Not many people get as excited about buying things as I do. For me, it’s a sort of sick illness. The wire basket I bought for my bicycle a little earlier today? I am ecstatic over. The oversized button I bought to finish up a winter toque/tuque/touque (i checked)? Equally as ecstatic. Doesn’t matter the price, I’m happy regardless. I’m a consumer. A happy consumer.

I guess it’s ok.

A few days ago we took an evening off of mourning the alive and I dragged boy-bot off to the folk festival. It was pretty fun. The band that opened the festival was from Morocco. I would like to extract pieces of an article to describe the experience of hearing Jajouka.

Sharp, piercing blasts of raw flute power.

and

It excited many and proved to be entirely unpleasant to the ear for others.

Yeah. Count me in as a member of the latter group.

The Weakerthans, Aimee Mann, and Sam Roberts Band on the other hand were much, much more pleasant. Also, a much needed evening away from work and hospices.

This afternoon after I put in a few hours in the office, boy-bot and I went for a bike ride. I was hungry, so I stopped for a sandwich and boy-bot had a nap. We had a conversation. It went like this.

He: I think my brain is too tired to do much more than watch a movie tonight.
Me (hopefully): A romantic comedy?
He: Yep. Starring Genghis Khan.

Groan.

(I credit my archaeology degree in helping me know how to spell genghis properly)

I leave interwebs now.

This entry was posted on Saturday, July 26th, 2008 at 5:19 pm and is filed under daily post.