tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61860932012-02-08T23:10:44.231-08:00The Thaw Before The SpringFrom January to September, the light lasts a little longer each day.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.comBlogger8021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-2017897096204543262012-02-08T23:09:00.000-08:002012-02-08T23:10:44.242-08:00The Blood Of The Words
I can't wait to sleep tonight. I'm excited to pull up the covers and let the sheets pull me into a warm womb of dreams.
It really is draining to let the words loose - to let them explode from the corners of your freed mind and spout in a fount of revolutionary truth. They rattle around and careen off the sides of my cortex, like a pinball off of a rubber bumper.
The Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-14213435428094454362012-02-07T21:52:00.000-08:002012-02-07T21:52:43.099-08:00The Godliness of Guttural Laughs
Get out your favourite comedy - maybe even the one that you hide from your kids.
Watch it.
Laugh.
Repeat.
When we lose sight of everything childlike - everything that sparks that sense of wonder and rejeuvenation and joy within us - well, then we've lost it all. The goofy sensation that overcomes us when we really laugh, and lose the sense of worry that Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-71122718253661234142012-02-06T21:53:00.000-08:002012-02-06T21:58:20.365-08:00The Best Of The Beast
We forge our way through this disgusting land of compromise and the stink of failure looms large.
The moonlight saves our pity and spits it out in a cool, February night light. The landscape of our dreams and our youthful desires dies against the furry flesh of all that we've become.
I think that I've finally figured out how to end The Matt Show.
I think I have the Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-18101119801506775862012-01-29T20:23:00.000-08:002012-01-29T20:23:50.524-08:00We Eek Our Way Through
Write the lead. Write your guts out. Eat hearts and take no emotional prisoners because you are here. You have made your way and you are almost out of the tough slog.
We all make mistakes and look for ways to stay alive. We constantly undercut the impression that we are actually making a mark - a carbon footprint on the planet of our creativity.
Light explodes into a Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-89032077550897338412012-01-25T08:44:00.000-08:002012-01-25T08:44:31.360-08:00Lightening
This morning, I walked to school with a lighter head. The clouds seemed to break open, if only for a moment, and get torn apart by a sun fighting to reach me. The lightness of the barely frigid air comforted me as I didn't even need to wear gloves for the first time all winter.
I've been in a bit of a spiritual funk lately, but it seems as if I'm emerging from the smoke.
I've Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-58115609799701591302012-01-22T22:27:00.000-08:002012-01-22T22:32:03.607-08:00The Desperate Souls and the Lucky Ones
All around me, I see them. They're coming. They're approaching. They lurk on the horizon, just barely out of the crest of your view but still within the whiff of a strong breeze.
They are the walking dead.
I'm not talking about the HBO series - I'm talking about the people who have given up on this life and who are basically dead in Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-61628279699305202322012-01-15T20:31:00.000-08:002012-01-15T20:31:44.857-08:00Wanting To Feel
I really miss my grandma. I feel that without her in my life, I'm missing a lot of spiritual navigation these days. She was the one who grounded everything. She was the one who brought my father into being who later made me.
She was the one who made me feel everything.
This life is an emotionally and spiritually bankrupt one, at times. I just finished watching the golden Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-63264818739534135872011-12-17T08:50:00.000-08:002011-12-17T08:50:25.894-08:00The Computer Of Deep Thought
I've got a lot of thinking to do, these days. Scenarios and situations seem to be happening so quick - too quick - and beyond my control. I play a part. I fill a role. I shift my shape. I chameleonize.
But I can't continue on in that way.
I know that there is life to be lived - and good life, at that - just beyond the horizon. But I also know that there will be Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-17828489525899697532011-12-13T00:25:00.000-08:002011-12-13T00:25:48.093-08:00Rob Lowe and the Lost Boys
I've been listening to Rob Lowe's life story lately and I have to say that it's pretty damned interesting. I mean, this guy grew up in Malibu in the same neigbourhood as Charlie Sheen and Emilio Estevez while their dad Martin jumped out of bushes, on Halloween night, with a baseball bat and scared kids.
His first real cinematic break came in the movie 'The Outsiders' Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-57444240774752381252011-12-04T21:08:00.000-08:002011-12-04T21:18:00.298-08:00Everything And Nothing
How can we be the ones we were perceived to be? It doesn't seem real. It's all angelic and posthumous in the way it floats, air-like in its breath.
I remember my Grandma. She was a beautiful lady with a massive heart. I have picked up some habits since I last saw her and I wonder at times what she thinks of me from the great beyond. I can smell the pie from the window Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-58603654582606948922011-11-06T19:57:00.000-08:002011-11-06T20:03:26.017-08:00Otter Lake Sound
A lot has happened in the past few days and weeks, and it has all happened in such a rash, riotous way that it's difficult for me take stock.
