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7 days
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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7 days until vacation, but who's counting? There are so many things to be done. Projects to be wrapped up, camping gear to acquire, plans to solidify; plans amorphous and changing....
Days at work pass slowly, there are the moments where I think that I can't leave, there's a recession on and jobs are hard to come by, then there are other moments, more common, where I remember my life and realize that I have to get out of there, whatever the cost. My investment is that of an owner, not an employee...
Things to do: Shrines, Theater, Write (some, more), start/finish book 1, 2, 3, read, listen to music, exercise, go to indy films, house parties, road trips through rural alberta, further afield, paint, there are 1000 reasons to leave the job, very few to stay: the money's good (I'm at work 60 hours a week) .. money's good... The classic conflicted internal dialogue.
Strange Music
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Almost 1 AM and there's construction on Crowchild, up late writing.
There's the beeping of vehicles in reverse, distant, erratic, and there's this deep bass, the distant echo of machinery off the sound-proof barricades, the digging of the earth, oddly melodious, it's strange music and I'm taking a moment to pause and listen..
Ishango bone
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The evolution of ideas..
The Ishango bone, various theories surrounding it's purpose the most persuasive of which imply that the people who created it had some knowledge or understanding of prime numbers.
Read more here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishango_bone or read up on prime numbers here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prime_number. More interesting links from the Wiki.
8 days and counting...
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The boy, he's been feeling that I'm neglected, he's every weekend away with his mom in Fernie and so he called me last night to make a date for my day off.
That's good. If it weren't for the abundance of "Urgently" flagged emails in my inbox, that is.
He drops around this morning at 7:15 AM. So begins the day off...
And so I haul my weary ass out of bed and we hang in the living room for a couple of hours, I have to wait for the roomate to get out of the bathroom before I can shower and get ready for the day.
The lack of chairs makes the "Hang" around the living room a little challenging, to say the least, but time passes, the roomate goes to her job and I can get ready. After which the boy takes his time to get ready, and eventually, together we're ready.
"Ready for what?", you might reasonably ask, but this is something we need not concern ourselves with. Ready for the day.
And so we hop on a bus and go downtown. 1st stop - the IODE thrift shop, slim pickings and so we kill a bit of time in the *Atomic Cafe next door, drinking bubble tea. Always try something new, and I can taste the attraction, something about the flavour of milkshake with the chewy goodness of Tapioca makes for refreshment.
From there back downtown, then onto search for an Indian Buffet, we try the "Raj", I've been curious, large buffet, reasonable prices, the food isn't so hot but it's worth it for the desserts alone.
Now the day is shaping up to be a scorcher, and I've a vague plan to see the new movie "Inception", so we walk down to Princes Island and kill some time sleeping off our fullness on the lawn, there's hours to kill, it's not terrible private and there are loads and loads of people jogging by, swishing by on their inline skates, fit attractive people, reminder that it's summer and I've really, really got to get into shape. But it's nice, warm, lying in the sun and were there a more private spot I'd strip off my shirt and begin my tan...too public, however, and the glare from my ivory skin might well blind passers by...
Eventually it's time for the movie, 2 1/2 hours long (!!), out again into the deserted streets, bus home, he's missed his ride with his mom and so has to catch a cab home, time now for me to nap (briefly - I have yet to sleep) and to get to work. 8 days and counting...
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