Ich danke Ihnen für Ihre Geduld

Travel plans are very difficult for me to assemble. There are so many opportunities, and just as many constraints. All week I have been on the verge of purchasing a plane ticket to Europe, but as of yet I have not. The prospect of spending every last dime in the bank for a near aimless solo wander through foreign lands is both exciting beyond measure and terrifying beyond belief. My foreign language skills are very limited. This time frame of travel would financially prohibit me from playing in an ice hockey league this season. And yet I can't shake from my mind that this is a very necessary trip to make. 

Financially it makes the most sense to go to Asia, where I could pick up a job teaching English as a foreign language, make a respectable income and have enough free time to explore and learn things on the side. Yet the unseen force that pulls the strings of desire within me don't take me there. 

Frozen Lake

The disaster of letting someone poisonous into your life so deeply is crushing one of my friends. I hope that he can free himself from the depressing cycle that she is pulling him down.

Thank you for your patience.

The Western Sun is Approaching

I've joined an online community of couch surfers, and so far I've had a great amount of contact. I feel like a cultural ambassador. The concept is great, despite the potential for abuse. That people establish references and feedback does enough to convince me to participate. Besides, my couch is pretty comfortable! It takes trust on both ends of the equation to happen.

I've been reading Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murikami, and it is thoroughly a gobbler of a read. It's a shame I have to trot to my paid-workplace instead of continuing through the pages.

September 11, 2012 Bloc Party is playing a free show @ Sugar Beach, 7:30pm. The one listen I gave to their new album didn't much impress me, but maybe it will grow into something. The Silent Alarm album was killer, so lets have hope.

Lucid states of the deep mind

Last night I had an excellent dream. At some point while walking in Dufferin Park, I became aware that I was in a dream-state and realized that I could manipulate things in that beautiful alternate reality we call dreaming. The lucidity was incredible. I felt like I was in complete control of a perfect opportunity. Clearly the first thing I did was decide to fly above the park. It was cool because I didn't fly straight and fast like superman, but rather slowly and more like a feather caught by the wind. I looked eastwards towards Dovercourt st., but it was like an older video game with a limited draw distance, as there was nothing but black beyond reasonable boundaries. Phones were ringing, but I couldn't get anyone on the line. I wish I could remember more, but my memory fails me.

Labour day has passed us by, meaning that the Summer feels over. I'm okay with that, I prefer sweatshirt weather anyways. Decisions must be made regarding the future. Should I remain in Toronto, working for a cheap corporation towards management, do some minor travels to Montreal and on to the East coast, or something more drastic? I'm starting to feel a pull towards Vietnam, but I'm not yet certain. I quite enjoy the comforts of my urban North American city, but something tells me that this can wait.