When Craig's Missed Connections Are Beautiful...
I fell hard, years have gone by and I'm still in love with you - m4w - 33
Reply to: pers-226106176@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-10-26, 3:24PM EDT
First we flirted around the office, I knew your situation but still very much wanted to be around you every minute. We finally went to dinner (Japenese place not far from my appartment) and then we kissed good night in your car.
I'll never forget kissing you for the first time.
We kept flirting, hoping no one would find out but not really being all that careful, meeting after work so I could steal just a few minutes of your busy life. Everytime you would call the butterflies came back. I remember jumping in my car to meet you when you had to go to the store (even when the time spent driving to meet you was longer than the time we ended up spending together). I remember Black Sun. I remember dancing at Unity. I remember Rockland.
You had to change jobs after he found out, we still spoke but I could feel it slipping away.
I've moved away from Montreal now but still come back every once and a while and spend the entire time hoping to run into you on the street. I want to kiss you one last time, hold you in my arms and imagine it lasting forever. I know we can't spend our lives together but I'll take minutes or even seconds - I really want to see you again.
You were the one.
I miss you more than you know. I wish I could get in touch with you but I don't know how, can't call you at home, can't ask your cousin... Read this knowing its me, read this knowing that you met this guy once and he fell so in love that his heart almost stopped, read this knowing I still think about you everyday. I hope you managed to find happiness, I know it couldn't have been easy after what happened.
I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, I miss you more than I could have imagined.
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I fell hard, years have gone by and I'm still in love with you - m4w - 33
Reply to: pers-226106176@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-10-26, 3:24PM EDT
First we flirted around the office, I knew your situation but still very much wanted to be around you every minute. We finally went to dinner (Japenese place not far from my appartment) and then we kissed good night in your car.
I'll never forget kissing you for the first time.
We kept flirting, hoping no one would find out but not really being all that careful, meeting after work so I could steal just a few minutes of your busy life. Everytime you would call the butterflies came back. I remember jumping in my car to meet you when you had to go to the store (even when the time spent driving to meet you was longer than the time we ended up spending together). I remember Black Sun. I remember dancing at Unity. I remember Rockland.
You had to change jobs after he found out, we still spoke but I could feel it slipping away.
I've moved away from Montreal now but still come back every once and a while and spend the entire time hoping to run into you on the street. I want to kiss you one last time, hold you in my arms and imagine it lasting forever. I know we can't spend our lives together but I'll take minutes or even seconds - I really want to see you again.
You were the one.
I miss you more than you know. I wish I could get in touch with you but I don't know how, can't call you at home, can't ask your cousin... Read this knowing its me, read this knowing that you met this guy once and he fell so in love that his heart almost stopped, read this knowing I still think about you everyday. I hope you managed to find happiness, I know it couldn't have been easy after what happened.
I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, I miss you more than I could have imagined.
Montreal, Where Even the Homeless are Stylish
Saw a guy this morning at the corner of Sherbrooke and Bleury. Wearing faded jeans, a brown corduroy blazer and a worked-in baseball cap, he appeared a professional wearing his weekend uniform. He was carrying a couple of shopping bags that looked stuffed to capacity, I assumed he'd just come out of the Provigo up the street.
I watched as he put his bags down on a bench. I thought he was waiting for the bus. Then he stuck his hand into a garbage bin and pulled out a Tim Horton's take-out cup. He inspected it, then downed whatever contents were remaining. He tossed the empty cup back in the trash, but not before grabbing a couple of empty bottles and shoving them into one of his bags.
As the light turned and I drove off, he adjusted his cap in the reflection of a storefront window.
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Saw a guy this morning at the corner of Sherbrooke and Bleury. Wearing faded jeans, a brown corduroy blazer and a worked-in baseball cap, he appeared a professional wearing his weekend uniform. He was carrying a couple of shopping bags that looked stuffed to capacity, I assumed he'd just come out of the Provigo up the street.
I watched as he put his bags down on a bench. I thought he was waiting for the bus. Then he stuck his hand into a garbage bin and pulled out a Tim Horton's take-out cup. He inspected it, then downed whatever contents were remaining. He tossed the empty cup back in the trash, but not before grabbing a couple of empty bottles and shoving them into one of his bags.
