Author: Nic Olson

I got a job. I’m a bonafide construction worker. I don’t know what bonafide means, but it sounds great. First day I ripped up carpet, cut off baseboards, salvaged some windows and of course, cut my finger. Numerous times the dude I was working with told me I was doing good for my first day. If there were gold stars in the construction community, I’d already have several. I’m hoping my jobs remain indoors for a while. Like six more months until spring hits, if not, I need some new long-johns.
What is so long about John? Maybe it’s a working stiffy…

I get paid on October 5. So, until then, work sucks.

The internet has a lot of information on lots of crap. For me, it is hard to read something and distinguish if it is true or if it is a made up bunch of crap. A friend of mine has decided to move to India for five months or so. He showed me a website that suggests Jesus’ body lays in a tomb in Shrinagar, Kashmir, India. Others believe that Jesus did spend time in India, but did so in that eighteen year gap before he started his ministry, to hone his meditation skills and so on. This website shows links between the Lost Tribes of Israel and the tribes in and around India, and talks about how Jesus may not have died on the cross, and moved to India afterwards to live and spread his word further to the Lost Tribes…

I’m a subscriber to George Stroumboulopoulos’ podcast, and I’m glad I am. This guy has loads of interesting guests, and can actually interview someone, unlike the amazing Oprah, who always turns it into a special about herself. Anyway, one of the interviews he did was with a man named Simcha Jacobovici, who was involved in a documentary called, The Lost Tomb of Jesus, with James Cameron (Titanic, Terminator). You may have heard about this documentary, and if you haven’t, you’ve probably heard about Terminator. This group of people suggest the idea that Jesus did die, and did resurrect from the dead and live among the people for a while. It also suggests the possibility of Jesus having a child. It claims to have found the bones of Jesus, as well as Joseph, Mary, James, and the son of Jesus, Judas. It poses the idea that Jesus died and then was resurrected and only ascended to heaven in a spiritual way, so the possibility of finding Jesus’ bones in a second tomb is not refuting what the Gospels say.

Oh man. Check out the websites, because my description probably tore apart what was actually presented. These are probably the most interesting things I’ve ever read in my life. And I don’t even know what to think of them.

Somehow we have rolled up to September 11. The only thing significant that I can think of from history on this day is Daniel Thue’s birth. Very significant.

Sometimes I like to read. Lately I have been reading quite a bit. A group of friends in Regina started up the Punk Rock Library, where a few guys carry big totes around to concerts and lend out books to better inform those who go to shows. A few weeks ago I picked up Atheist Universe written by David Mills. Yeah, that’s the guy. Looks like Weird Al. Nice moustache. It is a super interesting book of why this guy thinks Christianity is bunk. He ‘Makes the Case against Intelligent Design’ and talks about how Christianity and Science cannot go together, not even a little bit. I read The Case for Christ by Lee Strobel, and I think it would be rather unfair, uninformed and ignorant of me to only read only one side of the argument, so I picked this one up. I haven’t read a book that has made me think this much in a while. It feels nice. The last chapter I read is making me question what I’ve been taught about the concept of Hell. So, if you want to have a good talk about this kinda shizzit, just let me know. I’m not a master debater or anything, but I’m down for a good conversation.
Pick up the book. Get smarter.

I also bought a five-hundred page book today, first time ever. I’ll tell you about that one later.

Now that is an advertisment. A bank in India. They know how to get me to bank with the UTI Bank.

If you happen to see Jerms or Laura today, be sure to wish them happy birthdays. I can’t think of a worse birthday present than your first child. Brutal.

Also, if you have a few hours, go check out Tyler Butel’s Photo Site. There are a few hundy photos from his trip to Uganda, and they are looking pretty stellar. Solid dude.

I’m off today. Going to Hongcouver for ten days or so. Chillin’, taking a vacation. Should be fun. If you want any Van City memorabilia, let me know. I’m all over it.
See you in september.

