nakedfaced

yesterday my face wanted out from behind its beardy cover. my face wanted to feel the warm (read hello july, where's the warm!) summer air on its cheeks. my lips wanted free from the bristlestache and goatee that kept them cozy all year round.

so, i done shave my face. from ear to ear. nought left, save a bit under my lip for nostalgia. clean as a whistle. bare as a babe's arse. smooth as...well, as this point not too smooth. thanks genes for morning-after stubble that would i shave every 6 hours to keep up the look of a jovial kind. by the week's end i'll be back to my old barbu self.

ahhh, it was fresh whilst it lasted.




hic extraneus sum

mna

bha mi an-dè leis mo thaghlach - mo mhàthar, phiutharan 's nigheanan aice, agus mo cho-ogha. b'e latha mna ann.

i spent yesterday and today with my sisters, mother and nieces and cousine. it was a girls' weekend as it were. i, be extension, git in someway or another...

they spent yesterday at the zoo (and pet the stingrays - i'm jealous much)

and last night i joined them. this morning we had yummy eggs.

yum

this afternoon i took them on the subway

"ride the subway with uncle david"

up and down

up and down

up and down

it was fun for me when i first moved here too. i love spending time with them, and they remind me how much i love being an uncle... an uncle.

hic extraneus sum

cyndi was right....money changes everything

my life right now is a bit of a tumult right now. a lot of things are changing (för det bästa jag hoppas) i've never been good with the coin, but it's just so disconcerning to think that i'm living in the red and can't see how to get into the black. too many notgoods pushing down on the couldbegoods...

my jobless saga of uncertainty continues to unsteady my resolution. if no job, then no money. no money, then no school. no school, then no career. no career; then no future. no future; no now.

downness, i know and i meann't to be so. but, it's tough to see the sun through the dark, dreary, rainclouds of dave-can-not-and-shall-not-have-realgoods-ness.

grrr

we've found a new place to live - i have to run around this afternoon and give away all the money i have to my name ... it would be a lekker deal if we were to get it, so all you blogsphere folk cross your fingers.

now, just enjoy cyndi. she's amazing. and just because i love all things her and love a good gueetar tune, here's another shiny video for your enjoyment.

hic extraneus sum

no words enow

i don't have the words
to convey in full meaning
what i want to write

yours hit close to home
left me thinking of myself
that i may be next

there aren't words enow
to write anything not forced

stop looking; he'll come

hic extraneus sumus

i recomencem de nou

els dilluns no m’agraden. em sembla que temps no passa, o bé si com passés més lentament.

és ximple: aquests dies haurien de formar part del cap de setmana. no tinc cap dubte de que un cap de setmana de tres dies ferà una societat més simpàtica i menys estressada.

de divendres cap a diumenge

o

de dissabte cap a dilluns

volem altre dia per relaxar-nos

a més, avui al despatx no és com si tingués molt a fer. ja sabeu la meva situació aquí. cada divendres em diuen que « estigui llest per la trucada » … i cada dilluns torno a treballar. quina frustració ! ARGHHH !

doncs… després del treball, aniré al centre comercial (haig de fer unes coses al banc) i després cap a ca meva… mon sofà em fa falta…

pafff… que no vull treballar-hi més. em fa falta ser al centre.


hic extraneus sum – de debò, HIC!

sleeping through thursday…in a mumu

....ZZZZZ

the days of this blogger not needing sleep are vorbei. once, when I was a younger lad, i could survive on a few hours of sleep during the week, and make up for it on weekends. oh, the days of sleeping in till 1 p.m./2 p.m./7 p.m. …

tiredly, i still believe that i have this uncanny ability to get by on three/four hours of slumber, and still be ready to face the evils of the world. WRONG! this morning was the hardest thus far this week. im’a have to hit the hay around 5:30 p.m. to catch the zeds i’ve been missing.

zzzzzzed.

that, and i feel like a buick walkind down the street. normally, I don’t care about the buickness of my stature – but when I can’t wear anything save for a mumu and i’m too broke to buy new non-mumu attire, that’s when I start disliking the buickosity of me.

perhaps a mumu would be breezy on the underside of things…must research further.

ha! i just pictured a buick crawling down the road, with its lights heavy and sleep-rolling along the road. oh, how did i ever get to be so amazings? riiight, the uncanniness of dav.e

hic defessus mumus sum

see you me?

i write and write and write
for myself really
to vent
to think
to scream

but who's out there looking in
into my corner of the blogsphere
to read?
to judge?
to relate?

leave me a word
a thought
a jest
something to mark where you've been
like initials on a tree
inukshuit
ruins for all to see

see you me?


hic extraneus sum