A few weeks back, I was in Port Hope for Thanksgiving. After the massive monday meal at casa de Harvey, Sarah and I pulled up to a stoplight at the intersection of Cty Rd 9 and Hwy 28. This is an infamous Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-45465994543259054962011-10-13T22:03:00.000-07:002011-10-13T22:03:19.475-07:00The Tracks
Tonight, I'm inspired. Tonight, I realize what friendship means. Tonight, I
understand 30 some years of being misunderstood, misread and misplayed.
I had the chance to walk amongst the ruins of my old childhood traintracks
tonight. The moon had set. Dusk had moved into the neighbourhood. The
wind whistled on its own course. Me and my old pal Steve ascended the
hill that we had Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-59366249206803669642011-10-03T19:46:00.000-07:002011-10-03T19:46:23.466-07:00Night Walker
Going to school has jump-started some old feelings that have been long
hidden inside of me. For one, I've been walking a lot at night. It seems
that in the last few years, walking at night only ever happened out of
coincidence (i.e. no ride home from the bar, not enough money for a bus
or a cab, running outside to pee, etc.) - Now, I do it out of necessity.
A lot of my classes Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-53673076336126292702011-09-29T21:56:00.000-07:002011-09-29T21:58:02.730-07:00The Bag Is In The River
I love my life right now. It is fast paced and cut throat. It is based on
writing and knowing what to write.
If there is one thing that I must do at all times, without any sliver of
uncertainty, it is write. My fingers are exploding on the keyboard. They
are word bombs. Boom.
I carry a thunder stick. It is called a typewriter.
Months ago, I said I would go another 365 Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-77712221501264761712011-09-12T20:41:00.000-07:002011-09-12T20:41:06.648-07:00Blogless
I feel a bit awash in the sea of this blog because I can't be bothered to keep it up.
Life has begun to affix itself to a crazy surface - and crazy is all I know.
I am a full time student, now - at Algonquin College. I am doing something that
I've needed to do for a while. I am getting certified in Journalism. I am amazed
at the pace of College life. University was slow stroll that Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-67522189361239012732011-08-11T08:33:00.000-07:002011-08-11T10:31:45.482-07:00Horizons
I'm sitting at the Cobourg beach alone with my thoughts. The waves are rustling lightly against a dirty shore. The beach sand is littered with cigarette butts as smells of fish detritus linger in the lake Ontario breeze. People are playing volleyball. Cheers, laughs and hollow ball smack sounds are alight.
Earlier today, I played some golf with a friend. The Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-89600772400435298092011-07-30T20:48:00.000-07:002011-07-30T20:48:05.420-07:00So Go The Days Of Our Lives
This summer is a minefield of activity, and in the same breath, it
is a slow ghost. The weeks have been passing by and I've been too
dang pre-occupied to get on this here blog. I feel like I'm just putting
in time when I write on here.
Fuck it.
These past few weeks and days have been chundering. Sputtering.
Stalled but moving. Is that possible? I played 2 songs at Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-4835549868842779932011-07-22T13:48:00.000-07:002011-07-22T13:48:32.151-07:00Introspection
Sometimes, we need to get sick. We need to lay low and take stock
of everything around us and survey our fears. I have a huge need to
be liked by other people and a lot of the time, it drives what I do. I
weigh a lot of decisions through the filter of what I think someone else's
thoughts might be.
I've also always had trouble with money. I've never really been Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-5991295902154520432011-07-15T17:28:00.000-07:002011-07-15T17:29:08.477-07:00I Feel Like A Tourist In My Own City
Lately, I've been getting this premonition that I don't belong. I don't fit.
Sometimes in life, the waves flow by and you catch one, hold on for
dear life and make it back to the harbour. Other times, the waves pass
you in succession letting you know that it's not your time to stay.
I need to go. I need to leave. I've never felt more certain about Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-37115506059861708832011-07-11T06:01:00.001-07:002011-07-15T17:38:58.648-07:00Easy Flow
It all flows by so quickly, this season that we call summer. We aim to
do new things and make lists and clean - but it never gets done. We
are slaves to the clock and the clock wins every time.
I spent some time in Kingston recently with some good friends. In
this life, we are constantly re-arranging our values and losing grip on
all that we once held dear. I used to love hanging outMatt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-49821342812774113642011-07-10T05:57:00.000-07:002011-07-10T05:57:09.487-07:00Sports Guy
Through some emails between my brother and my cousins, I have
been dubbed as 'sports guy' due to the number of weekly activities
that I have going on that revolve around the playing of sport. On
Sundays, I play a grueling session of Ultimate Frisbee that requires
you to run for almost an hour and a half straight (2 40 minute halves).
