Tonight, tonight, tonight.

Started at 12:01am this morning and, after a brief pause for sleep, ravaged onwards like a tsunami towards shore.

Is it terrible to use that as a reference? Would it be terrible if I referenced the war in Iraq. Both share the distinction of over 100,000 dead. What a world, eh?

Yet tonight I went out, after drinking a bottle of fine wine, to a show where four young men with instruments were dressed, unintentionally, as the beatles. The music was good, but then it has been for the last fifty years. Surely there's something new to be had.

Then a rare conjunction of the four houses of 403. everyone in the same room for once, which was fun. We broke in the beaker, and the dirt was good, good dirt.

Yes, I'm being cryptic.for a reason.

After that, I headed over to the Velvet Underground for an hour or two of dancing. I love dancing more than anything I can think of.

Now it's sleep time, my body is protesting this abuse.

-Trevor

Well, I've done it now--the comments is working. Maybe.

They take a while to appear on the site, but that's all blogger's fault. But I love blogger, really.

Okay enough about that! You! Go! Comment!

-Trevor

There's an energy about this year that makes it feel like a preparatory period. I feel like my tetris screen is filled except for one column at the left, and next year is like four of those long skinny ones in a row.

I would have used a Puyo Puyo reference there, but I think it might have been too obscure. Well, history being what it is we're stuck with the tetris analogy for better or worse.

Tectonic shifts have been subtly reshaping the terrain, and one inch at a time I've found myself on an entirely different continent. The good news is it's tropical and I've got some beautiful beaches down here.

2005 is exploding. Get fucking ready!

-Trevor

I'm in the middle of adding comments to the site--very exciting. But at the moment they won't display properly!

If you want to, you can still leave comments! They'll be safe until I get this thing fixed at which point they will be posted for all to see!

-Trevor

Everybody Knows

(Right click and choose "Save Target As..." to download.)

I'm recovering more than I expected to. Recovering in the sense of reclaiming, that is.

I was surprisingly un-hungover this morning after the excesses of alcohol (among other things) I imbibed the night previous. What a party it was, what a party indeed.

I wrote a song today, first one with my new acoustic. Songs are either good signs or bad signs, and this is one of the former. I should have written this one sooner I think.

But time gets stretched out and runs slower than it's supposed to sometimes. And maybe it's not so bad to have a bit more distance between us and where we're headed. Because where we are is where we're headed, and it's all here right now anyway.

I feel like I'm in suspended animation, and all the activites of life are happening as they should, just in super-slow motion. It's like I'm floating, half-way through a cartwheel with just one hand holding me up, or down depending on which way gravity is working on that day.

I'm hiding things in metaphor, because it's easier to fill this sort of thing in around the edges first. Think of Fugu. A tiny poisonous liver surrounded by a delicacy. Work too quickly and you lose it all.

But everything is great, and with time and some careful work it'll be tasty sashimi all around. In the mean time, we've got some delicious domburi and ton katsu to get through, so eat up.

I Heart Someone!

-Trevor

No really, it couldn't.

Things seemed a bit of a trainwreck earlier this evening. But all signals are green, and no oncoming locomotive is in sight. Maybe that light at the end is a light after all.

Confusing things ended up being not so confusing, which is great. And the person who I'm talking about knows what I'm talking about and the rest of you are all oblivious. That's okay, it's working out for us, so don't you mind.

I can't say thank you enough to all the people who helped make tonight what it was. And that's all of you who came. I have never had a better birthday, although I hope to top it next year.

I couldn't see everyone nearly as much as I would have liked, it's a problem. Being the birthday boy is not my favorite thing--people wish you well and you have nothing to say but thank you.

All night I lamented the fact that Merry Christmas, and happy New Year are both reciprocal. Both parties are equal, but on a birthday your job is to recieve which I find a bit difficult.

Okay everyone, I should sleep now. Because it is tomorrow after all. But you all did me a great pleasure by coming, and you made my year that little extra bit awesome!

You are great.

-Trevor

P.S. You (specifically, you-know-who-you-are) are great. And I am happy.

I coined some new words at work today, I was probably inspired by the article on Tom Wolfe in this week's Eye magazine.

1. Vogapulary - All the weird words/phrases people use at the gap and nowhere else on earth. Things like "the push test," "running fits," and "rep."

