fevertone's Diaryland Diary

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It's really loud outside from the rain, I can see this wall of sound from the traffic splashing through the puddles.
My shoes are wet and there's this condensation all over my back; I'm not hot but I sure am damp. This must be what it's like to live in the bayou.
What the hell is a bayou? Some kind of wetland? I imagine those fan boats and old fashioned cajun get-aways and alligators and maybe even the water boy.

I remember during Hurricane Katrina I had just moved into my new apartment in Vancouver and I didn't have any services for at least 3 weeks. I had pneumonia at the time so I basically slept all day and drew really fucked up things in my sketch book.
One day I had taken 20 puffs of my asthma medication (Ventolin) so I went to the hospital. I had a feeling that if took any more of the steroid that my heart would explode.
I was looking at the newspaper in the waiting room and saw that Vancouver Search and Rescue was in New Orleans. I queried as to why and t turns out that there was some kind of horrible hurricane in "the bayou"(?)/New Orleans that killed a bunch of people.
When I finally got cable there was ALL DAY breaking news about some overpass that collapsed in Quebec with absolutely no mention of Katrina. I only recently (in 2007) eralized just how serious it was there and only through political commentary on the Daily Show/Colbert Report.
I figure this is what news was like in the 'old timey' days where people could be totally untouched by tragedies on their own continent.

I just discovered that the bayou is a swamp after asking my friend Brett.

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I have spent several months with a thick fog in my skull, making it difficult for me to verbalize my thoughts or write anything that feels natural. I think that I'm having this rare point of clarity today and I'm startlingly awake. Perhaps I had a good nights rest.

Though I'm not a Christian, I'm really inspired when I think about God. IOt's not like I imagine some guy in the sky but the image in my head is actually inspired by an episode of Futurama.
(Bender: First I WAS God, then I MET God!)
God is represented by a nebula with glowy stars. The episode won a Writers Guild Award so it's certifiably perfect in every way.

This image has stayed with me because there's nothing more mysterious than stuff out there in the universe (except maybe ghosts but they're not as pretty). This also adds to the personality-less-ness I percieve about God... as something that doesn't favour or get angry or grant wishes. God is just out there reminding me that I'm connected and alive, which is apparently all I need to be inspired.

10:06 p.m. - 2007-06-04

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