On Mondays, I play on a lob ball softball team. On Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-5659233780551782352011-07-06T17:32:00.000-07:002011-07-15T17:34:17.708-07:00Eating Zeus
All that we've been taught is not.
The leaders are feeders.
The powers wash out in showers.
The gods morph back into pods.
Make your own wake.
Sow your own row.
Be free.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-22797302853995031042011-07-05T18:05:00.000-07:002011-07-05T18:05:35.919-07:00In The Still Of A Summery Eve
As you can see from my sullen surroundings, all is calm here at
TCS for the moment. It's strange living on the campus of a private
school in the summertime - when there is no school or students to
be found. It becomes a bit of a pastoral landscape. I need to get
out and experience it more.
I haven't thought, for many summers now, that it has Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-21376289631771694122011-07-04T17:29:00.000-07:002011-07-15T17:31:52.432-07:00Catching Up With Father Time
Hey there, Time. It's me. Matt.
So I've never really understood how you work. How is it that
you regulate everything and direct everything but no one really
knows how you came to be?
You were just always there.
I don't get it.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-72993882037332510922011-07-03T10:11:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:11:53.804-07:00One More Spin Around The Sun
Despite the hardships and the problems, when someone's birthday comes
around, it's time to throw bygones to the curbs and celebrate another
year of kickin' around this ball of dirt.
Sarah's birthday is today and it started with some blueberry pancakes,
a super-cheese-rific Shania Twain singing card and some tennis.
Later today, a bonfire will be had and friends willMatt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-47625232996655512672011-07-02T10:11:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:16:02.734-07:00Driving The Bus
Jerome Bettis. The bus. He will always be a Ram in my mind.
I used to go to school with this guy named Russ. Russ played a lot
of Command and Conquer (Red Alert - the only version) and hung
out with people when he wanted but also shut himself in quite a bit -
but whatever the case, he seemed content.
People used to call him 'the bus' and he used to always say 'When
you have Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-34334231956559744362011-07-01T10:16:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:18:14.110-07:00Happy Crapada Day!
Hey! You!
Celebrate your country, you bastard. If you don't, I won't like you.
Get really drunk by noon and pass out in a large crowd.
Lather up in tanning oil and toxic facepaint.
Let's get stupid for our country!
Will and Kate are coming!
Be there!Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-43662220153558162672011-06-30T12:50:00.000-07:002011-06-30T12:50:36.688-07:00Turn Of The Summer
Sometimes, life throws you curveballs. You step into the box, you
eye up the pitch, you take a hard cut but you can't connect because
the bottom of the pitch dropped out like 12th grade shop.
Everyone has their own crosses to bear and their own pain to get
through. The beauty of community is being to able to support,
encourage and admonish one another in the midst of that. I Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-20475396882764187622011-06-29T12:51:00.000-07:002011-06-30T13:06:47.418-07:00Thanks For The Memories
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-23227882364362997182011-06-28T18:11:00.000-07:002011-07-05T18:15:08.036-07:00Half A Year In
Ya know, I'm halfway through another year of this blogging 365
deal and I must say that writing really takes its own shape as it
progresses. If you asked me a month ago about blogging, I'd say
'it's for shit' or "I'm sick of it' but now, as things have progressed,
I'd say it's a lot like journaling (only much more random and a lot
more metaphorical and Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-63860526588813786402011-06-27T18:09:00.000-07:002011-07-05T18:11:15.608-07:00Take A Block From The Bottom
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-62997895957524264872011-06-26T09:41:00.000-07:002011-06-28T09:47:43.544-07:00Summer Daze
I named my acoustic guitar Caroline a long time ago. The
name came from the fact that Caroline Records was the record
label that released 'Gish' - the first Smashing Pumpkins album
ever.
I've grown a deep affection for Caroline over the years - and
I rarely call her by name. I usually just grab her and start
strumming, picking or smashin'. She's been with meMatt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-13474621578654629602011-06-25T09:38:00.000-07:002011-06-28T09:40:40.161-07:00I Want To Set My Heart On The Rail
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-75806885751547353052011-06-24T09:01:00.000-07:002011-06-28T09:41:00.007-07:00Waiting For Slow Songs
This is a picture I took last summer at a rented cottage in Calabogie.
The clouds were picture perfect. The sun was just peeking out.
The water was glass.
This past week has been a doozy but oddly enough, I think I'm
getting back on my feet again. The cover show was pretty brilliant
although a few awkward faculty speeches wrecked the vibe for
the Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-58093997306054087682011-06-23T07:56:00.000-07:002011-06-23T07:56:46.555-07:00The Art Of The Cover Band
There is something kinda refreshing and joyous about playing other people's
music - it's not your own and you can have fun with it. In an interview I
did with Jim Bryson last year, he talked about the difference between
being a frontman and playing your own music and being a support player
while playing someone else's music. I think I'm starting to see the
importance ofMatt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-66245678478632646832011-06-22T08:03:00.000-07:002011-06-23T09:29:04.824-07:00Sometimes You Have To Get Wet
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-32079246402535933552011-06-21T08:00:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:03:16.029-07:00Reviews A Comin'
Recently, I'm getting back into writing for my music mag (which you can find
here) and I had the chance to interview David Bazan (pictured above).
