rebel against the box

dimitri is back from greece for a few days before moving to spain. so thought i would get a quick lesson in sangria making before he heads off. we're hosting a farewell party for him here friday night...getting ready for an all nighter of fun, food and wine! a good chance for me to practice my spanish me thinks! will be sad to see him go. who will i learn to cook and garden from now? mind you his idea of gardening is pulling out everything green...and replacing it with already flowering plants from the city's flower beds. "it's not stealing, it's rescuing. so many dogs and cars out there...our backyard is much safer for the plants. nature is free." good point.

attempting to explore life through the rythmn's of an 'urban monk' for the rest of my time here in the uk. work, play, rest, and pray. givin' it a shot anyway.

the weather here seems schizophrenic...today the sun is out. god, my book, a beer and the garden....

god seems to be speaking to me a lot about canada at moment. guess it's stuff i need to know before i get there. my heart has already gone before me.

well...people are starting to trickle back from the corners of the world and i have tix to see ben harper in june. things are looking good.

went for a walk outside tonight and the air was warm and heavy. the kind of evening where your breath and thoughts seem to be moving in slow motion, playing and hanging off each other. it is a totally beautiful moment to be standing on a busy, loud highstreet and feel like everything is moving in slow motion around you.

watched 'the september sessions' with drago this evening...3 times. no words to describe it. to say 'i need to learn how to surf' is a severe understatement. the list of things to do before i get old (or turn 30...) has just been adjusted. make an appearance on an extreme sports video has made its way to the top five list, along with see U2 in concert, motorbike around south america, sort out my frizzy hair, and learn five languages fluently, ....
so much more could be added to that list, but thats breaking the top five's rule. the good thing to know is that is could change again tomorrow.

i need to listen to jack johnson more.

its raining...decided that manchester is the only place where i hate rain.

it seems that many of my friends have felt compelled to leave and fly off to fun places around the world...at the same time... new york, cairo, italy, Israel... which leaves me and drago to fend for ourselves. we've actually carried on quite spectacularly... what with rich showing up on the doorstep carrying 5 bottles of home brew and my green chilli fest... last night went well.

think ive developed an irrational fear of the canadian geese in platt park. they always seem to organise a mass exodus out of the water when i arrive. i'm trying telepathically to communicate that i too am a canadian and that i have nothing that they want and they should therefore just let me pass without interrogation. but instead i have horrible visions of them chasing me and pecking my ass all the way around the park. something has got to be done about this.

me and che are off in search of a nice coffee... and a comfy chair.

the last 2 months have changed me. i think i see things more clearly now...who i am, who i'm not, and who i want to be. the adventure has just turned a corner.

the last few days have left me feeling very much like travelling around south east asia, baking in the heat, taking pictures, learning some weird traditional dance, eating beautiful food with lots of chilli's, and laughing a lot.

i wanna cook something hot and spicy that i can eat with my hands.

if ya ever hunger for odd things...just jog around the neighbourhood early in the morning. the other day i saw this old man (must have been in his 70's) playing with a remote control motorcycle on the basketball court. by himself. i nearly stopped and joined in cause it seemed very sureal. if i see him again...

"we seemed to breathe more freely, a lighter air, an air of adventure." -che

"i now know... that my destiny is to travel, or perhaps it's better to say that travelling is [my] destiny. ...still there are moments when i think with profound longing of those wonderful areas in our south. perhaps one day, tired of circling the world, i'll return to argentina and settle in the andean lakes, if not indefinitely then at least for a pause while i shift from one understanding of the world to another." - che

uh...a month...really? my silence has been due to:

my journey over the last 6 weeks...i've been turned upside down, and i like what i see.

ahora, hablo espanol. un poco.

readin 'che guevara:the motorcycle diaries'. lovin it. south america captivates me.

recent addictions to tapas, jogging, and manu chao.

still holding out for glastonbury tix