2. Ageononymous - The weird way that meeting people out of context at work completely erases any evidence of how old they are. I work with sixteen year olds who I thought were twenty and vice-versa.

I had another one, but I think the lingering effects of my week-long party have erased it permanently. Ah well, there's lots more words out there to be coined.

I like the word coined.

-Trevor

I remember walking home that that seemed like an apropriate title for this. But in the time between then and now I've forgotten why it seemed so appropriate.

Tonight was terrific--the bordello, the lab, the dance cave.

Okay, the dance cave was lame, but it was awesome in spite of that.

On the way home I stopped into New Ho King. BBQ Pork on Rice is the food of the gods. Argue if you dare.

Speaking of food, I'm getting an early wakeup for breakfast. Time for sleep!

-Trevor

Tonight was a mixture of letting go and holding on. Letting go of things I thought I wanted and holding on to the railing as I made my way drunkenly down the stairs.

Now here I am stuggling to touch type. I'm finally engaing my ring fingers in the process. Wouldn't Mavis Beacon be proud?

Not sure if that last sentence should have ended in an exclamation mark instead, but who asks the reader about punctuation? This is a serious breach of literary etiquette. My apologies.

Before Karaoke--which is where I imbibed the fiendish alcohol--we were watching a Troma film ("Terror Firmer") which I thoroghly enjoyed, They manage to slip a lot of sly commentary about the film business (and media in general) in between the beheadings and the elevator manglings.

Okay, the rememberance of gory movies and the abundance of beer in my stomach are not compatible things! So, I will change topic at this moment... [now!]

I am smitten, and I'm not afriad to say it on the internet. Now the whole world knows. Well, at least ten people a day do, according to my stats.

I don't know what else to do, so I guess I'll go dream a bit.

Something to a certain someone, and good night to the rest of you,

-Trevor

I remember the 1000th visitor to the site--it was me! That was a stroke of sheer luck.

Yet somehow since then, more than a thousand of you have dropped by to check out the latest awesome and/or jumbo-ness.

Here's a cheer for visitors #1,001 - #2,256! You are all shiny and wonderful, and I look forward to the next 1,255 visits! Stay a while, pull up an ottoman and have some complimentary tea and/or coffee.

Have you read the archives back when Evan used to post here? How about the stuff from when I got really whacked out from about January to March of this year?

You should think about it, 'cause there's a whole lotts awesomejumbo you ain't seen yet! And if you haven't looked at Blue Apron Blues (under This Is Awesome at the right of the page) you should! I got fired for that damned blog, so people better well read it!

Okay, I didn't sleep much and I havea logic exam to write so I'm going to go. Thank sweet baby jesus for caffeine.

Your host with the most posts,

-Trevor

P.S. The visits from ibm.com are my favorite ones.

Yeah a run on sentence is a good way to title this post.

I'm supposed to be writing, just not here. Two pages of psychology are begging for my attention. Nothing serious just a quick summary of an article.

The complication: Cameron's Auburn Ale.

Tonight was a strange night--a reunion with old friends, and older me. Well, a younger me. Funny how history runs in both directions at once like that.

I miss my old friends, but not the old me. Tonight I went back to a place where I didn't know myself. And that's not a fun place. Outside of that, though, were these people. Faces that bring to heart so many memories of times beyond what I can imagine remembering. Happiness I can't imagine ever belonged to me.

But it did.

Riding home on the streetcar was strange. Heading southbound on Bathurst is a complete reversal of where I had been for years. This summer changed everything. A new direction, a new house, a new track. And blue skies in front of instead of behind me for once.

There are things in this life that I just can't explain, and my life is one of them. Sure, of course, I mean that in a stoner kind of "what's it mean to think" kind of way, but at the same time, in an intimate personal sense I really couldn't explain how I've gotten where I have. It's hard to even communicate exactly what has happened.

There are things nobody knows, there are things even I don't know. And I guess my job is to make a list of those things, and turn the nobody into somebody.

Yet through these nostalgic reminiscince breaks a bright ray of golden light. And she is brilliant and beautiful, as she is.

Okay, as brilliant and beautiful as she is, she will also shake her head and tut-tut if I don't write this paper. And that's as good as a 2x4 across the cheek, so I'd better get to it.