Please go read it and get ready for a slew of reviews coming your way. Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-58516216553761020182011-06-20T07:58:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:00:38.302-07:00Mike Schank and Mark Borschardt
Visionaries.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-70914169402250390772011-06-19T07:57:00.000-07:002011-06-23T07:58:50.593-07:00Week Long
The hours roll by.
The minutes tick past.
The seconds flutter in a fan rotation.
You know where you want to be in the future.
And you know where you've been.
Where are you right now?Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-57829280170722068332011-06-18T21:31:00.000-07:002011-06-18T21:34:16.261-07:00Barely Kingstonian
Today was a day of reckoning - a day of taking stock. Lately, I've
been living a theme of appreciation and I got the chance today to
appreciate a city that I've spent many hours of my life within -
Kingston. And I had the chance to do it with someone who has
become a good friend to me.
Kingston will always be one of those enchanted cities for me.
Though it definitely has its Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-49756724002225181832011-06-17T08:46:00.000-07:002011-06-19T08:50:54.666-07:00The Judas In All Of Us
We want so badly to be righteous - to appear good. But we
forget our roots. We forget our flaws. We forget the inner
conflict and start coasting on fumes.
No one can make you do it differently - you have to do it
the way that you know best.
Then, and only then, can the path be beset.
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-6841175535300978182011-06-16T08:51:00.000-07:002011-06-19T08:57:09.294-07:00Rock Out With Your Dock Out
It's that time of year where you can walk around with a shirt off.
You can trade your pants for shorts and your stress for relaxation.
I associate the summer season with music for some reason and in
an undefinable way, my listening ears come alive in the summer.
In the winter, I am critical. I am highly expectant and I am usually
never enthused. In the summer, I can Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-53687780952673923382011-06-15T19:33:00.000-07:002011-06-17T19:39:44.405-07:00Hometown Rockdown
Tonight, I am in my hometown. I am in a place where I feel
at one. I don't need to be anywhere else. I don't need to dream
of anything else. The grass does not look greener - in fact, I'm
not sure what colour it is - because I don't care.
I am here.
David Bazan is playing for the second time in my home city of
Ottawa. I will be at the show, scribbling and retaining. Watching.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-69307354502191187722011-06-14T20:18:00.000-07:002011-06-14T20:20:31.894-07:00Nightfire
Sometimes in life, despite all of the monstrous shit and horrendous
acts that engulf us and our fellow comrades on this planet, you have
to step back and say 'fuck it' and relish the notion of being alive.
We live in a cynical, cold world that is full of depressed people
(some of whom don't even know they are depressed) who rely
on medications, hallucinogens and altered states to get Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-64325681478314914782011-06-13T10:18:00.000-07:002011-06-13T10:18:02.389-07:00Teenage Dream
If you ever really dive into a Katy Perry song (whilst singing into your
comb in your bedroom with extra-glossy lip balm on and doing 360
hip swivels), you might actually hear some melody.
Teenage Dream is one of the most over-produced, toxic hits of the
top 40 these days - but it's smart. It's catchy. It crawls inside your brain
and lays eggs and stays there for a days. I played Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-54080075357027714842011-06-12T10:18:00.000-07:002011-06-13T10:25:17.788-07:00These Violent Dreams
Over and over again, in a cyclical pattern, I have dreams about horrible
weather, seas crashing on to shores, giant tidal waves and the end of
all things. I suppose that this is somewhat normal as it is something we
all secretly fear and need to experience from time to time to enjoy
all that we have.
Most recently, I had a dream about a bear escaping on to the property
of Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-23101813808007972052011-06-11T12:30:00.000-07:002011-06-11T12:30:04.068-07:00Big Band Saturday
Today is the day. For a few weeks now, I've been rehearsing a set of
23 cover songs with 3 other guys here in Port Hope. We are playing
at a charity event tonight and actually getting paid for it. The songs
are mostly top 40 material (with smatterings from different decades)
but it has been a bit of a new and challenging endeavour for me
to play covers.
My brother has played Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-46248248919452722782011-06-10T10:31:00.000-07:002011-06-13T10:32:30.109-07:00Ghostbusters 3
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-53750678970524165722011-06-09T23:55:00.000-07:002011-06-09T23:55:02.644-07:00Truth Tea
I said at the start of this year that I wanted to be more truthful.
