I meet people on the streets of toronto who know of you[raymi] and your fame spreads exponential inspiration through some hypertextual social need to read and write and read and write and you unite minds by accident congratulations have a dramatically enlightening non-denominational holiday
here are the details for the 28th. officially it’s for this zine my friend joanna works on and this is what she has written as her msn name. artisitically it’s a really good looking zine as joanna is a studio arts major, inside is mainly poetry and stories. it’s pretty typical but nowhere near as diy crap as the one i sent you that v and i did.
Lip zine Launch Dec 28th
IV Lounge, 326 Dundas Street West
poetry/spoken word, live music, dj, you, me
$3.50 cover, comes with a free zine while supplies last
blah blah blah, that’s about it i guess. i don’t know what time it starts at though. like i said before sherwin the hipless boy will be reading. he was nominated for some big deal poetry award in quebec for a book of 1600 pseudo haikus (hilarious stuff. he has the preprinted version thats 1600 pages long and in the past he had ppl shout out random questions and then reads from the book like it has all the answers while basically falling over cus the book was so heavy).
lip had a launch in mtl too and the readers there were pretty amazing and crazy, but i’m not sure who’ll be here.
oh and i haven’t talked to christine from its all fashion, but i’m sure she’ll be there. she’s absolutely in love with joanna and since i’ll be representing out of the basement and v can’t be there christine should be.
tell me if you wanna read. stories or whatev are totally fine. i don’t know if you’ve ever been to a poetry reading, it sounds pretty lame to ppl who haven’t and sometimes they can be, but not the ones my friends throw. no one is gonna standing on stage and quietly reading poems about the great canadian wilderness or anything like that.
email me or gimme a call about this 416 ***-**** or if you wanna get together. joanna and vera and i haven’t been to the bovine and your description of it as a hilarious goth hangout has made us curious. other than this i haven’t bothered to plan much for my visit cus it makes me feel too oppressed to plan stuff. or something like that.
oh except that emilio from naturalkinds blog fame has emailed me and i said i might possibly maybe go to one of his, i don’t know, whatever things he was advertising on his blog. are you friends with him? i feel like you know him. interested? he said he’d buy bloggers a drink and there is music involved.
hope fil’s bday was a blast and that your settling into your new place nicely. later,
two years ago today on raymitheminx.com, careful it’s cheesy
oh for shame there was a typo in my last post and i left it up there for ages. fuck nig. awesomest word of the day. i’m such a fucking recluse. i couchsurf my ass off. read shitty old books from my gramma’s library-thing and play with my dad’s slot car racetrack and accompany him to raceworld to talk to geeky fags with no teeth in the jewiest part of town. i talked to ward yesterday. ward rules. if you don’t know who he is you’re a loser and a half. ward works at ibm now and hangs out with this crazy confused foreigner packi guy who’s a big perv and talks only about fucking. my kinda guy. anyway some broad gave ward her resume to bring to ibm and on his way to doing that he managed to spill water on it so the ink smudged all purple and smeary-like, sit on it thus crumpling it to shit and spilled coffee on it too. YAY ward! hmm what else is new in the exciting world of raymi??? oh yeah i gave my self a stupid haircut, my bangs actually. i cut them too short. it looks like i put a friggin’ bowl on my head and snipped straight across. my dad and i went grocery shopping the other day and we sampled this hard boiled egg thing on a cracker and the lady was telling my dad how u can buy ‘em in packages and shit and they come all ready boiled tra la la and then my dad goes, “that’s an EGG-cellent idea!” har har. maybe i will win the lottery this friday. maybe not. now i will go play alchemy until i die. oh and i’m sad now that survivor is over. now i need another show to be obsessed with. any suggestions?
i wonder how many blog entries on raymitheminx.com begin with LAST NITE WAS MENTALLY INSANE!!! the other day i thought of doing what tony does like a year ago today on raymitheminx.com…dadda dada duh but i think it would be ridiculously embarassing and confusing.
for example this is what was going on a year ago today. a year ago today it was fil‘s 30th birthday and now here it is all over again. i got him a nice scarf and a sweater and got guestlist for bedouin soundclash tonite and we’ve been steady boozin’ since yesterday 7pm.
last nite i let fil squeeze pat’s fake tits. word!
I didn’t go to bed last night. The night before I slept for two hours because I promised my dad I’d get up and drive him to his last day at a course he had to take so that he can one day get his suspended driver’s license back. Sometimes I think it’s not the best idea for him to be allowed to drive ever again but that’s a whole other story and mostly I just want him to be okay again, if he ever was. Am I okay? Sometimes I think yes, but then other times I’m so clearly not. I sleep all day then go to work in the evenings, then come home and stay up all night reading books and blogs and watching cartoons on television that are meant for twelve year olds and generally wasting time because I want so bad to just create something but I can never figure out what it should be so I do nothing. I have friends, I have hobbies, I have a life, but those sorts of things only matter when you’re experiencing them. The hardest thing to do is to be happy without distraction. To be yourself by yourself and be comfortable with that. I stay awake until I run out of things to do and then once I fall asleep I don’t want to wake up again. I have problems with momentum. I forget where I was going with this now. Every thing starts to get disjointed as you approach the forty-hour mark and you keep seeing flashes in your peripheral vision like little patches of self illuminating reality and you start getting so tired that you’re awake again and then eventually you get to forty-eight hours and pass out lying on a fork. All the you’s and your’s in that last sentence should be replaced with I’s. I think my point in the beginning was that fuck I’m tired but when I got home tonight, your book had come in the mail so obviously being so far past tired I had to read it and I’m glad I did and I think that one day I want to meet you at a concert or at the fair and just go up to you and kind of nod like I’m saying “So this what everything is.” and then I’d buy you a drink or hug you or something and then I’d offer you some cotton candy.
not to sound “too” stalkerish, but my buddy ordered your book from cafepress and sent it to me for Christmas.. I just started reading it and must say that so far, you’re fuckin awesome. Thanks for actually “writing” in a day when so much bullshit is put into a book and we’re forced to pretend to enjoy it — when there’s actually people out there like you who are able to formulate a sentence in it’s most natural and honest form.
