Archive for May, 2005

So I'm looking through my old documents… and I find

Thursday, May 12th, 2005

Written in a notebook I just uncovered:
The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women by Tristan Taormino
The Amante Papers: How Women Regularly Have 5 or More Orgasms During Sex by Phil Gur

1. This notebook was really used around 2000 – 2001…
2. I think I was a virgin back then
3. What the hell am I doing with book titles like this in my notebook?!?

Besides that I'm finding school assignments from 2 years ago, and a short story from 11 years ago!! Whoo! I've been typing up a storm for my website that will likely never be rereleased! I hate revamping websites. Whatever. I've been amused now.

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It’s taken too long to get this far away. Philip Barbosa’s Ascension Gallery

Sunday, May 8th, 2005

After many endless hours, tons of late nights and I’m sure many tanks of gas, it’s finally over. Philip Barbosa’s opening night reception is finished for his first solo-gallery art exhibit in the Toronto Contact Photography Festival. I’ve always been one to volunteer towards bitch-tasks; tasks that no one wants to do, but are also mindless at the same time. Hours upon hours, from when stacks of photos to sort through to creating various snack and finger-food the night of the opening.

I’d never realized until this night the amount of work I’d personally put into this. All I want is Phil to succeed. This has been his baby for many years, and through the last few weeks, in some small manifestation, it has become mine as well. Through knowing that every little bit counts, helping him paint gallery walls, putting tools away, going on beer and pizza runs were all making this dream become closer to becoming a reality. There was absolutely no right or wrong as long as it’s something that would yield a positive effect on his life.

Spending that much time with one person, however, is completely trying; I know on more than one occasion I was dreaming of packing it in and leaving him to deal with his own demons. Knowing how Phil is and how I am, I knew this situation would never come to light, and for that I’m happy. Seeing the prints on the walls made the whole last few weeks of lack of sleep, and late nights, and expensive commuting costs all melt away in my head. And for those hours seeing what has become so close to such a friend made me realize that everything’s fine, and everything will be just peachy.

I’ve never attended an art opening, and as of yet I still do not consider myself as having been an attendee. I’ve re-met fabulous friends that I see far too seldom, and met new friends that will definitely be a growing part of my life.

Everything over the last few weeks and regarding this opening has flown past me in a monochrome blur. I’m glad it’s all over and I wish Phil the best of luck in this and future endeavours.

Sore, Skinned, Battered & Bruised

Sunday, May 8th, 2005

Phil's opening night is over. And what a night it was. All I remember at this point is the fact I learned and know how to open a beer, and understand the theory in opening a bottle of wine. That and the true test of creativity and experimentation is in the hiding places of an art gallery, throwing together combinations that you don't like, while everyone else fawns over them. The curse of owning a car and possessing a valid drivers license reared its ugly head this day as well but overall it wasnt as bad as I had expected. Surprisingly I ended up more stressed than I probably should have, resulting in skinned knuckles and bruised ankles, but whatever. It was bound to happen at some point.

The best was being able to hang out and get to know the boys all over again (Marty & Jonny) and that was definitely the highlight of this whole ordeal. Now its back to regularly scheduled programming, where for once my diary entries wont have to mention Phil in every third sentence.

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I had a bit of an opinion but sadly, it's gone now.

Wednesday, May 4th, 2005

I think everyone should go to Phil's page and buy tickets to his ModCon4 photo lottery. If not for him, then for me. Because I'm putting way too much effort into a show that I'm not even hosting. Who needs a real job when they can work mindlessly for 8 hours a day after-hours in a gallery far far away? I almost want to point everyone to Phil's page just for the sake that my life has become so intertwined with his, that there's no real point in me updating. Oh well, I work in trade so I'm going to end up with so many dinner credits, that I might start demanding breakfast too.

I had a job interview yesterday, it was not that bad, (recruiting company but whatever) And I'm trying for this whole more-coroporate look, which really just means that my mom bought me a suitjacket/blazer thing to wear over my business-casual type clothes. It worked, I shocked myself at how bloody corporate I looked in it. So what if I remove my labret piercing for interviews? You can't sell out if you've got nothing to sell. I have another job interview tomorrow too, with an actual company (not recruiting company related).
I hope the ink from staining all those frames comes out of my fingernails!

Yea, I'll be updating my blog later today with something that should make these two boys happy. The former more than the latter, but they both should be d***it. I work in trade too don't forget! *hint nudge wink* *cough*holey butt'r*cough*