I think it's safe to say that I have failed.
I get on this damn blog and I don't know what the fuck I should
write about anymore. I fake it until I make it. I grab video clips and
play 'catch-up' to stay on top of the daily chore without really
saying anything.
I've got a lot on my mind and little patience to spell Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-42068884583201041382011-06-08T23:01:00.000-07:002011-06-09T23:22:03.072-07:00Time Code
It feels like this summer never really had a starting point. All of a
sudden, it's just fully here. It is thrust upon us. The heat. The allergens.
The humidity. All of it.
In the movie Strange Brew (which consumed many a friday night
in my teens), a lab geek talks with Brewmeister Smith about time-
coding certain security cameras so as to keep things strict and
easily documented. I Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-4296152533189587422011-06-07T14:53:00.000-07:002011-06-07T14:53:23.899-07:00Cyclical Ravings
Sometimes I go through stages in life where I feel like I'm feeling the same
things I felt a few years (or even a few months) ago.
I feel stuck and I'm somewhat pissed about the situation. If you are faint
of heart and can't take a strong serving of truth tea, then please don't
read on. If you can stomach the bitter bite of the truth leaf once it is
fully steeped, then please Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-5774352414792021382011-06-06T12:29:00.000-07:002011-06-06T12:29:34.480-07:00Dinger Time
And so it goes.
Tonight is softball night. Going forward, I will now be known as
'Sports Guy'. I will spend the summer in shorts and I will be
sweating on 70-75 percent of most days.
See you on the field.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-64212601849968761872011-06-05T12:29:00.000-07:002011-06-06T12:34:15.203-07:00The Ultimate
Tonight, we played our 2nd ultimate friz game of the season. Compared to
last week, it was a light workout as we had 15 people (and the rules only
allow for 7 to be on the field at one time). So the girls rotated in 2 shifts
and the guys rotated in 3. It was a little too packed for my liking, making
any sort of rhythm with your line-mates rather unattainable.
Regardless, it was Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-63873979598348281482011-06-04T12:37:00.000-07:002011-06-06T12:43:27.596-07:00The Entrance Of June
Somewhere along the way, June showed up. I'm not quite sure how
we went from a dismal end of February to where we are now, but
here we are. Living. Breathing. Surviving.
The summer brings with it a tinge of hopefulness. Promise. Long
days. Mosquito buzzing. Outdoor sports. Water. Sun.
Lots of sun.
June has been a month of Vitamin D so far. It's always encouraging
to wake Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-74045394391078661182011-06-03T10:25:00.000-07:002011-06-13T10:27:43.291-07:00Zappa Was The Man
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-17842453002118463972011-06-02T08:25:00.000-07:002011-06-03T08:37:11.598-07:00Green And Clean
It feels good to get caught up on blogging. It is somewhat
of a labour of love but it is also a menial chore that helps me
to stay organized and focused. Unfortunately, I have realized that
I am a writer who needs clarity in my mind and in my life to
properly dictate my thoughts. When I write in the messy times, I
scatter. My words spray out in stinging pellets from the shotgun
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-28601327328403763152011-06-01T12:34:00.000-07:002011-06-06T12:36:15.934-07:00Choose Your Weapon
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-18412883105116821362011-05-31T13:52:00.001-07:002011-05-31T14:01:49.214-07:00The Soundtrack Of Life
Remember those songs? The ones that touched you?
Play those.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-72708759626514540192011-05-30T13:49:00.000-07:002011-05-31T13:52:10.650-07:00Hello Darkness
Embrace the freak in you.
Shelter it. Nurture it.
Closeting only leads to deeper cleanings.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-83158064238154948732011-05-29T13:47:00.000-07:002011-05-31T13:48:35.511-07:00You Said You Were My Friend
But where are you now?Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-26673448279521960072011-05-27T13:46:00.000-07:002011-05-31T13:47:39.428-07:00Lust
It's a trap.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-5532430593185391872011-05-26T13:45:00.000-07:002011-05-31T13:46:43.879-07:00We Are Who We Are
Physical disabilities make everyone uncomfortable...
Even those of us who are disabled.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-83674833790426213092011-05-25T13:43:00.000-07:002011-05-31T13:45:11.743-07:00I Hate Blogging
I write all of these half truths all the time.
When do we get to expose our disgusting guts?Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-85284125247202464152011-05-24T13:41:00.000-07:002011-05-31T13:43:17.276-07:00Blogging Is Dumb
No one cares about what you think.
You are fooling yourself.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-90890304228034992412011-05-23T14:45:00.000-07:002011-05-28T21:32:15.002-07:00Tennis Elbow
I know - I'm a big yuppie for playing tennis.
Say what you will but this sport actually gets you moving in pretty
fast intervals and using muscles that you wouldn't ordinarily use.
