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/ NOVEMBER 2007
+ NOVEMBER 22nd, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
Small Sins - Mood Swings 
*Hope you remembered your ice scraper. Toronto, ON. Photo by SC
A slushy and slippery one out there this morning. One thing that
quickly comes back to me as soon as the first wet snowflakes fly, is how
much you take shoe tread and traction for granted. It's really hard to
get your footing when walking, so your whole body tenses up to help
prevent yourself from falling. It's like putting booties on a cat's
paws, or watching Bambi take those awkward spills on the pond.
Tomorrow always hurts and you don't know why. It's all those oft-unused
stabilizing muscles in your feet and legs suddenly put to work...
There's always a distinct point at this time of year where I admittedly
get a little pumped about the first snowfall. You know you do, too!
It's nostalgic and romantic and easy to do. We think of the snow
angels, fort building, fun hats, cozy sweaters, and that distinct 'vvvit-vvvit'
snowsuit sound. In Toronto, winter is never really like that.
We rarely get covered in those big, dumb snowflakes falling down around
us. City winters are mostly just slop and slush and salt and wind.
So it's the memories of idyllic winters in the small towns we
grew up in that do it to us.
On deeper thought, perhaps it's simply jolt of sentimental adrenaline to
deal with our body's automatic denial to being so cold and wet? Ahhh,
happy thoughts, happy thoughts! That's my new theory. C'mon, no
one really likes winter. We just need that week of it to remind us how
great the summer heat really is, and how good we had it. The same people complaining about
the cold are the same ones who complain about the heat. I will
never complain about the heat. Promise.
Forest
Whittaker was in our local grocery store last night. He and I
were both
choosing an aluminum foil that met our needs when I noticed him. I
never said anything, but I Shopping Cart Stalked him for a while. He
was just walking around checking out cereals and corn chips and deli
meats. No one bothered him. Most didn't even notice. Hrrmmm, I'm
trying to remember the last time I shopped for
groceries with an
Oscar winner.
Yeah, it's been a while since that time that Nicholson and I were scamming
on the samples lady, sneaking extra bacon wrapped scallop thingies.
All work and no tasty samples makes Coop and Jack dull boys.
Much Love & Stuff;
COOP
+ NOVEMBER 15th, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
Revival Dear - Revival Dear 
*How does one go about "owning" a beach? Big Sur, CA. Photo by SC
On my way into the studio this morning, I passed by *The
Palace Arms Hotel at King & Strachan. (*It's basically a
rent-by-week flop house and bar, filled mostly with addicts, roughnecks,
the mentally ill, and down-on-their-luck peeps. I don't mean to
judge, I've just walked by thousands of times over the last 8 years and
seen more than my share of shady stuff. Actually, the mere fact that
it's still there in the wake of a massive condo real estate boom in the
area is really something.)
Anyhow, there had clearly been turmoil at TPAH the night before. A
window on the second story was broken, and all of someone's worldly
belongings were smashed and sprawled all over the sidewalk below. It
was mostly garbage and dirty old clothes; tattered books and magazines;
vinyl chairs and an old TV set. There were two police officers
standing there, sort
of kicking and shoveling the stuff into a pile.
It made me sad. Regardless of circumstance, only heartbreak can cause that kind of behaviour.
My eyes are super dry and burning today. I don't know what my
problem is. Staring at this monitor certainly doesn't help.
I'm wondering if it's possible to overdose on Visine? If so, let me
know ASAP so I can get it under control. I don't want to wind up at
The Palace Arms with a broken heart.
Much Love & Stuff;
COOP
+ NOVEMBER 2nd, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
Jolie Holland - Escondida
*my peeps. Photo by SC
This weekend, it's Daylight Savings Time and I'm sitting here
wondering what to do with the extra hour we'll be rewarded. Hrrmmmm,
should I...
1. stay out an extra hour and let 'er dangle; git down; partaaay!?
2. keep it together at night, but snooze that extra hour away in
bed!?
3. stay out 30 minutes longer, sleep 30 minutes longer?
The more I think about it, the more I realize that we're actually just
breaking even aren't we? Don't think I've forgotten about that hour
stolen from us in the summertime. So you know what? Keep your crummy, cold
November hour and give us an hour of beautiful summer back instead.
Much Love & Stuff;
COOP
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