As the light turned and I drove off, he adjusted his cap in the reflection of a storefront window.
Elizabeth May In The Spotlight
In the NYT, no less! And with talk today of her wooing recently dismissed Tory Garth Turner, her Green Party may just get its first Member of Parliament. Big week.
Here's an excerpt from the NYT:
October 14, 2006
The Saturday Profile
An Accidental Canadian Finds Her Environmental Footing
By IAN AUSTEN
OTTAWA
ONE afternoon 33 years ago, Elizabeth May was picked up outside her dorm at Smith College for what she thought was a weeklong study break. She never returned.
Once in her parents’ car, Ms. May learned that the family’s home, a farm outside Hartford, Conn., was up for sale. Her father had quit his job as an insurance executive and all of them, including her younger brother, were headed to a new life in Cape Breton, the picturesque but economically deprived island in Nova Scotia.
For Ms. May, her parents’ impulsive move soon meant trading a life of relative affluence for periods of near poverty. Undergraduate life at Smith was exchanged for years of waiting tables and cooking in a restaurant. And instead of her parents’ circle of politically active friends, including George McGovern and a young Bill Clinton, there were villagers who were suspicious of, and sometimes unfriendly toward, all who were, as they put it, “from away.”
That situation, however, gave Ms. May a perspective that was critical in her development into one of Canada’s most prominent environmentalists. After founding the Sierra Club of Canada and running it for almost 17 years, Ms. May has emerged as the leader of the Green Party of Canada, an also-ran in Canadian politics but a group with a platform nonetheless.
Under Canadian election law, the 5 percent of votes the party won in the past two national elections entitles it to about 1 million Canadian dollars a year, or about $800,000, in government campaign financing. And in Ms. May, the party — which has yet to send a single member to Parliament — has its first leader who is a well-known figure.
Ms. May’s switch from environmentalism to politics was prompted, she says, by the election of a minority Conservative government under Prime Minister Stephen Harper in January. “I was going through a nail-biting, wrist-slashing phase of my life known as watching Harper get to victory,” she said...
... On a recent afternoon, Ms. May was wearing a green and yellow Green Party pin (which actually bears a resemblance to the logo of the oil giant BP) as well as the tiny white, enameled medallion of an officer of the Order of Canada, one of the country’s top civilian honors.
“Canada’s a wonderful country,” she said. “If you beat up on the government for 30 years, you can still get the Order of Canada.”
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In the NYT, no less! And with talk today of her wooing recently dismissed Tory Garth Turner, her Green Party may just get its first Member of Parliament. Big week.
Here's an excerpt from the NYT:
October 14, 2006
The Saturday Profile
An Accidental Canadian Finds Her Environmental Footing
By IAN AUSTEN
OTTAWA
ONE afternoon 33 years ago, Elizabeth May was picked up outside her dorm at Smith College for what she thought was a weeklong study break. She never returned.
Once in her parents’ car, Ms. May learned that the family’s home, a farm outside Hartford, Conn., was up for sale. Her father had quit his job as an insurance executive and all of them, including her younger brother, were headed to a new life in Cape Breton, the picturesque but economically deprived island in Nova Scotia.
For Ms. May, her parents’ impulsive move soon meant trading a life of relative affluence for periods of near poverty. Undergraduate life at Smith was exchanged for years of waiting tables and cooking in a restaurant. And instead of her parents’ circle of politically active friends, including George McGovern and a young Bill Clinton, there were villagers who were suspicious of, and sometimes unfriendly toward, all who were, as they put it, “from away.”
That situation, however, gave Ms. May a perspective that was critical in her development into one of Canada’s most prominent environmentalists. After founding the Sierra Club of Canada and running it for almost 17 years, Ms. May has emerged as the leader of the Green Party of Canada, an also-ran in Canadian politics but a group with a platform nonetheless.
Under Canadian election law, the 5 percent of votes the party won in the past two national elections entitles it to about 1 million Canadian dollars a year, or about $800,000, in government campaign financing. And in Ms. May, the party — which has yet to send a single member to Parliament — has its first leader who is a well-known figure.