It's good for the body, mind and soul and last year, I started getting
seriously addicted to playing tennis.
What grabs me about this sport is the constant movement. You
HAVE to move. It's not like Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-23433891617691954402011-05-22T21:52:00.000-07:002011-05-28T21:25:45.926-07:00You Can Have Anything You Want
The dreams we dream are not in vain. That world we enter before
we call it quits on the day is an important one. Those places we
visit are as real as they seem because sometimes surreality surpasses
the metaphysical realm.
I've had very specific dreams where I am teleported to places on
a map. Inception wasn't just a movie - it was a depiction of another
reality Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-8273240521628965042011-05-21T12:19:00.000-07:002011-05-25T12:24:02.430-07:00The Trappist
Some days, I wander around this planetary sphere and dream that I'm
a trappist - looking for the hides of animals with a shotgun and a dog to
keep me company. Sub-zero nights in small huts with a fire going.
Cases of gunpowder. Meat galore. A tin of tobacco with rolling papers
and a pipe.
It would be a lonely life but a solitary one. One without debt. One
without the desire to Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-35271305094838086342011-05-20T09:25:00.000-07:002011-05-25T10:08:24.263-07:0065 Years
Off to Ottawa to celebrate 65 years of a man. 65 years of a provider.
65 years of a father.
There's not much I can say about my dad that hasn't already been
said. He's an incredible man. I think that he is a very sensitive and
emotional man and I wish that I could express my feelings a little
more openly with him, but I think he safeguards his emotions. He
keeps Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-60562584688339794282011-05-19T09:08:00.000-07:002011-05-22T09:09:23.849-07:00The Reasons
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-54552742171341661792011-05-18T08:56:00.000-07:002011-05-22T09:03:44.086-07:00Music In The Month Of May
When a lot of your favourite bands start releasing albums again, something
happens to you. Your cynicism resides. Your inner child wants to run through
fields and frolic. Your days seem a little brighter.
You get a new visit from your old friends.
This month, there are quite a few releases coming out (and which have
come out already) that are firing up my bones. Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-27841305276773727362011-05-17T14:39:00.000-07:002011-05-21T14:43:11.478-07:00I Stood In The Summer Sun
It's comin' on strong. The lake - the breeze - the shore - the trees.
All of it.
The older I get, the stronger of an innate need I have for a property
of my own, far from the city and close to a waterhole.
Maybe a dock...and space for a fire pit.
We played our first softball game yesterday. 9-5 victory. A great
start to a great weather season.
Think light and get Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-78689366491995677342011-05-16T14:37:00.000-07:002011-05-21T14:39:26.583-07:00Words Can't Do It
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-33486575918714232452011-05-15T14:35:00.000-07:002011-05-21T14:36:58.917-07:00May 15th Eh?
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-61755084340455428782011-05-14T18:35:00.000-07:002011-05-17T18:47:24.387-07:00Wedding Season Opener
The older I get, the more weddings seem to stack up - both in
the amount of invites and folks I know who are getting hitched.
Weddings are strange animals.
Sure - they are fun and a glorious celebration of good things to
come - but they also suck up a full day and usually require you
to spend money of some kind. There's the cynic in me.
The idealist Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-39941014189699595492011-05-13T17:43:00.000-07:002011-05-17T17:52:02.306-07:00Carrot Rope
I've been revisiting a lot of semi-vintage material in my catalogue, lately.
I'm finding that 'newer' music is lacking a lot of existential umph - and
yes - maybe I'm becoming a 30+ music snob, but I feel the need to
defend the gooders like Pavement, Dinosaur Jr., Redd Kross and some
of the non-mainstream powerhouses of my musical taste birthplace.
You see, bands like Sloan get it. Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-58849258813758743512011-05-12T08:57:00.000-07:002011-05-16T09:00:57.704-07:00Low On Gas
I'm feeling like my reserves are depleting these days. Each night, I
want to sleep longer than the next. I must be tired out from a hefty
spring season of travel, 13/14 hour days of personal accounting,
and mental fatigue.
Port Hope is, in fact, exuding a few beams of actual hope as the
weather has been scrumptious and both Ultimate frisbee and softball
are starting up imminently.
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-43320276741552842232011-05-11T08:48:00.000-07:002011-05-16T08:55:06.879-07:00You All Along
What a spring season for new tunage! First, the Foos blow it out of the
water with a tape-made record in Grohl's garage and next, Sloan steps
up to bat and clears the bases for a blaster of epic Sloan proportions.
Though there is clearly not enough from Andrew on this record, the
flow and overall sound of this work is grandiose.
Next up; Death Cab. I'm sure it will be good but I'mMatt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-19850272799966390712011-05-10T08:36:00.000-07:002011-05-16T08:45:54.449-07:00Throat Coat
Sweet bippy lou.
