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Pretty much every time I see someone, they ask what I’m doing ‘these days’. Everything is just as usual, I’m being young and handsome, with a few new things going on. I listen to a lot more music, a lot louder than before, to muffle out the frantic wedding plans being spilled out from the kitchen that torture my ears so. If my music doesn’t cut it, I go downstairs put in earplugs, turn on the stereo, the TV and the treadmill. When I still hear the neck-wrenching words through the floor, I usually leave the house, try and spend as little money as possible to balance out the hundreds of thousands that will be spent in June.
But for real, I love weddings.

I am working construction with PCL in Regina, doing labour. Breaking things, laying concrete, framing the roof, ripping out drywall, being the company bee-otch. I have learned many new things and enjoy it there. It beats school and beats having no money. But it doesn’t beat sleeping. Or eating pie.

I am starting a new soccer team. CCFC, but we are Co-ed. I’ve never played with girls before, so it should be interesting…. Come watch, games on Fridays and Saturdays. ‘Cause you’ve got nothing better to do, let’s be honest.

My first weekend as a 19 year old was one of the best I’ve had. Besides the obvious getting rowdy at all the bars and dropping numerous G’s at the casino, I basically just hung out. I got to hang out with who I needed to, when I needed to. I got to see the best band in Canada play the best set I’ve ever seen, and I loved it. I drove home Sunday night smiling and fist pumping just because I felt good. It sure was a beauty.

Other than this, like everyone, I’m working for the weekend. Waiting for the Friday. Chillin’ hard with some bros and saving up my cash for something better. I’m excited for something better.

Nineteen years have passed, and all I’ve done so far in my life is work and go to school. I need to do something about that. The only positive attribute I have had in my past years was my youth, and it is quickly slipping away from me. Soon all my positives will be no longer, and you will only see my negatives. Which are still quite admirable traits, if we are going to be frank about it.

Eighteen years old was a good year. I got lots done. I went to university, India, Yellowknife, Vancouver, worked a few jobs. It was busy.

Nineteen will hopefully give me this: India again, more work (bummer), university again, a wife, casino winnings, a beard, a pony tail, a bicep. Those are my goals for my twentieth year of life. We’ll see how it goes.

What better birthday present could there have been? Carey Price. That’s all I can say.

I have likely read more this year than I ever have in my life, which is, I’m guessing over ten books in one year. Sure that is less than the average illiterate eight-year-old, but for this guy, it was good. Titles in italics. Authors in parenthesis. Here goes.

Books that weren’t as good as everyone said they were: Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom). The Case for Christ (Lee Strobel).

Books that were a good read: Breaking Back (James Blake). Atheist Universe (David Mills). I forget the title and author, but it was an autobiography of a dude from Manipur, India.

Books that I didn’t have to read to know they sucked: Harry Potter (some drugged up British hippy). Anything on Oprah’s Book Club (chummmmmp)

Book of the Year: Gandhi: An Autobiography, The Story of My Experiments with Truth. (Mohandas Gandhi) I have yet to finish this book. I am actually less than 100 pages in, but so far it is great. I have never been so excited about a book before. So excited, in fact, that I bought it. The guy is smart. Likely the smartest guy in the past… ever. His words are so filled with wisdom, that each chapter, which are usually only two or three pages long, gives me something that I get to think about for the rest of the day. I really recommend it.

Book of Next Year?: I’m working on it. I’m about thirty pages in. It’s hard.

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.