Ms. May’s switch from environmentalism to politics was prompted, she says, by the election of a minority Conservative government under Prime Minister Stephen Harper in January. “I was going through a nail-biting, wrist-slashing phase of my life known as watching Harper get to victory,” she said...
... On a recent afternoon, Ms. May was wearing a green and yellow Green Party pin (which actually bears a resemblance to the logo of the oil giant BP) as well as the tiny white, enameled medallion of an officer of the Order of Canada, one of the country’s top civilian honors.
“Canada’s a wonderful country,” she said. “If you beat up on the government for 30 years, you can still get the Order of Canada.”
Nothing Changes au Quebec
Just got a news report on the proposed name-changing of Avenue du Parc in Montreal to Avenue Robert-Bourassa, in honour of the late premier of Quebec.
Something odd in the report was that it said there was a plan to re-name Boulevard St-Joseph to Boulevard Robert Bourassa. That was what his family wanted because it was the street on which Bourassa grew up.
The hitch?
The city couldn't do it because changing St-Joseph would require negotiating with the church.
Yes. THAT church.
I'm sorry... what does the church have to do with civic affairs like street naming?
About to look through city by-laws to try to find an answer. If there is one on the books.
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Just got a news report on the proposed name-changing of Avenue du Parc in Montreal to Avenue Robert-Bourassa, in honour of the late premier of Quebec.
Something odd in the report was that it said there was a plan to re-name Boulevard St-Joseph to Boulevard Robert Bourassa. That was what his family wanted because it was the street on which Bourassa grew up.
The hitch?
The city couldn't do it because changing St-Joseph would require negotiating with the church.
Yes. THAT church.
I'm sorry... what does the church have to do with civic affairs like street naming?
About to look through city by-laws to try to find an answer. If there is one on the books.
Save Museums
Sad that such a petition even exists, but, here is a link to one advocating on behalf of the Canadian Museum Assistance Program which was the victim of major budget cuts last month.
www.petitiononline.com/MapCuts/petition.html
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Sad that such a petition even exists, but, here is a link to one advocating on behalf of the Canadian Museum Assistance Program which was the victim of major budget cuts last month.
www.petitiononline.com/MapCuts/petition.html
Choreography Key to the Distinct Society
It goes without saying that popular television in Quebec is quite different from that in the rest of Canada. But what I've realized is that one of the most obvious differences - or eccentricities - on television in Quebec is that hit TV shows need more than a catchy theme. They need a dance number, too. These moves are meant to get the host, the studio audience and the home viewers (it's true, I've witnessed it) on their feet all together.
La Fureur, the wildly popular battle of the sexes has a little arm flapping thing that everyone does during the opening music. Le Match des Etoiles, a dance competition itself airing on Radio-Canada ALSO has its own unique routine.
Is it simply that bon vivants like to bust a move during primetime? Is it representative of the Quebecois party spirit?
Or is there more to it?
And, can you imagine an entire studio audience of any game show out of Toronto dancing in unison during the opening theme music?
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It goes without saying that popular television in Quebec is quite different from that in the rest of Canada. But what I've realized is that one of the most obvious differences - or eccentricities - on television in Quebec is that hit TV shows need more than a catchy theme. They need a dance number, too. These moves are meant to get the host, the studio audience and the home viewers (it's true, I've witnessed it) on their feet all together.
La Fureur, the wildly popular battle of the sexes has a little arm flapping thing that everyone does during the opening music. Le Match des Etoiles, a dance competition itself airing on Radio-Canada ALSO has its own unique routine.
Is it simply that bon vivants like to bust a move during primetime? Is it representative of the Quebecois party spirit?
Or is there more to it?
And, can you imagine an entire studio audience of any game show out of Toronto dancing in unison during the opening theme music?
The Sign of a Successful Dinner Party...?
... it's 1 am on a Wednesday morning, in October, and the last guest has just left. And there's a sink full of dirty dishes. A counter cluttered with empty wine bottles.
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... it's 1 am on a Wednesday morning, in October, and the last guest has just left. And there's a sink full of dirty dishes. A counter cluttered with empty wine bottles.
