i wonder why the paper guy never fails to creep me out late at night/early in the morning. i was out front of the building during the wee hours enjoying what looks to me like the tail end of the nice weather we've been having, when i mistook the paper guy for a thief in reconnaissance. i figured he might have been a collector, driving around in his van to pick up discarded chairs and bottles and cans to sell out of the recycling boxes out on the street, but then i saw his newspaper in hand. i suppose the paranoia over newspaper guys dates back to my high school years in winnipeg, where i once woke up to a car pulling into my driveway. i went to the front door to see who was there, only to come across what i interpreted as a shadowy figure on my front walk throwing a brick at my front door.

spent yesterday evening and night at the el mo, where as part of a class assignment, i got to help record The Dream Band's reggae set. we used a really raw and basic method (we omly worked levels so that another class can do a proper mix) but it served as a fine opportunity to test out some of the stuff we learn in class. it's also rather nice to have your instructors' bosses listening to your mix in the phones while they close their eyes and bob their heads as a smile spreads across their cheeks.

i must go out and buy a couple of things today: a) the replacement for my one and only patch cable that i deemed too unimportant to pack after a few too man at a gig in kingston. b) some soap...i ran out yesterday and i feel so greasy under my clothes. i hate that shit!