I got bored a few times in India. And imaginative. And Scott is a bad influence. There are more videos of some India stuff here. Tennis in Mizoram. A construction site. Stuff like that. Check it out.

I am also about one eighty-seventh finished my book. I have like four pages written, and it has compiled up to about one hundred hours of work. It hurts. But I’ve already got an editor and a publisher, so we’re flying.

I want to write a book. I don’t know why, but the past two days all I’ve been thinking about is writing a book. Every jackass and their dog have books these days. Paris Hilton. R.L. Stein. J.K. Rowling. Tom Clancy. All losers with books that sell. Why can’t I be the next loser. I don’t even have to sell the book, or even have people read it. My life is interesting enough…? I’m witty as anyone else…? My metaphors are a refreshing summer dip in the outdoor pool…?

Has it come to this? Have I seriously this little direction that now I want to write a book?

Don’t get me wrong though, I don’t want to become a writer or anything. No no. But with all this free time, what would one fiction, about a wizard that goes to wizard school, hurt? I think I’d call it, British Crap: Go Read a Real Book. Ohhhh.

But for real, I’m going to write a book.

Means, Misery Signals, Shai Hulud. If you know what I’m talking about, then high fives. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then I might shake your hand sometime in the future. Maybe.

Off tomorrow, to a roadtrip for the ages. Nic, and three girls. Roadtrips are always good, but it takes a really special destination to get me to go on a roadtrip with three ladies. I guess in this case, the destination has nothing to do with it. Saskatoon and Winnipeg? Those might be the two worst cities in Canada. It must be the 3 specific hours at the end of each drive.

August has shown the true meaning of ‘chill’ to me. I’ve played lots of Donkey Kong Country, watched lots of The O.C. on dvd, cleaned my room a few times and have generally been taking it easy. The reason my August has been as such is because of the next two days. Tim and I figured out that the concerts that rule my month of August have really cost me about two grand, what with me leaving my job in YK early to come home for rock ‘n’ roll. But guaranteed, it is worth it. I’d give my left nut for these days. Not the right one though…. Only the left.

You know that rare feeling you get when your stomach is dancing on the outer lining of your soul, and it trickles all the way up your ribcage, into your Adam’s Apple and into a smile the size of Montana? I’m going to get that feeling twice in two days. Jealous? You should be. You should be punching-the-hardwood-floor-and-screaming-clever-curse-words jealous.

Get into it!

3. Roddick in the Quarters
2. Nadal in the Semis
1. Federer in the Finals

This is the new age.

Post Match Edit: This is indeed the new age. Federer is slowly on his way out. Djokovic is on his way in. Nadal has always been gay.
I still have a soft spot for Federer, and seeing him lose makes me feel like the apocalypse is nigh. A new tennis era is upon us.

Regina is a great place. Not great in the sense of size, or great in the sense of population. It is however great in the of amount of crime and great in the amount of Chlamydia. It is also great in the way of making me feel at home every time I re-enter its presence after an extended period of time.

Last Wednesday I was in Saskatoon, and I was in a predicament. I had some VIB’s (very important bros) and a VIRARC (very important rock and roll concert) that I needed to get to on Thursday night, in Regina. This was a problem because I had no ride. Solutions? The bus. Too expensive (I’m oh-so cheap). A car. I didn’t have one. Horseback. I already walk like a dink. Hitchhike. Sounds like a plan.

I’ll admit, I did more hitching than I did hiking. My hitching lasted about 58 minutes and my hiking about two minutes, and soon after I was picked up by Dwayne outta T.O. He drove a big Peterbilt, had a bunch of tattoos, ate dry ribs for breakfast, smoked the J, and had a nameless dachshund in the back. Nice guy.

I made it home with hours to spare, to sit in my newly renovated home and chill for a few. Hangouts with the VIB’s were had. Rockin’ at the VIRARC was done. My summer is complete.

Just goes to show you, if you want to be somewhere bad enough, you’ll get there. No more excuses Nic. Let’s go meet Sharapova.