My feelings of late: summed up in U2’s newest album that is getting lots of play in my head.

Other notables: Love And Peace Or Else, Yahweh

Sometimes You Can’t Make it on Your Own
U2

Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff
You’re telling me and anyone
You’re hard enough

You don’t have to put up a fight
You don’t have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I…that’s alright
We’re the same soul
I don’t need…I don’t need to hear you say
That if we weren’t so alike
You’d like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

I know that we don’t talk
I’m sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you’re the reason I sing
You’re the reason why the opera is in me…

Where are we now?
I’ve got to let you know
A house still doesn’t make a home
Don’t leave me here alone…

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
Sometimes you can’t make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

Here’s a great post to something dear and near to my heart:

Ode to the Breast Pocket

There are but a select few shirts in my wardrobe that sport them, but the ones that do are quickly becoming favorites. For I am here today, in the year 2004, to salute the single most groundbreaking development in garment history � the breast pocket.

Read more at SimpleBits…

I’m finally back at this. I’m still under the impression that there is nothing worthwhile enough to write about. I feel bad for leaving the drain plugged. But I’m not entirely sure if I feel bad for not writing anything here, or if I feel bad for having nothing to write in the first place.

Either way, the summer is over, and my long commutes to work are only one more day. Waking up at 7:30am will no longer make me feel guilty, now that I can walk to where I need to be.

That was close. Or at least it should have been. Most young people don’t care about elections. It doesn’t seem to matter. But it does matter:

• education: my tuition has almost doubled in 4 years.
• health care: what happens when I mash my body racing?
• transportation: I missed the bus… there IS no bus.
• foreign policy: what’s the “right” way to fight terror?

Looking at our neighbour Dubya, I’m glad Canada didn’t go the Steven Harper way. Besides, it looks like his hair might all of a sudden undo itself and kill someone.

Three cheers for the Liberal party; three cheers for the left; and a big cheer for minority government!

I hate this love-hate, stop’n'go relationship that I have with the brain drain. On one hand I admire those who can seemingly effortlessly churn out daily grey matter updates. But at the same time I have a inner pity (and a side order of scorn) for those same people for whom it seems that blogging is their primary mode of relating to others.

I am now calling a hiatus to my blogging hiatus. I normally like to blog only when important things are happening in my life. So it would seem that the past 6 weeks since my return to Canada have not been “important”. Or maybe it’s just a matter of perspective - or Perspectives.