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Among the things I’ve thought about writing about here over the last month, but for whatever reason, haven’t are: narrowing windows of time and how they apply similarly to how to get back into your blog after having taken a month off, as with having waited too long to get back to somebody, and as with the temporary/fleeting aspects of the finer sex – and as the window narrows, how steering back on course becomes exponentially more complicated; the incredible pleasure of driving a car I love (a couple weekends ago I took my sixty-one 220 out for an exhilarating cruise down West Van’s winding and beautiful Marine Drive out to the gorgeous Gleneagles Community Centre and back with the windows down and its vintage radio playing some bad/good classic rock); the one-day course I took on the subconscious mind a couple months ago; what the hell is going on, generally; the career testing I always wanted to try and recently took (results, you ask? Architect was my number 7, musician was number 1, psychologist 2 – interestingly, ‘mind-numbing bureaucrat’ did not show up on my list);  [/column][column]the sax solo from Foreigner’s ‘Urgent’ (awesome); the ridiculous amount of attention my car gets (I love the attention or hate the attention? Discuss); Ms. Aguilera’s pipes; how much you learn about the themes in Woody Allen when you watch four of his films in one day, and how Seinfeld and When Harry Met Sally and hence every single romantic comedy since then, borrowed heavily from the master; how since the principal raison d’être of blogging is the need for self-expression, it has evolved to serve writers, not readers – and how this is another fold in the larger observation of the human thrust to communicate outwardly without or before thoroughly considering its interpretation upon reception (shoot first; ask questions later) – the most obvious example and the most interesting in my mind is the communication between the sexes in romantic scenarios, as almost all romantic failures have roots in the urge to communicate with impatience (too much, too soon); back to blogging for a sec: the medium is too slow, big, clunky and unresponsive for today’s distractable attention spans; and how I am adapting (yes, I’m working on a new quicker, snappier, briefer, kind of site -  one that leads a reader through the content rather than merely dumping it all down and expecting the reader to sift through it – inspired by wiki creation software such as VoodooPad as well as concepts of well, seduction actually. I mean in the sense of maintaining power and leading the target to the desired destination – somebody has to lead and faced against the fickle and impatient online reader, it’s in the writer’s interest to take that lead. But not strictly through content, but also in controlling the rate and style of delivery of that content. You’ll see what I mean soon enough.);  why is time moving so fast?; Chico, the neighbour’s cat, is napping at my place all the time now… brat. He just comes in whenever he likes to hang out. And for treats (I bought two bags of Temptations for him – he can’t seem to get enough); how to see Europe; how to live in New York; the harbour plane tour of Vancouver Bianca and I went on a few weeks go; my first presentation to the Urban Design Panel last week – in Council Chambers (it was ok); the videos I want to make and am currently writing dialogue for; how beer drinkers don’t understand non beer-drinkers (you decline another, so they assume that you’re a teetotaller (yes that’s the correct spelling dammit), when in reality, you’d rather have a real drink than down bottle after bottle of mind-shrinking, headache-inducing pisswater); how the new community garden in the north lawn of City Hall is a total disgrace (the force of political symbolism); how I get away with occasionally wearing flip-flops at work; and the lesson of persistence.[/column][/col-sect]

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