I won't be happy until someone loses an eye.

2005-11-01 at 11:32 a.m.

Why does every apartment I live in choose the least opportune moment to start noisy construction-type activities.

Little Italy - Breaking up the street with bulldozers to change the streetcar tracks during exams. House-shaking. Whistle-blowing. Car-honking. Me with many a headache.

Lansdowne - Next door neighbours breaking up their concrete sidewalk with shovels and handsaws (?) during exams. General shouting in Portugese. House-shaking. Loud noises all around.

Current - Not only are they building a parking garage right next door which started when I've moved in, they have now begun resurfacing the roof. This will continue for another two months. What does this mean? This means, since I'm on the top floor: constant loud banging and scraping, rolling of buckets (?), swearing, men running above my head, and tar fumes which make me light-headed. This, of course, starts at eight in the morning. Above my bed.

I don't know about everyone else but I love to wake up thinking that the apocolypse has arrived.

It's not exam time but paper writing time. Comment on a piece of Renaissance text about the use of colour in Venetian art. This equals boring.

But in good news, I picked up my pictures from the Josh Ritter and Frames show and they are splendid. Kim took some nice ones of me giving the scarf to Josh Ritter. These make me happy.

And if anyone has not yet had enough of Josh Ritter, you can see more of my videos at lovely Doug Rice's site. Me and Doug, we're like this.

speaking at length + speaking in lines