Senioritis
The last semester of any school program is tough. I'm finding the last semester of law school tougher than any last semester in the past. Probably because law school has been tougher and rougher than any program I've ever completed in the past.
I've definitely come down with a serious case of senioritis. Serious. Self-diagnosed. Acute.
Cure?
Wish I knew, though I guess it may simply be a case of the waiting game. Three months until freedom. Easy as pie.
If only there weren't so many damn assignments due before that...
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The last semester of any school program is tough. I'm finding the last semester of law school tougher than any last semester in the past. Probably because law school has been tougher and rougher than any program I've ever completed in the past.
I've definitely come down with a serious case of senioritis. Serious. Self-diagnosed. Acute.
Cure?
Wish I knew, though I guess it may simply be a case of the waiting game. Three months until freedom. Easy as pie.
If only there weren't so many damn assignments due before that...
R.W. Apple Jr.
The veteran NYT journalist died yesterday. The paper ran a beautiful obit which included the following quote from Apple, as given in an undated interview with Lear Magazine:
Newspaper people love impossible dreams. I suppose we’re reckless sentimentalists. If we didn’t love impossible dreams, we would not still be working in an industry whose basic technology was developed in the 16th and 17th centuries.
I might have to agree with that assessment.
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The veteran NYT journalist died yesterday. The paper ran a beautiful obit which included the following quote from Apple, as given in an undated interview with Lear Magazine:
Newspaper people love impossible dreams. I suppose we’re reckless sentimentalists. If we didn’t love impossible dreams, we would not still be working in an industry whose basic technology was developed in the 16th and 17th centuries.
I might have to agree with that assessment.
Waking Up in a Philadelphia Cream Cheese Ad
You know that long-running campaign with the angels, and they're up on cloud 9 spreading the cream cheese?
From my perch high above Montreal this morning, I may as well be sitting on a puffy cloud because I can see nothing but whiteness from any of my windows. It's as though there are no skyscrapers right next door, no busy intersections at the corner of my street and no rush hour pedestrians darting about in every which direction.
It's totally eerie. And peaceful. And I like it.
And I'm eating a bagel topped with... you guessed it...
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You know that long-running campaign with the angels, and they're up on cloud 9 spreading the cream cheese?
From my perch high above Montreal this morning, I may as well be sitting on a puffy cloud because I can see nothing but whiteness from any of my windows. It's as though there are no skyscrapers right next door, no busy intersections at the corner of my street and no rush hour pedestrians darting about in every which direction.
It's totally eerie. And peaceful. And I like it.
And I'm eating a bagel topped with... you guessed it...
An answer
Don't you love it when bloggers answer their own inane questions?
Apparently it's a routine military exercise, so says a radio traffic reporter.
Guess Montrealers, fortunately, are not used to a military presence in our skies. So unused to such a sight that the curious drivers pausing to look up, way up, are slowing traffic in all directions.
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Don't you love it when bloggers answer their own inane questions?
Apparently it's a routine military exercise, so says a radio traffic reporter.
Guess Montrealers, fortunately, are not used to a military presence in our skies. So unused to such a sight that the curious drivers pausing to look up, way up, are slowing traffic in all directions.
Military Choppers in the City?
Got a phone call from a friend about 40 minutes ago, sitting on the 18th floor of a downtown Montreal office tower, watching military helicopters circle the downtown core.
I popped out of class for a tea moments ago and looked up - before receiving the voicemail - and saw the exact same thing. At first I thought it was a traffic chopper, it being rush hour and all. But then I noticed that it didn't look like any traffic 'copter I'd ever seen.
No word on any online news sources as far as I can tell... so what's going on?
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Got a phone call from a friend about 40 minutes ago, sitting on the 18th floor of a downtown Montreal office tower, watching military helicopters circle the downtown core.
I popped out of class for a tea moments ago and looked up - before receiving the voicemail - and saw the exact same thing. At first I thought it was a traffic chopper, it being rush hour and all. But then I noticed that it didn't look like any traffic 'copter I'd ever seen.
No word on any online news sources as far as I can tell... so what's going on?
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