of Great Friday.

24?.. 28?.. who cares. Shorts weather, for some of us.





Half-time in front of the green house. We played for over two hours in front of that lovely 1959 built community centre...

Bikes, footballs, hardballs, walkmans, 2-on-2-on-3, stretching on the soggy grass, tds, high fives, zero picks, kicks, and a whole lot of fucking awesome.





Later Tara and I fell upon Dundas West for Good Friday reparations.




And then more biking, walking, dinner, and Julian Casablancas at the Kool Haus, who was pretty perfect. Full band, best friends, venue was surprisingly apropos.

And we heard the 11th dimension.



I'll just nod, I've never been so good at shaking hands
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where cities come together to hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is ever just anything
I looked up to you, but you thought I would look the other way

And you hear what you want to hear
And they take what they want to take...

Don't be sad, won't ever happen like this anymore
So when's it coming, this last new great movement that I can join?
It won't end here, your faith has got to be greater than your fear

Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
You are looking for your own voice but in others
While it hears you, trapped in another dimension

Drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time
I've got a mind full of blanks, I need to go somewhere new fast
And don't be shy, oh no, at least deliberately - cause no one really cares or wonders why anymore
Oh, I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and kisses...

That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run

Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
We're so quick to point out our own flaws in others
Complicated mammals on the wings of robots

If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain
But don't you dare get to the top and not know what to do.

Tonight Japandroids at the Horseshoe.

Measuring Cups

get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game
come to the front of the class and we'll measure your brain
we'll give you a complex, and we'll give it a name

get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game
can't have the cream when the crop and the cream are the same
liquid or gas no more than the glass will contain

when you talk about the hand of glory
a tale that's rather grim and gory
is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed?
when the tales of brothers Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed

i think they're gonna make you start over
you don't wanna start over
put your backpack on your shoulder
be the good little soldier
take your places now, cause we're all predisposed

measuring cups, play a new game
front of the class, measure your brain
give you a complex and we'll give it a name

when you talk about the hand of glory
a tale that's rather grim and gory
is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed?
when the tales of brothers Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed

so put your backpack on your shoulder
be the good little soldier
it's no different when you're older
you're predisposed
that's all for questions
now, the case is closed

past post.

From the last beautiful day two weeks ago:



























This little motherfucker chased this goose for at least the two minutes I watched him, and the goose didn't seem to mind at all.





















Here's the full interview from the above video, maybe to watch with your breakfast. I feel obvious superficial connections to him, except for the musical talent. ;) It really is a great interview. Andrew Bird is worth knowing, and here's 15 minutes of your life listening.



previously posted from here.

re: his social atmosphere - there is more on that coming...