Perhaps before I take off in the fall I will try to see him...just to update his face in my memory...and, who knows, maybe by that time I won't even wish anymore for his face to be the first one I see when I wake. Other than the boring Jordan misery blah blah blah that I bore you with, I am simply working hard in the office, building onto the website, updating the Newsletter, planning our cancer survivors camp at the end of the month and doing gigs. Another one tomorrow. A wedding....
On the topic of weddings - congrats to Sharmaine and Sonia Bee. Sharmaine was propsed to this past long weekend and Sonia Bee is giving it her second try with a fellow I have yet to meet. Both of them will be married in Toronto which means with them and Jennie moving, I will have a reason to return to the city of smog once again. Ah, Toronto. Ah, weddings.
Ah, hiphop with a bunch of rowdy kids. I think I am being called to go up and start. Wish me luck.
That or a quick death, whichever might prove least painful.
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