Hey kids, here we go again, I haven't been here in a while, as I seem to have plateaued... My healing process is going well still I guess, which is to say that the surface stuff has healed quickly, and now the deeper more serious stuff is just chugging on. Its hard because no matter what I do its going to take more time. And while I'm trying to avoid going stir crazy, and simultaneously trying to figure out just what the hell I'm going to do with the rest of my life now, I can't help but wish that I could just climb a tree and hide up there for a while.
I saw some kids doing parkour yesterday and it kind of sucked for me. Knowing that while I'm mobile and such now, I'm more like 70 year old lady mobile, and not really capable of sustaining the shock of jumping... period.
I'm still playing lots of guitar, still fantasizing about doing another big hitching trip this summer, but I really don't know what the cards hold for me. Its all gone so well recently, but I wonder when I'll hit the wall. That thought is the source of most of my terror right now. When am I going to get to the point where I'm not going to recover beyond that. Where does things I "used to be able to do" start? I know that I'm going to get a lot back, and I know that I should be grateful for every breath I have, but when is that wall coming, and will I be able to handle being on my side of it...
See ya next time kids, hopefully with something nicer to talk about.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Indecision
So where does one go from here? I'm feel like I'm stuck in a quarter-life crisis.... I have to decide for sure what I want to do with life, and I need to suitably prepare myself for it. Start with 2 rounded table spoons of education, one cup full of stable job, a teaspoon of health benefits, and a dash of stable romantic relationship, mix thoroughly with thought and introspection, and bake until reasonably solid... If only I knew where to find all the ingredients.
But this seems so gloomy, I'm not really unhappy about this new shakeup.... I came out with a lot of good stuff going my way, I'm alive to tell the tale, I can move under my own power (*phew), and I have a world of opportunity available to me while I'm under the financial care of insurance. While they won't give me an income, they have been taking care of the costs of my surgery and recovery. Also, maybe, just maybe, I will have the opportunity to retrain myself with insurance. I'm likely to opt for a general English degree, while I decide between journalism and music management... Its tricky, I'd love both, but I would literally be living a dream if I could be a roving, perhaps even gonzo, journalist; not necessarily on all kinds of drugs mind you, but being unconventional, constantly moving, and showing a new minimalist way of life through my words and stories. Am I too old to want to be a revolutionary for social change? What if I still believe you can change things and make them better, even on a large scale? Am I a fool to think its worth a try? But if I don't who will?
Dang, that's a lot of questions, all these answers and more next time.... Same bat-time, same bat channel!
But this seems so gloomy, I'm not really unhappy about this new shakeup.... I came out with a lot of good stuff going my way, I'm alive to tell the tale, I can move under my own power (*phew), and I have a world of opportunity available to me while I'm under the financial care of insurance. While they won't give me an income, they have been taking care of the costs of my surgery and recovery. Also, maybe, just maybe, I will have the opportunity to retrain myself with insurance. I'm likely to opt for a general English degree, while I decide between journalism and music management... Its tricky, I'd love both, but I would literally be living a dream if I could be a roving, perhaps even gonzo, journalist; not necessarily on all kinds of drugs mind you, but being unconventional, constantly moving, and showing a new minimalist way of life through my words and stories. Am I too old to want to be a revolutionary for social change? What if I still believe you can change things and make them better, even on a large scale? Am I a fool to think its worth a try? But if I don't who will?
Dang, that's a lot of questions, all these answers and more next time.... Same bat-time, same bat channel!
How does one drum up support here?
How do I get someone, nay, everyone to follow my blog? I'm sure an integral first step would be to have some interesting content, but should I try and find pics and videos that are fun and cute? I feel like no. I feel like I should focus on my writing, as that is the purpose of this exercise. But at the same time this crazy multi-media world we live in, will just text (no matter how delightful) be enough? Can I get away with saying what i think and care about alone? Or should I punctuate it with stupid pictures of cute animals so the kids don't get bored?
Alas, its all folly anyway, I'm gonna follow my gut and stick to my own musings, let the high school kids and bored/boring housewives deal with kittens in baskets and the like. A true writer needs no illustrations, save perhaps cover art, but I'll worry about that when I write a book.
That's been a plan for a while, but I carry the curse of many aspiring writers, all I have is a stupid idea for a plot, and some characters that are really just me or what I do or don't want to be... *sigh I think it largely stems from the fact that I'm too familiar with archetypes, and too proud to use the same basic plot lines that are already in every other novel in existence. I feel like if I were to write a novel it would have to shatter the formula.... You know set up tension that's never resolved, let the bad guy win, all that stuff you're not allowed to do if you want the public to like it.
Well thats all I got for now, hope someone out there likes it. See you soon!
Alas, its all folly anyway, I'm gonna follow my gut and stick to my own musings, let the high school kids and bored/boring housewives deal with kittens in baskets and the like. A true writer needs no illustrations, save perhaps cover art, but I'll worry about that when I write a book.
