Speed Trials

I told Angelo I could take over his route for him while he’s incapacitated…

My beautiful boyfriend fell off his bike and broke his collar bone on Friday. It was a total weird day for him. He broke his lock, his camera, and his bike all on the same day. He’d spent the morning working on his spare bike. I had had a great day, I bought some boots, got my hair cut (looks awesome hot!), and was looking forward to five o’clock drinks at the Aloha, so I made my way downtown, biking down Laurier, when I saw this bike courier up ahead who’s got a bag just like Angelo’s, he’s got a pouch just like Angelo’s, and he’s wearing his jeans like Angelo does. But his bike was all wrong – it was a mountain bike. As I got closer I realized it was Ange, and rode up beside him. He actually had his phone in hand about to call me. He told me he couldn’t get his spare up and running, so he’d been rocking the mountain bike all day. He asked if I wanted to go to Hull with him, and that’s where we were headed when everything went wrong. Poor boy, he was so bummed. I took a couple of pictures of him in the waiting room. He wanted me to go into the examination room with him to take more pictures, and really I should have. I’ll post the ones of him being super down when he sends them to me. (or view them on www.flickr.com – his account name is f1x3t).

So he’s got a brace now, and a nice little bottle of Percocets to keep his morale up. Another unexpected side effect of all this is that he’s suddenly become super appreciative and sentimental. He’s been pouring sweet accolades all over me all weekend, saying the kind of shit that any girl would love to hear, no matter how much she loves his tough guy image. It also reiterates just how much men are really like little boys: they’re much more pleasant and easier to handle when they’re sick or injured, and only working at 50%.

But I totally enjoyed taking care of him, and today we spent the afternoon at the Plant Bath in the hot tub and steam room. It was the first time I’d been there since the great renovation, and it was awesome. I felt warm for the first time all weekend, and we both left totally relaxed and calm.

I have lived through my first AGM, and truth be told, it went quite smoothly, and I think everyone was pleased with the outcome. Christie was great as the Chair, Ryan delivered a terrific presentation, we got new board members, and John took care of all legalities. Good times.

We used our new M-Audio Microtrack 24/96 to record the whole meeting, and guess who’s going to transcribe the Mofo??
But I get to play around with the new toy, so I’m not too upset about it. I feel I should be taking a breather today, but there’s always something else to do, and so I must go back to the office for actual administratorly duties. It’s not the most fun in the world, but needs to be done. It’ll also give me the opportunity to take some pics of the office before we move out.

I’ve been slowly turning green with envy these last weeks over Angelo’s swish camera. I haven’t been diligent in my picture taking for the last few years, partly due to the fact that I’m totally embarrassed to pull out my ridiculously huge, ridiculously low grade digi camera. I’m seriously toying with the idea of getting into debt buying a new one. (Angelo always looks like he’s having so much fun with his…) you can check out his photos at www.flickr.com. His name is f1x3t.

You, you’re in Ottawa. Go see this play. Brush up on your knowledge of Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs, and go see it.

One Yellow Rabbit, that wonderful theatre company that everyone can’t say enough good things about, are in Ottawa, and it feels great. I fell in love with them when I was working in the Inter-Arts Office of the Canada Council, and also when they residencied (is that a word) at The Banff Centre in ’04. They are terrific, and I had such a good time last night. Everyone should see this piece.
I don’t even want to say anything about it. It’s about the Beats. It’s got 8 players. A bum is briefly exposed. Its tableaux and sounds and images are sticking to me like a shadow, I turn around and they’re there, only they seem to feed my movements today, instead of the other way around.

If I was still doing theatre, this is the kind of theatre I’d be doing. And to think, at one point in my life I could move like that… Or at least, I thought I could.

I have been away from the office, and therefore the internet, for a couple of days now, and what bliss it has been. In my haste to post about weight issues, I omitted to mention all the important shit that’s been going on lately. Monday was the big deadline day. Two grants in two weeks. One of which a major operation funding application. Ryan and I spent the last 16 days cramped in our office, subjecting each other to our favourite music, giggling at our fanciful wording wizardry (especially as the hours wore on and delirium set in), eating samosas and vegetable byanari.

But we got it done, and major congrats must go out to Ryan, and to Christie, and to Veronique, and Andrée and Katie, too. Everyone was awesome great, and towed the line to get it done.

So now comes the reward: the move, and the refiling!! Now, some of you might call me an office nerd for getting all hot and bothered at the prospect of relabeling files, but I don’t care. My little brain enjoys such simple luxuries as knowing where every invoice, every rejection letter (framed above my desk!), every piece of documentation lives. It is why I was hired.

Oh, on another note: yes, I realize that losing 2 inches in ten days is a ridiculous endeavour, and so I have modified my goal slightly and have now decided to wear the infamous dress at Christmas. That gives me a little more breathing room… Though perhaps a family gathering is not the best place to don a dress that is so short it not only exposes my backside, it barely (and I mean barely) covers the front… I must give my head a shake, what was I thinking when I bought that thing???