Thursday morning, 10:30 a.m.
Up early.
(Well, not early, but early. You know?)
Oh fuck, I have brunch with Ellen at 11. I won’t make it.
[insert trying to make it, failing]
Can I push by half an hour?
– Yeah sure. Just let me know.
Cool, thanks.
Meet her at 12. Naturally.
This is good. Sparrow is just opening.
Ellen, you look great! How are you?
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Yesterday, I read a tweet that linked me to this item on HuffPo.
If you’re amused or entertained by this post, I don’t blame you. If you think you’ve seen it before, you have.
Nick Cave wrote that letter to MTV in 1996. It’s almost 16, and it’s been on the internet for a while now. I’m not totally sure but I think that if that letter were a person, it could — with parental consent — get married in Canada.
I like sports.
I always have.
When people talk about the things that they miss from their youth, I always think of those days me and my best friend Lorne spent out playing baseball or hockey until our parents, with some combination of exasperation and thank God they’re not in the house in their voices, called us in for supper. As a boy I played soccer, baseball and volleyball and competed in various track and field events. Later, in high school, I played soccer, football, rugby and lacrosse and ran track. I also dabbled in a bit of basketball, Nordic skiing and golf. Read the rest of this entry »