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i’m in trinidad for a week, primarily for this reason:

My first born

My first born

father/daughter dance

father/daughter dance

i started in the advertising business as a typesetter but my interest in design was peaked one summer when i worked at a printery.

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back in the saddle again

April 6, 2009 — 1 Comment

having gone through the immigration process once to get my residency, i can tell you there is nothing simple or cheap about it. and the odds are stacked against you from the get go.

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help desk

March 23, 2009 — Leave a comment

my support system is a small handful people, all of them close friends that i can rely on for unfiltered and completely honest opinions and if i need help of some sort they`ll be there for me.

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seven words

March 16, 2009 — 1 Comment

it`s hard to pick a favourite book.

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curiosity? poor cat

March 13, 2009 — 3 Comments

i met vic nine years ago in the personals section of nerve.com. but that sentence doesn`t begin to do us any justice.

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this april will mark my sixth anniversary of maintaining a blog with five of those being with the recently defunct journalspace. luckily i had most of my entries stored offline as i was trying to migrate them here. there are a lot of people that are not as fortunate.

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so gauche

November 16, 2008 — Leave a comment

in the genetic lottery i don`t think i ever had a chance not to be left-handed, from conception the odds were severely stacked against me.

i come from a long line left-handedness; my mother, my father, my maternal grandfather, my paternal grandmother, you get the idea and i`ve managed to pass it on to my children as well.

growing up with my mother i never realised that i was in the minority. this was prior to the advent of left handed scissors and knives [not necessarily prior but we certainly didn`t have access], but somehow we made out. i`m somewhat ambidextrous now, i can use a pair of scissors in either hand, i`m mostly right-handed in the kitchen but i still haven`t mastered peeling an orange.

i remember my first day of school. i came home sullen, all my mother`s questions were greeted with monosyllabic responses. my mother knew something was wrong from the word go. i had actually wanted to go to school, so my unresponsiveness was clearly indicative of something major, eventually she managed to pry it out of me that i had been spanked for writing with my left hand. i had one of those old fashioned teachers that believed that left-handedness could be beaten out of you.

the next day my mother showed up in school and had one of the quietest discussions with the teacher. never had any more troubles after that.

i had another run in with the education system in high school during my o`level examinations. the entire year has to take math and english, so 160+ students are in the study hall, which contain… drumroll please… those crappy right-handed desks. how the hell were supposed to write what`s supposed be one of our life determining exams hunched sideways over a desk. being the trouble maker that i was, i launched a protest, managed to delay the exam for half hour til we were moved to another room with tables.

one thing i`ve noticed about growing up left handed with my mother is that i learned to write properly. i don`t do that thing with my hand bent into this odd shape, wrist forward, like you`re going to stab yourself in the heart at any moment, nor do i turn whatever i`m writing on almost upside down, i never understood that and i think that`s one of the first things people notice when i start writing with my left hand.

i used to have beautiful handwriting too. but with all the time i spend at the computer i can`t even sign my name in any legible manner, but that is an entry for another day.

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the wyf and i went to asheville, nc for two days, as part of her birthday celebration i got tickets for her to see one of her musical idols billy bragg, there are pictures here. good times were had by all of course, but that’s the reason for this post.

remember rule #5 of the ICoDP? here let me refresh your memory
“you have marijuana.
you will always have marijuana and related peripherals on your person, otherwise you will have connections with various retailers of said and be on a first names basis and immediate contact with them.”

we’ve been asheville an hour, just had lunch and driving to check into our hotel when we pull up next to a camaro that has seen much better days. my window is down because the weather is lovely and the passenger of the car turns to me and says in that voice “do you know where the trees are, man?”  amazing, i just got a drive by hit for weed. even with the explanation that i was from out of town was not enough to deter him from asking a second time, as if i was holding out on him. obviously this man has read the rules and i’m a disappointment and if word gets around i may lose my membership card.

nine months, one week

September 8, 2008 — 1 Comment

nine months, one week – just about enough time for me to have been pregnant. but this isn’t about an addition, it’s actually a subtraction, i shaved.

for the first time since november 1, 2007, i am clean-shaven. it wasn’t planned. i was trying to neaten up, had an oops moment and decided that it would be a good time to start over. besides, i haven’t had a single donation to my fund-a-stache in five months.

clean-shaven for the first time since november 1

clean-shaven for the first time since november 1

it’s kind of liberating, considering i’ve had some sort of consistent facial hair growth for almost a year. the ‘stache and beard will be back but i think i may enlist some professional help for the grooming. anyone know a good barber?