Maybe it is classic Fall-time nostalgia syndrome, or the weird/nervous feeling I get around Halloween, or maybe its just one of my many cyclical phases, but I am extremely appreciating The Tragically Hip right now. Memories of summer camp, making out, smashing pumpkins at Forest Hill Junior School, smoking a joint for the very first time, Massey Hall, driving the roads of northern Ontario, fresh bread at Tree planting (nothing tastes better), the smell of the "mountain" in Montreal- all dancing through my pork-pie( its really kind of a strange day) clad head.
Friday, October 14, 2011
he said I'm fabulously rich
Maybe it is classic Fall-time nostalgia syndrome, or the weird/nervous feeling I get around Halloween, or maybe its just one of my many cyclical phases, but I am extremely appreciating The Tragically Hip right now. Memories of summer camp, making out, smashing pumpkins at Forest Hill Junior School, smoking a joint for the very first time, Massey Hall, driving the roads of northern Ontario, fresh bread at Tree planting (nothing tastes better), the smell of the "mountain" in Montreal- all dancing through my pork-pie( its really kind of a strange day) clad head.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
i wish i took a picture
of the guy I just walked by, wearing an army jacket with "Occupy Wall St." printed on the back lunching at Pastis.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
people and things i saw
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
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