From Rainer Maria’s Web site:
Along with other big changes in the air this November, we are sorry to announce that we will be disbanding at the end of this year, following a few farewell performances:
Friday, Dec 15th @ First Unitarian Church - Philadelphia
Saturday, Dec 16th @ Bowery Ballroom - New York
Catastrophe Keeps Us Together is one of my favorite releases of the year so far. It’s sad to see them go.
I’ve been putting off getting an MP3 player, because, quite simply, I don’t think I would use it that often. I did consider getting one of those iPod’s with video so I could watch something while doing cardio at the gym, but the players were $300-400 bucks last year the last time I checked and not worth it for me.
Check out this article to see why I’m going on about this. Thanks Dave.
I only saw half of Sunday’s Grey Cup game, but it was a pretty convincing win for the Lions, although if the Alouettes wanted to state a case that they were jobbed a bit by the officiating, I would hear them out.
I saw the game at my friend Geri’s house in Vancouver but turned it off after Montreal fumbled the ball at the BC goal line late in the fourth quarter.
Oh, and get this, my flight back to Toronto was delayed over an hour because apparently the plane I was booked on carried the Lions back to Vancouver and with all the hoopla the plane took a while to clean. Maybe its true, maybe not, but it’s an interesting story, no?
Everytime I go back to BC for any amount of time, I wonder why I left. Seriously. It was an irrational decision that I thought made perfect sense at the time. No one I knew agreed with my decision and some of my friends (including my landlord of all people) even tried to talk me out of it. But I was stubborn. “I have no job. Gotta go where the jobs are,” I said. In reality, what I was thinking about was the approaching autumn, and being only a couple of years removed from my first tough year in Vancouver after five generally happy years in Victoria, the idea of going though a gross, wet winter by myself again did not sit well with me at all. The irony is that I wasn’t going to go through that by myself; I made some great friends and, unlike two winters previous to that, I did have some job prospects. But I panicked.
Now, Toronto is not as bad as I used to make it out to be, and I consider myself lucky to be a part of a progressive organization that respects me, for the most part, and I do like the idea of living where my favourite baseball team plays, and that has an amazing music scene, but when I come back from BC from spending time with my friends, it does make me feel lucky to have led such a charmed life when I lived there. I made friends that are positive and forward looking — and many seem to be going through major life transitions that are making their lives fuller and happier. And knowing that makes me happy.