The Colour of Sleep

So another distracted beginning to a blog post. the important women in my life have been talking to me online lately when I want to do this. Today is Jaime. She has her big horse show today in Paris. I won't specifiy which Paris just so I can have some semblence of having a cooler girlfriend then. Yes. She will be riding around barrels underneath the Eiffel Tower by today's end. She doesn't need to be in France to be that though. She is already cooler then you. Not cooler then me. But definately cooler then you. You don't how pumped about Wonderland I am right now. I just want my last two days of work to be gone. Not just because I want to be there. But also because I am really tired. My feet hurt. You guys really need to listen to Psycroptic. I don't care of you hate brutal tech metal. They put on a devastating performance that is an assault to your senses and reconfigures the universe with a few well placed hella great guitar licks. Listen to The Scepter of the Ancients. The album is perfect from start to finish. So go. I am not even asking you to buy it.

You fucks have the internet if you are reading this. Go download it. I gave you all the information you need to complete such a task. I am going to introduce the gal when she comes up to more technical music in an hour then she has heard in her life. I am excited to do it too. She told me she is excited to hear my music. Which I am glad. Not very often I get that response. So I was talking to Asmaa yesterday. She came to my work to visit me. Also I saw her at McDonald's before hand. I had showed up a half hour before I had to start work and she was there an hour before her shift. So we grabbed a coffee and table and had a heart to heart. I was observing people while we were sitting in there. The reactions of people it seemed like it was a huge culture shock to them to see an Islamic woman with someone like me actually having a serious discussion and enjoying each others company. But I guess it is a bit strange. A woman who is obviously religious and foreign and me with my weirdly dyed hair dressed all in black and wearing my Cattle Decapitation shirt.

I don't know how the discussion started yesterday. But I asked her how does she display that she is married. Because she didn't have a ring. I told of course I am sure you know that here we show our people ownership by a ring on the left hand. She knew. She told me it was symbolized through this. Pointed to a gold bracelet on her wrist. Her lecft wrist. So I asked if that is how. You wear a bracelet on your left wrist. She told me no that wasn't it. Only married women wear gold in her culture. Her bracelet was beautiful too. 24 carat gold. Intricate little designs in it. I could have looked at it for a long time. It really was very very beautiful. I was talking to my sister a lot last night. She was telling me how she won't move out. Though my Dad was unemployed with ten kids living at home for a year and a half. During that time. My parents took all my sisters money and drove the fuck out of her car. Just used her. While my Dad was a lazy fuck and wouldn't go out and support the shit loads of kids he has. So she couldn't go to school like she had planned because she was broke.

She wants to move out of the house. But my parents don't want her too until she is married. (also she is handy to have around if my Father doesn't want to work) But my sister won't move out and lets them control her because she is afraid of Mom's and Dad's ability to turn her friends in the church against her by telling everyone she rebelled against their wishes. Is that control or what. I told her to get the fuck out. She can't live like that. Underneath their thumb and caring about what some religious people would think of her. But the problem is that she really does. I got out of it no problem because I didn't give a fuck what the church thought of me. Still don't to this day. Which is why my parents lost the ability to control me. I stopped caring about their religious doctrine and about what them and their institution thought. Pretty much all of my good friends from Toronto are going to Montreal today except for Dave I think. I soooo wish I could go. But I can't. It seems like a couply group too.

With Jimmy and Amy. Colin and Henri. Well maybe that is it. But you know what I mean. Jaime just mentioned Harry Potter. Which reminds me. If I had a bullet for everytime I heard someone asking someone else if they had read/bought the new Harry Potter yet, There would have been a couple dozen more gun crimes this weekend. New Denis Johnson novel is coming out though. Now there is something to talk about that I know no one will be and people will be like "wha? who?" Go read Jesus' Son by him. It is a short story. It is amazing. Hell even the movie is amazing. But seriously read the short story Jesus' Son. Or is it a Novella? I can't remember. Doesn't matter. You have author and book name. You can find it. But anyways. I think I am going to sign off on this for yet another day. There will be a time coming up when updates will be less frequent. Jaime will be up. Summerfolk. Wonderland. Haha. It will probably still be updated more then most everyone elses though. You guys update like once a month! Anyways. I hope you all have a bit chomping day. Send good control vibes Jaime's way. She is doing competition riding. She needs to bring me a red ribbon from every event. Cheers folks!