This winter, I decided to kick coffee. Now don't get me wrong - as
a caffeine supporter, I will definitely enjoy a latte or an americano
every week or two, but the daily ritual of coffee is all but gone.
In its absence, I've become a teetotaler.
There's something about the process of tea that I deeply enjoy. The
boiling. The steeping. The small sips that tell you Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-22702841445781667242011-05-09T18:52:00.000-07:002011-05-16T08:46:45.646-07:00Start Anew
In this life, you get chances.
Chances that masquerade around at fancy dances.
When you say 'None of you understand! NONE OF YOU!'
It's likely that you're missing what's right in front of you.
I spent some time with some friends in Kingston today. It was
the sunniest day of the spring. We packed a bag and walked
down to Lake Ontario and let their dog Echo Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-75673648917934719512011-05-08T18:47:00.000-07:002011-05-16T08:35:56.826-07:00Low Times And Trials
Sometimes, in the context of a love relationship, the question must
be asked:
Am I the one doing the hurting or are we both hurting each other
by staying in this relationship?
Stay the path. Tow the line. Walk the straight and narrow. Stick
with your commitments. These phrases have rolled around in my
mind for years and it's not always easy to see the frequency and
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-36447128161446610222011-05-07T18:37:00.000-07:002011-05-16T08:35:35.817-07:00A Rollerskating Jam Named Saturday
Man - it took me a million tries to find a non-remix version of this track.
Good old De La Soul have etched the framework in my mind for how a
Saturday should sound and feel. It's Saturday. Saturday-ee-aaayyy.
I've been getting back into a lot of the old school rappers I've forgotten
about for so many years. Though their voices and beats have been in
my cortexMatt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-17305179200383166922011-05-06T12:50:00.000-07:002011-05-10T12:51:24.455-07:00There It Is
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-71586580758397038452011-05-05T19:44:00.000-07:002011-05-07T19:49:42.395-07:00Practice Makes Perfect
Yes - that is Billy Corgan being hugged by Dennis Rodman.
And no - it doesn't really relate to this blog at all. I just liked it.
I'm playing bass at a concert this coming weekend here at Trinity.
That's right - a musical endeavour right here in ol' Port Hope. I
haven't played bass for a while and as part of a charity concert, I
am playing with two friends (a guitarist Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-61168474674807021202011-05-04T19:36:00.000-07:002011-05-07T19:43:31.753-07:00Miami Vice Action Spectacular
Do you want the rides or do you want the security?
Do you hate the roller coaster but hate normalcy even more?
I've always heard about the Miami Vice Action Spectacular
at Universal Studios in Florida and it is something that has
enchanted my mind for a while. In the movie 'Get Shorty',
the ride is referred to by a Spanish mob boss as pretty
incredible touristy Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-60313709212987551972011-05-03T13:46:00.000-07:002011-05-04T14:26:25.373-07:00Moving Day
My stint in Ottawa has officially ended...for a time. I'll be back, though.
Just you wait.
Today, I helped a friend move from Ottawa to Kingston. It sounds easy
enough, doesn't it? Unfortunately, we had to deal with this terrible
company. Maybe you've heard of them - UHAUL? Ring any bells?
Starting early at 830 am (after a night of a few ales to drown some
sadness from the election),Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2West Centre Town - Little Italy - Civic Hospital East, Ottawa, ON, Canada45.4024663 -75.7092887999999745.3924228 -75.72039829999997 45.4125098 -75.69817929999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-24916622448754979232011-05-02T13:38:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:39:19.465-07:00Almost At An End
I've spent another month away. Maybe traveling is starting to actually
get to me - and maybe I don't really crave the road. Maybe I crave a
home. Maybe I desire all that I've secretly been running from - and
maybe the path is beset before me in a technicolour burn.
I make money. I lose money. I start all over again. What's the point
of it? DisconnectingMatt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-80554323011958814792011-05-01T12:52:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:16:44.917-07:00Woolly Weekend
Dope dance floor jams. Shooter drinks made of sugar, jello and vodka.
These are the things I despise...but can't get away from.
It seems that our culture has an obsession with dance clubs. Tonight,
I went a little buck wild with a few friends. After starting a very
laidback night with a few creemores, my friend Taylor and I had
a nice feel and motion to the evening. The groove Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-70397997654472623532011-04-30T13:40:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:43:29.315-07:00D-Day
This is it.
The final day of tax season is upon us.
The season of the witch has ended for another year.
Personal income tax clients hope for a tiny speck of hope in a glossy
yellow cheque from the government. Corporate tax clients hope they
can hide the nickels under the mattress for another year.
Photocopier floor rooms are covered in hole punch paper tidbits.