Hey Cutie! I'm summarizing for you! Don't disappear, I'm about ready for something steady!

-Trevor

P.S. (this is just for chriss--sorry everyone else) *smooch*

There's a million things to post tonight. I'm a bit drunk so I might only get through a few of them. There also might be spelling mistakes. Ordinarily I spell check such things, but tonight reality rules.

First thing: figure skating on a date is the most wonderful thing ever. Okay, so if this is a secret, I'm sorry, but I'm really really really happy right now, and person who this is about you know who you are. Although, maybe you don't read this. Well, then still, very happy.

Okay, second thing... when did fifteen year old girls at McDonalds start talking openly about blow jobs? Does this not seem strange to anyone else? I mean, I was a cool kid at 15 (lie) but I was *not* giving nor recieving blow jobs. Maybe I was just hanging around the wrong girls. Still, I point to this and say "See how our society unravels at the seams. See how far we have fallen."

Third thing: still a little bit happy about thing one. Chriss, you are very hot-cute. Not baby-cute, don't worry.

Fourth thing: didn't really have a thing. I'm still in a writing mood, though. From now on, I'm abandoning the whole numeric order...

I've booked a DJ for the birthday party. It's costing an arm and a leg, but it'll be fucking worth it. This year I am having a party like no other. Goddamn if I don't have the best damned birthday of the year...

Not much else is really new--got surprise drunk with the roomies. Ended up smashing some (read three cases worth) beer bottles against the wall of the building next to us.

There's no feeling of freedom like that a second after the bottle leaves your hand. For a few moments you watch it soar, tumbling end-over-end and you understand life in it's entirety. And then it smashes against the wall.

well, maybe it's only after it smashes that you understand the beauty of its arc. Maybe that's my point.

I don't know what love is anymore, but I think that's why I'm about ready for it.

I have mroe to post, but I'm not so drunk that I don't recognize this post has no structure. I won't force you to decipher my thoughts--I have a hard enough time myself.

This post is dedicated to Willard. You were a drunk, but a lovable one. I wish you all the best in the afterlife of stuffed hippos. I may charge a dollar to beat your corpse with a bat. We'll see what happens.

-Trevor

P.S. Charissa? Did I spell that right? Either way, I think you are wonderful. That's all.

-Trevor

It's my BIRTHDAY soon! Very soon! INCREDIBLY SOON!



To Celebrate, I'm throwing a PARTY of CATASTROPHIC

proportions. Yes, CATASTOPHIC! Yes, PARTY!



PREPARE to have the very FOUNDATIONS of your being

SHAKEN by THUNDEROUS MIRTH! BEWARE falling

pretentions and SLIPPERY slopes! BRACE YOURSELF for

a sudden attack of the AWESOMES with SEVERE

AMAZINGS!!!



It's all GOING DOWN on December EIGHTEENTH at 403

ADELAIDE ST. W. and it's starting at half past LATE! 



It's going to be a BUCKET of WICKED mixed into a

BATHTUB full of RADICAL with SPATULAS made of

BODACIOUS! 



BOOZE! MAYHEM! LOUD MUSIC! CUTE FRIENDS OF FRIENDS

TO HIT ON! BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!



Here're the details in point form for those who 

LIKE it HARD and FAST:





OL' TREVOR'S DEFINTITELY NOT AN ORGY 24TH BIRTHDAY BASH 



	SAT DEC. 18TH

	403 ADELAIDE ST.W

	From Late to Later



	BYOB, Bring Friends!

	(And your presence is all

	  the presents I need!)



	416-859-0921 for More Details

	(or trevor@awesomejumbo.com)



Please RSVP if you're bringing a huge number of people! 



You'd better show up! You'll be sorry if you

don't! We might not notice, though, because

we'll be too busy BEING AWESOME! You should be

AWESOME too! Everyone loves AWESOME!



WITH ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD,

FROM THE BIRTHDAY BOY TO BE,



-Trevor "I'm gonna be 24 any day now" Coleman



P.S. I don't know where all these rumours got

started, but there is absolutely no orgy planned

for the party. Besides, I mean, if anything like

that was going to happen it would, you know,

happen all spontanteous and natural-like. But that's

irrelevant because, like I said, no orgy has been

planned. So don't expect one, okay?