Archive for June, 2005
Not going to see Tiesto
0I called The Docks today, and the nice lady said the tickets would be around $70-$80. So I said, forget it. He’ll be back, and hopefully I’ll be less just-about-to-get-married then.
WEMF happens next week, so maybe I’ll drop by there. None of the artists particularly intrigue me though. However, Mark Farina will be here at the end of July, so perhaps I’ll go to that. He’s a deep house DJ.
Canada Day at the Docks
0DJ Tiesto is playing a 6-hour set at The Docks this Thursday night.
All tickets are sold out, but you can buy at the door for $50. That’s pretty costly, but for 6-hours? I’m still tossing up whether to go or not.
Edit: Doors open at 10pm. I’ve decided to go. Money scrounging begins now! He is the number 1 DJ in the world, after all.
Laptop DJ
0Maybe one day I’ll be a laptop DJ. Like my hero Shane 54. Not that laptop DJing is actually something I aspire to, but Monsieur Fifty Four does it very well.
Anyway, I’ve taken steps toward the dark side in the last two weeks, by A) getting a Numark Axis 8 CD turntable, and B) downloading high-q MP3s to burn and then play on it.
Enter Beatport.com. The iTunes for DJs. I just downloaded 4 tracks that I’ve been wanting to get my hands on for some time.
Moogwai – Viola 2005 (Tek^tonic remix)
GTR – Mistral
Varian – Endless Desire
Varian – Endless Desire (Mark Otten Energetic remix)
How much did I pay for those tracks, you might ask? $5.76!
A single record, a SINGLE record, would cost me at least $10.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not leaving the waxy wonder behind, I’m just needing some practical financial alternatives right now.
Observations
0Matt made a very important observation, and that my profile was outdated. I am no longer a boyfriend, and am no longer a mail room clerk. The problem has been rectified.
ZEO last night went pretty good, but not a lot of people showed. Included in the no shows were (just as I suspected) most of the young adults (where my friends mostly are). To add insult to injury, this page encourages the young adults to stay in the church building, and the youth only to go to ZEO.
Thanks for not representing. Heaven forbid you have to worship to a style other than alternative/pop/rock.
Yesterday’s biannual School of Ministry milk chugging contest was quite a sight to behold. Each contestant was given 1 hour and 3 litres of milk to prove their manhood, or as was also the case: womanhood. Much hilarity and vomiting ensued.
Also, 190 years ago today, Napoleon was defeated at Waterloo.
June Zeo Party
0For those with legs to dance, which is mostly everyone I know:
There’s a Zeo Party this Friday night (8 pm) at 268 Attwell Drive, in the parking lot.
Featuring DJs: DJ Shagz, J Puddy, Ed King
Spinning: Hip Hop, Funky Breaks, Trance and Hard House.
There’s a 5$ cover, and there will be BBQs and all kinds of great summer stuff.
Come on out, or I’ll be personally hurt.
My school
0I’m now 3 weeks into my new job. I’m loving it. As with any IT job, there are projects and problems that arrise that can cause serious headaches, but I’m enjoying it still.
It dawned on me a week or so ago that TACF has been the perfect learning environment for me. When I left high school I had no money, neither had my parents. At that stage we weren’t landed immigrants, so I don’t think I could even apply for a loan easily. True or not, that was my mindset. Add to that the fact that I hate school and would rather never go back if I didn’t have to.
So, upon finishing high school, the world of work was the place I was heading for. I had to complete one course at night school because of having too many spares the previous semester, so I started looking for a day job. I tried at Future Shop initially, because I had done a co-op placement as a Service Technician. However, they weren’t hiring.
Enter Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship. They were looking for a Summer Camp Administrator to manage bookings of the TACF camp site, and to assist in running the church’s own summer camp program. After 3 months of learning to be an office boy, the job dissolved with the selling of the campground. At the same point, a job opportunity came up in the Maintenance department.
I took it, and spent the next 8 months learning to work with my hands. Woodworking, building, plumbing, electrical work, bricklaying, painting, toilet cleaning, and everything in-between.
Following that the long time employee in the Mailroom decided he’d had enough. Seeing as I’d volunteered there a little, I put in an application. I got the job, and spent a further 8 months up to my eyeballs in stressful neverending work. The mail and shipping industry is not one I will eagerly jump into again, though I might some day. This job was pure learning though. I made deals with salesmen, negotiated for better prices, working mostly alone and with little supervision. At some points I ran into problems with my boss, causing sleep loss. I moved the office from one building to another, pretty much single-handedly. Again, this was pure learning. I dealt with so much office politics, salesman politics, financial limitations, the joys and woes of decision making, and all sorts of things.
I enjoyed that job for a while, but eventually it bored me. The problems with my boss certainly didn’t help, and my job duties were increased with no pay raise.
In the middle of this, I was approached by my new boss, and very tentatively offered a job. The Network Administrator at the time was getting ready to go on maternity leave (men get their own maternity leave, don’t forget it), and so someone was needed to replace him. This tickled my fancy like not much else, so I did everything in my power, nude-dancing excluded, to get the job. The good Lord has seen fit to bless me a heck of a lot in this lifetime of mine, so I ended up with the job.
Now I’m looking back, around, and forward. I’ve worked at TACF for over a year, good times and bad, and am loving it today. I’m excited to go to work, because I’m getting paid to do something that I love. I’ve learnt so much, without having stepped foot in a University, and I’ve been paid the whole time. I’m in an awesome cell group, with guys who are likeminded and provide good fellowship. I’m getting married in three months, and am feeling more and more like I might just be ready for it.
Thank you Jesus, for providing me with an education perfectly suited to who I am. Thank you Jesus for providing me with a beautiful woman who for reasons still unknown to me said yes when I asked her to marry me.
Thank you Mum and Dad for introducing me to a God who made me just so he could love me. And thanks for trucking me around the world at a young age teaching me to communicate and read and think.
And thank you TACF for being my school.
Cinderella Man
0I just got back from Maija’s parents house in Scarborough. We had a birthday/thank you party for Maija/from her Mum, respectively. (Thank you was for helping out with her 25th wedding anniversary.)
After an afternoon full of sausages, hamburgs, swimming, ultra-violent “water polo”, croquet, and other such nonsense, we went to see Cinderella Man.
“The story of James J. Braddock is the best human interest story in the history of the sport of boxing.” – Damon Runyan
The movie opens to that quote, and I would tend to agree with it. It’s the tale of a boxer who breaks his wrist one too many times, hits a bad losing streak, and then in the middle of the depression comes back from nowhere to worldwide boxing glory.
Russell Crow plays the lead, and he does a good boxer. Renee Zellweger who I normally detest wasn’t bad at all. The script wasn’t anything fancy, but it didn’t need to be given the subject matter.
It certainly stirred the heart, and got the blood pumping. It’s not one you’d want to take your granny too, if she’s like mine and her leg stiffens up. Only things I didn’t like about it was A) the fact that you don’t really get to see him losing many fights, you just get told through subtitles; and B) I noticed a couple of dramaticized fake punches.
I give it a 7.5/10.
They seek him here, they seek him there
0The Lupin Bandit!
Today is 1 year since Maija and I started going out. I really can’t believe it’s been a whole year. That means the blood and vomit encrusted t-shirt that hangs upon my wall has been there for a whole year. Amazing.

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