Best live performance picture I've seen.

Although I'm a fan boy of Crystal Castles, you can't dismiss the fact that this has to be the coolest photos of a live performance.


-- Alice Glass of Crystal Casltes. -Credit to

Fraser C

The short list

I made a short list of things I'd like to get done before to long. Updated 12/09

To Go:
Gold Coast, Australia - visit my cuz' there
Ireland - must do a biking tour of the whole dang thing.
6 month tour of Europe - backpacks and hostels
Mongol Rally!!!
Exuma Cays - Kayaking

To Do:
B.A.S.E. Jump
Learn a musical instrument
Learn a new language

To See:
U2 - I got my tickets!!!

Soulwax - this is noisey, you've been warned.

NEVEREVERLAND

My first surgery, woo woo! (Adenopathy)

I went in for surgery for the first time in my life a bit ago. I was very excited, not nervous but anxious, for it as it was my first. I don't live far for the surgery center, so I walked down. I arrived and checked in. I was in the waiting room for not long at all, and a nurse came and escorted me back to a room for pre-op. I stripped down and put on my gown with the little stockings that they have you get in. The nurse started me on an IV of electrolytes/saline, and took my temperature and general bio-info. The first doctor to see me was my anesthesiologist; she was a nice woman who looked extremely familiar to me, but I couldn't place her. I think she just has one of those faces that is common, in a good way. While I was speaking with the anesthesiologist, telling her I wanted local anesthesia only, my surgeon came in and marked on me where he wanted the incision. After that the surgical nurse came and wheeled me into the operating room. There, I was helped onto the operating table and covered with some sheets. After a bit the anesthesiologist began to administer the local and then the surgeon began. After a little bit I began to feel a bit of what seemed to be slicing, which I mentioned. After that, I didn't feel anything else. The anesthesiologist was at my head, and kept speaking to me which was nice. She told me when it was out and I asked if I could see it. A little later, they showed it to me and I was surprised how big it was. It wasn't long and they said I was all done and they began having me get up and out, back to the pre-op waiting area. I sat there a while with the nurse and the anesthesiologist. They left what they took out of me, and I grabbed it and tried to get a better look at it. The nurse asked if I wanted my sister, and I said if she wanted to come back it'd be fine. After that, we waited a bit until they said I could go, and they wheeled me out to my sister in her truck.

Overall this was a really pleasant experience, I'm healing well, and I have no predjudice against seeing the doctor in the future. I await my biopsy results...

My 9/11 Memorial

I honestly don't think much about it, but, I do remember a time I'd been there, which I'm thankful for.

It was 99/00, New Year's time; Kenya and I had gone to New York for it. This was, I think, her first time out east; mine too. I'd wanted to go to New York for a long time, and New Year's always meant a lot to me, so it was perfect. Kenya was always up for travel. As it happened the World Trade Center was one of the sites I was keen to visit. I had no idea what I was in for, I just knew it was in New York... We took the subway, everywhere and, down to the World Trade Center. We exited the train and to our equal surprise, even dismay, we entered a mall that was located under the World Trade Center. I don't think either of us could believe it, and we were a little bit taken aback by the existence of a mall beneath the World Trade Center, it was just so tacky, so American. We made our way up to the ground levels of the World Trade Center, coming up an escalator into the North Tower, I believe. We started walking around and, noticing a huge line, we weren't sure what it was for. We walked up to a gentleman working at the elevator and quizzed him about what was going on:

"What's the line for?"

Going up to the observation deck, sir.

"Oh, How long does that take?"

4 Hours, sir.

"How can we get up there right away?"

There is a half hour wait for a table at the restaurant, sir.

"Can we get a reservation?"

Black shoes and tie required sir.

"Oh, ok thanks!"

And with that we walked away and continued to explore the grounds of the World Trade Center and take it in. I did get to see it, to gaze up from the ground as it reached to the sky, to admire the unique architecture. I was disappointed that we didn't get to go up to the top, but I was glad we were together in New York; it was such a mild winter and we saw so much of the city.

When we went back to New York for 00/01, we didn't even bother with the World Trade Center, just kept to ourselves a bit, it was such a cold winter, it was so fun to see New York in a white out... It was that morning of 9/11/01 when Kenya's mother called us, telling us to turn on the television. We were both getting ready for work and found this request rather odd and tedious, but I turned it on and couldn't believe my eyes, thought it was a hoax, but never once felt fear. I was angered that Kenya and I hadn't made it up to the top of those buildings, was disappointed. It wasn't until they came crashing down that I really felt more glad that we had actually been there.

When I reflect on it now, I'm very glad we actually saw the World Trade Center, were among the towers, and have that experience. I would only change my reaction to being told, "black tie and shoes;" I'd have gone back down to that mall and we could have bought nice new clothes, just so we could have lunch up there...I always think like that now, just do what it takes to get the most out of any moment, make the moment, because it's the only thing for sure.