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Firstly, I think I am in lurve with Sarah Jessica Parker.
Secondly, I will never vote conservative.
The day, despite my fatigue and longing, did not want to end. And when the endless shiftwork was nearing a close there was the hideous clammer of the telephone.
"Mike? Tomak here. Do you want to grab a beer?"
And so, the tried routine of going to "the bar" (an aside: for years, people have claimed their weekend plans to me as "going to the bar" but I have yet to visit a place called "the bar"; is the use of such a phrase an attempt to signify some sort of ritual that I am suppoesed to identify with?).
At any rate, what should have been a relaxed mulling over a cool pint in a less-than-populated pub turned into some sort of renunion.
[I don't want to be writting rigt now, all I crave is sleep; but I fear if it doesn't get written some threads will be left frayed - in my head. For, I am more than utterly aware that any traffic on this page is stimulated by passing curiosity]
Cam, apparently in town for his brother's high school graduation, is living on 17th street in Calgary. Uneducated, he has managed to snake himself a "CA" designation and is working as a broker for an insurance company. Last I saw Cam, he was entirely self-involved, questioning his sexuality, and "Master Councillor" for the de Moulé (masonic youth chapter). Cam was wearing a quadrupally-breasted navy blue pinstriped suit that was very similar o the one sported by Rahim only a day earlier. And, throwing cash around like it were water (north american, overabundant water, that is).
Oh yes, Cam was willing to offer a salary to a conservative like me. All he needs is someone with knowledge of economics and accounting to dot his "i"s and cross his "t"s to make his staff of seven complete. Insurance, everyone needs insurance. He's got a portfolio of over two hundered clients, he says. "Let me introduce you to some women," he says.
Cam says alot.
Being in his presence makes me want to vomit.
In retrospect, I can appreciate Malcolm's performance. Entertainment. I didn't see it for what it was - and, he really did speak to the audience. But, more than that. It's the day-to-day that matters. Always I am tempted by the promise of power, but this is not truly something I seek, it is a mere sideline - a tempatation - something that draws one away from meaningful persuits. Malcolm works regular hourse. Every day. He does his research and has a heart for his community.
Secondly, I will never vote conservative.
The day, despite my fatigue and longing, did not want to end. And when the endless shiftwork was nearing a close there was the hideous clammer of the telephone.
"Mike? Tomak here. Do you want to grab a beer?"
And so, the tried routine of going to "the bar" (an aside: for years, people have claimed their weekend plans to me as "going to the bar" but I have yet to visit a place called "the bar"; is the use of such a phrase an attempt to signify some sort of ritual that I am suppoesed to identify with?).
At any rate, what should have been a relaxed mulling over a cool pint in a less-than-populated pub turned into some sort of renunion.
[I don't want to be writting rigt now, all I crave is sleep; but I fear if it doesn't get written some threads will be left frayed - in my head. For, I am more than utterly aware that any traffic on this page is stimulated by passing curiosity]
Cam, apparently in town for his brother's high school graduation, is living on 17th street in Calgary. Uneducated, he has managed to snake himself a "CA" designation and is working as a broker for an insurance company. Last I saw Cam, he was entirely self-involved, questioning his sexuality, and "Master Councillor" for the de Moulé (masonic youth chapter). Cam was wearing a quadrupally-breasted navy blue pinstriped suit that was very similar o the one sported by Rahim only a day earlier. And, throwing cash around like it were water (north american, overabundant water, that is).
Oh yes, Cam was willing to offer a salary to a conservative like me. All he needs is someone with knowledge of economics and accounting to dot his "i"s and cross his "t"s to make his staff of seven complete. Insurance, everyone needs insurance. He's got a portfolio of over two hundered clients, he says. "Let me introduce you to some women," he says.
Cam says alot.
Being in his presence makes me want to vomit.
In retrospect, I can appreciate Malcolm's performance. Entertainment. I didn't see it for what it was - and, he really did speak to the audience. But, more than that. It's the day-to-day that matters. Always I am tempted by the promise of power, but this is not truly something I seek, it is a mere sideline - a tempatation - something that draws one away from meaningful persuits. Malcolm works regular hourse. Every day. He does his research and has a heart for his community.
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