That's been a plan for a while, but I carry the curse of many aspiring writers, all I have is a stupid idea for a plot, and some characters that are really just me or what I do or don't want to be... *sigh I think it largely stems from the fact that I'm too familiar with archetypes, and too proud to use the same basic plot lines that are already in every other novel in existence. I feel like if I were to write a novel it would have to shatter the formula.... You know set up tension that's never resolved, let the bad guy win, all that stuff you're not allowed to do if you want the public to like it.
Well thats all I got for now, hope someone out there likes it. See you soon!
Monday, March 9, 2009
The Great yet Humble Beginning
Wow I haven't done this is a couple of years now, and now that I think about it I kind of missed it. I suppose I should start at the beginning. I'm 24 now, up until a month ago, I was happily working as a waiter.
Then on Febuary 12th, I was hit by a cab while rollerblading downtown. The next day, Friday the 13th, I went under the knife at St. Mikes hospital for major reconstructive surgury on my back; the accident left me with one completely shattered lumbar in my lower back. I spent my worst Valentines to date in the ICU, swimming around in uncertainty, and a morphine induced haze, wondering if I would be able to walk ever again. Turns out I had a brilliant surgeon, and not only did the surgury go smoothly, but I was up and walking (albeit painfully for a while) a couple of days later.
Now we get back to my mention of being a waiter. As you may have guessed my spine is not as strong as it once was, and suddenly the prospect of lugging around 24s, kegs of beer, and several plates of food around for a living doesn't seem like such a keen option. Too bad to, I was really good at it, and really didn't know anything else. I'd been working service industry since I was a kid.
This lead me to start thinking about a career change. Weather I liked it or not, I would have to do something else to make my money. So I started thinking. I like music, making it, listening to it, and just the vibe that musicians put out there. I like writing, though I don't have any formal training, I've always at least been able to put a sentence together, and when I'm lucky I could even make a few of them make sense together. How am I doing so far? I also really like travel, and lately, more specifically, I've loved hitchhiking around Canada.
Now any of the above things would be pretty tricky to make a career out of individually, but what if I were to amjalgamate the three into the ultimate career? What if I could get paid to hitch around this country and write about the music and adventures I had on the way? Wouldn't that be sweet? Any takers?
I'm hoping that somewhere in this beautiful country there is a publication that is looking for a fun loving wordsmith with an unbreakable spirit, and (litterally) nerves of steel (hit by a car! Come on!), to write for them regularly. Until I find such a publication, I'll settle for blogger, and get my chops up til my next big break.
So far I've hitched from Halifax to Vancouver (that was a race too, and an aborted documentary), and from Toronto to the far end of Newfoundland and back the year after that. This year, provided my spinal recovery goes according to plan is to do PEI and back, but theres a good chance thatI'll be doing Lake Louise/Calgary too. That largely has to do with time money, and weather or not I hit the afore-mentioned big break.
Tune in next time kids, and I'll do my best to keep you entertained!
Cheers,
Jules
Then on Febuary 12th, I was hit by a cab while rollerblading downtown. The next day, Friday the 13th, I went under the knife at St. Mikes hospital for major reconstructive surgury on my back; the accident left me with one completely shattered lumbar in my lower back. I spent my worst Valentines to date in the ICU, swimming around in uncertainty, and a morphine induced haze, wondering if I would be able to walk ever again. Turns out I had a brilliant surgeon, and not only did the surgury go smoothly, but I was up and walking (albeit painfully for a while) a couple of days later.
Now we get back to my mention of being a waiter. As you may have guessed my spine is not as strong as it once was, and suddenly the prospect of lugging around 24s, kegs of beer, and several plates of food around for a living doesn't seem like such a keen option. Too bad to, I was really good at it, and really didn't know anything else. I'd been working service industry since I was a kid.
This lead me to start thinking about a career change. Weather I liked it or not, I would have to do something else to make my money. So I started thinking. I like music, making it, listening to it, and just the vibe that musicians put out there. I like writing, though I don't have any formal training, I've always at least been able to put a sentence together, and when I'm lucky I could even make a few of them make sense together. How am I doing so far? I also really like travel, and lately, more specifically, I've loved hitchhiking around Canada.
Now any of the above things would be pretty tricky to make a career out of individually, but what if I were to amjalgamate the three into the ultimate career? What if I could get paid to hitch around this country and write about the music and adventures I had on the way? Wouldn't that be sweet? Any takers?
I'm hoping that somewhere in this beautiful country there is a publication that is looking for a fun loving wordsmith with an unbreakable spirit, and (litterally) nerves of steel (hit by a car! Come on!), to write for them regularly. Until I find such a publication, I'll settle for blogger, and get my chops up til my next big break.
So far I've hitched from Halifax to Vancouver (that was a race too, and an aborted documentary), and from Toronto to the far end of Newfoundland and back the year after that. This year, provided my spinal recovery goes according to plan is to do PEI and back, but theres a good chance thatI'll be doing Lake Louise/Calgary too. That largely has to do with time money, and weather or not I hit the afore-mentioned big break.
Tune in next time kids, and I'll do my best to keep you entertained!
Cheers,
Jules
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