Saturday, March 9, 2013

Apple on the brain


I was craving an apple. Oh man was I ever craving an apple, and I don't know why. I was hungry, and the moment I left home I thought "damn, I should have brought something with me". I know I can't eat anything at Vista 18 -- gluten free problem. Couple hours later after watching the band I had another sudden craving for an apple, and was saddened by the fact that alas, I could not have an apple. Maybe I could go to mom's real quick and grab a snack? Maybe she's got an apple? Naaa, I'll just start walking home. Stu is walking to James Bay, so I may as well follow.

Stu takes out an apple from his pocket.

"Oh my GOD! An apple! I want an apple so badly."
"Well, you should get one! Up there! Go back up there!"
"Back where? What do you mean?"
"At the lobby, they have apples there for you to grab on your way out."

Yes, an apple basket. On the way out. Of course, I should have known.


Friday, March 8, 2013

Box of Crayons

"It's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now, you may get the 8-pack, you may get the 16-pack. But it's all in what you do with the crayons, the colors that you're given. And don't worry about drawing within the lines or coloring outside the lines. I say color outside the lines. You know what I mean? Color right off the page."

We're usually given the same platform, the same formats to choose from, but then there are millions of ways these same forms can become new and interesting forms. Take music, take painting, take dance; all deriving from the same basic steps, basic colors, basic scales, and being molded into different patterns and routines and songs, having the chance to be innovated into endless possibilities.

Endless possibilities.