Staplers click and Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-58835959500873333142011-04-29T07:02:00.000-07:002011-04-29T07:02:57.645-07:00I Never Want To Die
The themes, melodies and Butch Vig-produced guitar infusions on this
record keep looping in my mind and have been for the whole month of
April.
Funny story about the Foos - I'm a big fan but I haven't been so
convinced by their last few offerings. In Your Honour was incredible
but I found I listened to it incessantly and then its lustre faded. Echoes,
Silence, Patience and Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-17978114544556189832011-04-28T06:15:00.000-07:002011-04-28T06:15:56.660-07:00Breakfast With Steve
That's my friend Steve getting his Costco membership last year. He
doesn't like getting his picture taken.
This morning, after a semi-glorious slumber, I awoke in the middle of
a dream where a really pretentious musician was showing me a chord
on the guitar I'd never seen before. The fretboard on this guitar was
also about a foot wider than a Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-24492186626691411342011-04-27T18:03:00.000-07:002011-04-27T18:03:24.047-07:00Stop Gap
Hey brothers. And sisters.
I'm catchin' up. Have you heard the word? Be sure to check back
into the posts of mid March and beyond. I've been blogging like
four times a day. I'm like Rex - playing all the positions and gettin'
no glory, baby.*I've got a psychiatric condition, hyeaaaahhhh*.
This exercise has been good for me, mentally. To set goals and to
stick to them is important in Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-79438208604094405752011-04-26T14:39:00.000-07:002011-04-26T14:39:42.498-07:00NEW MATT SHOW!!
Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-19987357091511407082011-04-25T11:24:00.000-07:002011-04-26T14:38:36.790-07:00The Ever Present Moment
I had a conversation with my brother, after a massive bowl of spicy chili,
about the current moment, Paul Tillich, a prof of his who didn't wear a
watch because he claimed 'time is now' and other things of that nature.
There really is no past or future. You can only be exactly where you
are, in the moment, in a current juncture of space and time. End of
story.
Kinda Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-33251915586712074922011-04-24T15:24:00.000-07:002011-04-26T06:10:55.184-07:00Aftereaster
It was a real treat to see the fam this weekend. Wife. Brother. Parents.
Cousins. Lamb. Salad. Roast root veg. Choco cake. Nummers.
Over the years, I've spent a great deal of time in Kanata at 10 Nanook.
Whether it has been breakout 3 on 3 games in the driveway (which
also meant basketballs on the roof of the garage) or backyard cookouts
with Uncle John at the Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-31960742207721290182011-04-23T10:56:00.000-07:002011-04-25T11:44:18.374-07:00Where Is My Mind?
One of the oddest things happened to me on thursday night.
I was driving to Kingston with my friend Taylor (on the toes of an
upcoming Graven show) and the sun was setting on the 401. About an
hour into the car ride, I felt like I was on a massive high. My brain and
body actually felt disconnected and for most of the evening, I had this
same sensation. It's as if I was Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-90585836694127541542011-04-22T12:57:00.000-07:002011-04-22T12:57:07.220-07:00No Fly Zone
Sometimes, you do something for a while, as it makes sense to you and
whoever is involved - and then other times, you just stop doing it.
Graven (my musical machine) is at a turning point. Ben - our faithful
banjo player, guitarist and tambourinist for over 2 years now - has
decided that he needs to move on to do different things. I've appreciated
having Ben around. He is a dedicatedMatt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-16377077714137360522011-04-21T09:01:00.000-07:002011-04-21T09:04:07.511-07:00Autopilot
I'm convinced that autopilot is the absolute premier mental state to be
enraptured within. It's the notion of being so busy and having so much
on your plate that you're actually flying through the motions of life -
in a technicolour blur - and it seems as if you are watching a move of
yourself and not actually living. In those times, when the endorphins
are flowing and the adrenaline Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-68316715002507560792011-04-20T11:57:00.000-07:002011-04-20T11:57:09.380-07:00The Old Is New
Blog village. I write this to you from the wheels of Mechania. Thanks for
always stopping by my virtual brain stem. But please remember -
CHECK THE OLD BLOGS! I'm constantly adding ones from March that
talk about Nicaragua and other such digital meanderings.
Thank you for your hypertext footprint.
Sincerely,
Bloggington Mack.Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-35204201499985891912011-04-19T13:48:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:55:16.937-07:00Month Long Mandate
Whenever I am in Ottawa, I crave beer like a demon fiend. I don't
know what it is about these old streets and buildings - but I love
finding different haunts in which I can bend taps for an eve and let
the lagery spirits flow.
I'm sure my waistline and health are not optimum when I'm in this
city - but a part of me doesn't care. We are here for the living - not
the Matt McKechniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244479333314777054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186093.post-86500665531371075122011-04-18T13:44:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:46:23.223-07:00Bucket List
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