Every day is like Sunday. (Seriously -- I'm unemployed!)

I'm watching "The Cure Live in Berlin" on VH2, my new favorite channel. And I'm realizing I don't listen to them much anymore. I still think they're grrrreat (if you ignore the last three albums), but it's hard to listen to music that so vividly recollects my disaffected youth (smile). I remember sitting in the back seat of the Volvo on family trips or on the way to tournaments, plugged into my walkman in order to be as uncommunicative as possible. Daydreaming about Robert Smith rescuing me from school, sports practices, the suburbs. Or taking the looooooong way home after music theory class just so I could play mixed tapes super loud on the car stereo (you can only crank the volume so high in a split-level house). Or long nighttime country drives with friends, because there wasn't anywhere to go in Kingston when you're seventeen and they're cracking down on underagers at the bars.

I was almost imagining that the VH2 programmers had raided my music collection. Then I realized that I got into all those bands by reading British music magazines, in particular the late, lamented Select magazine. Well, duh. It only makes sense that the programming on the thirtysomething version of British music television reflects my tastes. I'm such a cliche. (The video for "There is a Light" by The Smiths makes me want to wear black-framed specs and ride my bike around Manchester with Morrissey. Sigh.)

I give you my much-missed hometown bedroom (hardwood floors, dontcha know), with posters unchanged since 1994. Yes, those are medals on the bulletin board. I was a decorated athlete in my youth.



So anyway, do they have Cappuccino-flavoured Pepsi Max in Canada? Because I could swear I just saw a commercial for it. Somebody should be fired for that idea.

Still no job, still no bank account, but I now have a Brita water filter which, while too big for our teeny tiny British fridge, will nonetheless improve my standard of living considerably.

Cheerio!