I got a hold of the promo tracks from the new album "Viva la Vida" or "Death And All His Friends" and all I can honestly say without screaming is that its going to be EPIC. Even the album artwork is EPIC. No other way to put it. Their signature piano sound is bolstered with soaring violins and chimes and drums that create these raging walls of sound. Walls I want to run headfirst into. This album has an ethereal, church-inspired sound to it and obviously so since a lot of it was recorded in huge churches in Barcelona. Very few songs hook me in at the first listen and these few songs have got me GOOD. "Lost?" seems like the track most similar to their previous work. I've only listened to the acoustic version of it though, so I wonder if there's another version out there somewhere.I predict the title track will be their first single. Either that or Violet Hill. Actually probably Violet Hill. The video is out there already, and its FUNNY. You'll see why when you watch it. Curious juxtaposition. I dig.

Coldplay are touring Canada in the fall and come hell or high water.. I am going to be there.


Car alarms. Fire trucks. Ambulances. These are the sounds of my life. I hate them. So does Tim Robbins. FUCK YES!



Why do we judge people? Why do we judge anything? Who gave anybody the authority to deem themselves or their choices better than somebody else's? What is this pride we carry around like a trophy for our wonderful social selections? What is it about subjectivity that we don't appreciate? I think I know too many people who have this "I would never.." attitude that really gets to me. What I gather when I hear that is a lack of perspective and experience. Obviously there are things in this life that nobody should ever do. This rant isnt about those things. One thing I know for damn sure. You do not know what you would or wouldnt do unless you are IN that exact situation.

The so called 'cultured' are guilty of this more than anybody else I find. 'Cultured' could mean:
a)enlightened; refined or,
b)artificially nurtured or grown
I think I've seen more of the latter than the former. The first comes with experience and the second probably gets downloaded into your brain from the television or other similar transporters of culture. Or something like that. Speaking of television, I dont like reality TV. Yet a lot of people do. That's their call and I dont have the authority to declare it lesser than my own choice of TV shows. I think I know enough to realise that different people derive different things from their choice of media. some people watch TV to learn. Others watch it to escape or be mindlessly entertained for hours on end. Different strokes for different folks right? The last I checked different didnt mean inferior.


A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
But I guess that it comes with the territory,
An omnious landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definate possibility to me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.

Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," cause lately I'vebeen thinking of combustion
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.



I just finished my first feverish read of From The Murks Of The Sultry Abyss by Brandon Boyd. What a refreshing and wonderfully chaotic book of art and prose and dreams. To say I reveled in just about every word and every stroke of pen and ink would be a gross understatement. It just about fired my fatigued brain into a frenzy of imagery and colour. There is a simplicity and honesty in those drawings and doodles that sit in stark contrast to the complex, transcendent words of the author. They showcase brilliantly a keen, observant and artistic mind who can somehow see the wonder in everything from clouds to sidewalks.

In the short time that I've had this book in my possesion (approx. 9 hours) I've hurriedly leafed through the first few pages .... on the street.. in the subway... on the bus... in the cafeteria.. and everytime I saw something I hadnt seen before. That's how art should be.

To Heira
: This is one of the coolest gifts I have ever recieved because it's going to keep amazing me again and again and again. THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU.




I'm constantly thinking about running away. Where do I wanna run away to? What exactly am I running away from? Im supposed to know. Im supposed to know everything. I'm everybody's go-to person but my own. I have no answers/suggestions/solutions to give myself. As far back as I can remember, I have constantly thought of running away. When I was in India I wanted to run away and go to Kuwait. Then when I was back in Kuwait I wanted to run away and come to Canada. Now I'm here and I again just want to run away. This time all I know is where I dont want to go. That would be Kuwait since there isnt much to go back for. Ofcourse there is the family, but they really wont like who I've become. Im not good at pretending and they're not good at understanding.

What do I think is going to change if I leave here? Will my mind be fixed? Will I be happier? Will everything that bothers me just cease to exist? What a cowardly thing to think. How absolutely cowardly. My foundation is canyoning and im letting it progress unhindered. While constantly worrying about letting others down I didnt realise I let myself down a long time ago.

Edit: My folks are actually better at understanding than I give them credit for, but certain things are beyond discussion. I have the nasty habit of bringing those things up.