he's certainly charming

[foxtongue]

So once again, (as it tends to), my livejournal is running out of Paid Account. If you want to help out, as I certainly can't currently afford upkeep, then donate here to keep this journal alive.

The Complete Works of Charles Darwin are now available online for free.

Sometimes I feel like I'm crafting obituaries when I describe people here. "He was a kind man, Mr. Haversham, tall and slightly too commonplace. We loved his newspaper clipping accent, me and Dave, and now he's gone." That said, I think I'm going to give a shot to talking about Mark, (leaving out as much description as possible), as locals have been developing a curiosity.

We met in 1999, my mother was somehow part of an African music festival event that he was doing the sound for. We went home together after to an Art House on Fraser St. that he was watching for the out-of-town owners and, after we got rid of Lidd, we stayed up all night talking. (I would be shocked if Reine's mother was not friends with the artists who lived there, just to give you some idea of what the house was like). I'm not sure why we went back together after, except that maybe things just happen sometimes and occasionally personalities simply click. He says now that I was very shy then and it's sort of true. I didn't talk as much as he did, not knowing how to speak with people yet.

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Fast-forward to a few weeks ago, after I've moved to Toronto and back, L.A. and back, Montreal and back. After I've singularly failed to escape from this place, actually, but have thoroughly lost touch with Mark anyway. I'm at a Timothy Wisdom party, having been invited by an acquaintance on the street, an anonymous e-mail, and Angus Ms. Spelt. Set between a funeral home and an industrial warehouse, I didn't know the hosts, but I knew the house. People spill out of it when there's parties, and everything on the main floor, excepting the kitchen, becomes dance floor.

On this dance floor, this most fabulous and exceedingly crowded place, I encounter a woman who stops me to say, "I have the other half of your sewing machine." It's an odd statement, but she's right, she does have my old sewing machine. I'm surprised. We used to trade one back and forth to summers ago. To her left is Mark. We haven't seen each other since before I moved to Toronto, but we recognize each other instantly. (Amazing if you factor in that he's not tall anymore because puberty wasn't finished with me last we saw one another and now I'm an entire four inches taller.) That quirk of timing goes "click" again, and now we're best of friends once more, spending time too late at night and sleeping over more often than is strictly necessary for a basic social life.

I think we have a date in December, but I'm not sure how things like that work. I'm going to have to ask.

Comments

[wyldkyss.livejournal.com]

Sorry I didn't see your link before I ordered last night!

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the thought. What did you get? Something juicy?

[wyldkyss.livejournal.com]

I'd been eyeing the Particle Man shirt for a while. I ordered the lazer beam eyes one for Jack too.

hi...

[artmunow.livejournal.com]

happy, merry and
i just bought you
a yearmore of lj...

enjoy

Re: hi...

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Thank you! It means a lot to me that I keep this going and having such obvious support keeps me bolstered on those evenings when I feel utterly useless. Sort of like, "well, I can't get out of it now" but with more of a smile.

Would you like a post on a particular topic?

non-seq

[estrellada.livejournal.com]

I had a dream that Silva was giving me advice on how to balance my humanism and cynicism. (she was voting for more cynicism allowing for faith in others after investigation)

So, uh, tea?

Re: non-seq

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I've sent her an e-mail.

I certainly can't currently afford upkeep

[reluctance.livejournal.com]

... is the increased functionality of a paid LJ user account worth less to you than yet another screening of Monty Python and the Holy Grail? (Would this whole operation come grinding to a halt were you confined to the default features offered with the free LJ service enjoyed by the peasants and the serfs?)

I just get puzzled when I see people with jobs (Dance centre? or am I mistaken?) asking for handouts.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

My day job runs out in a week, (which will pay my rent and utilities and that's it), leaving me with only the Dance Center Job, which only works me once a week and pays minimim wage, (so basically it covers bus-tickets). I get to go to things like Monty Python because of a government program Robin is set up with. The trick with his money is that I have to take him out and do something social with it. It pays for our tickets and whatever's left over goes into keeping me alive, (aka groceries).

All day I've been having second thoughts about my hasty testiness

[reluctance.livejournal.com]

... by sidestepping the self-righteous indignance that would have followed in nine out of ten livejournals (and perhaps the defriending drama that might have followed that), you have got the better of me.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty used it looking weird, too, which helps, I'm sure. I'm always on the look-out for little free things for us to do too, which gives me a bit more cash, like tonight we're going to the free jive classes at the WISE hall.

[thegodofwar.livejournal.com]

I continue to be fascinated by your interpretation of the world, yours or otherwise. Not that the idea of a guy suddenly meeting a long lost girl way taller than him isn't a nice touch, though.

I'm not fascinating, just a little uneducated

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Well, no, it's more that I always remembered Mark as being rather tall and now we're almost the exact same height. It adds a bit of an odd perspective on just how much time's passed since 1999.