Sep 17, 2018
Gyyps - While I’m Young
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Gyyps - While I’m Young
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I know I don't really have the foresight to call you the love of my life, but you're the love of my mere 20 years.
For more beautiful words, consider my book While I'm Young...
Every time I call my Gran with the intention for a quick check in ends with a 1h20m call. It's both our faults, my voice is sore. Anyway I told her I was working up to the goal of riding my bike to her house, I explained the trail and my bike and the prep and the fun and she started pointing out places near my route that she could pick me up at if I needed it, such and such is only an hours drive, this and that has a camp site. I think it's reasonable. I have a goal. She's supportive and will have my back if anything goes wrong, but I'll have a spare tube and mini air pump and variety of tools with me anyway. Delightful. I just need to get more comfortable with longer distances, my speed has to improve a little, and my endurance has to hold up, but if I can do 60km in about 4 hours, so what I did last night without stopping for pictures, then I can theoretically currently do the full trip on a long bike trail across the province to Grandmas house in 19-20 hours. I would like to get that down to 12h by next summer. Once I feel secure doing that trip in a day, I can plan routes through parks that I can actually camp in overnight. I've been making lists of light weight items that would come in handy. I might even pick up fishing again. (Have I ever told you about catching fish and crab on Vancouver Island as a kid? There's an art to casting off. This is why those phone calls last an hour minimum.) ...not to be political but if Ford is going to sell it all off and pave the bike paths I want to really know the things that we might loose so I can fuckin' yell at city hall and write angry letters to parliament.
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There's still time for mecha
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I’m meant to be seeing films by myself every Tuesday night but I went to see While We’re Young with a date last night and he told me afterwards that I’m really good at staying completely still in the cinema, like it’s hard to sit down and not move. The film made me think that I’m already behaving like a 40-something, according to Noah Baumbach, because I caved and got an iphone and now I leave it on the fucking table while eating ramen or drinking Doom Bar or whatever else privileged-cultured-Londoner things I find myself doing on a Tuesday night when I have half a day of work to go to on Wednesday. Is it because of Reality Bites that I’ll sit and watch Ben Stiller in anything? Not that the film was bad: I enjoyed it, it was funny, I did lots of recognition-groans. It’s just that I watched Along Came Polly a couple of months ago and genuinely thought it was alright, before reading four million abysmal reviews.
Yesterday morning, as I was re-entering my flat to fetch my work pass that I had forgotten yet again, I heard a crashing noise that I knew wasn't going to be good and it wasn't, because the big full-length mirror propped up in the hallway for last-minute outfit adjustments/dancing in front of when a bit drunk that I had moved just the tiniest bit the night before had tipped over and smashed, leaving sparkly bits of glass all over the carpet. I managed to put it upright today and I enjoyed the shards of my reflection, the whole dissociative effect that has. An arm here, an abdomen there. I couldn't tell how bad my outfit was (quite bad), but mirrors could well be better that way. I’m sure when you’re single you become more obsessed with your reflection, although I think I’m happier with it now, too.
In the late-night upstairs bar off Oxford Street we drank gin and tonics until half past one and watched people fall over on the dance floor to songs like Rock the Casbah (’This reminds me of being a teenager,’ I said. I say that too often). In the film, Ben Stiller’s friend called 25, 26, 27-year-olds ‘children’.
I'm pretty glad I got over the whole drug thing and got a job and kinda moved on.
I'm tired of being old while I'm young.