martin’s quest to throw good parties

so I’m spending the night with Martin who seems to have a gift for making things sexual. he’s lying here in his bed with a couple of young women in the dark. afshun is leaving for the airport soon. it’s 2 AM and he’s all hepped up on pepsi and chee-tos. his flight is at 6:30 AM. he’s calling his ex-roommate and ex-landlord. he woke them up in the middle of the night to tell them stories. who’s eating the lollipop? martin has glowing christmas lights running along the bottom of his wall. it’s like virginia wolff. I like cheese. it’s 2 AM.

another packed weekend + reflections

yeaaaaaaaa WOOO lots of news to give! after a long time of waiting, I finally got word that my previous employer at the SADC Nicolet-Bécancour received the approval for funding to continue developing the project I was working on last winter. Which means? I have a job, come the 14th of June! Another contract, this time for around four months. Yay! What else? Well, tomorrow morning (i.e. 4 AM) the Drummondville Bahá’ís will be getting together to commemorate the Ascension of Bahá’u’lláh, at France and Jessika’s place. Afterwards, I’m planning to hitch a ride with Nicole at 7 AM to go to Thetford Mines, to attend the funeral (“funeral celebration” – celebrating the progression of one’s soul from the limited material world to the unlimited spiritual worlds of God) of a Bahá’í friend of ours who had a long, arduous battle with cancer. sunday is our post-national-convention meeting, where we get together and hear what happened at the last Bahá’í National Convention, straight from our devoted delegate.

It’s such a joy. It’s just such a joy to serve and to encourage the friends in our community. I pray that I can do it all my life long, and every day do it better, do it more freely and naturally, do it with more confidence, do it with more selflessness and devotion.

Right now it’s my time to heal. Please, if you can spare a couple of prayers for me, pray that I might have the strength to accept the will of God, the strength to take the actions I need to take, to make the decisions I need to make in order to be able to heal.

I haven’t been saying a lot about it lately but it’s looking more and more probable that I might move back to Ottawa this fall, perhaps to study. It’s a hard decision to make, to come back, because I’ve grown to love this place so much, and there’s so much potential and such a crying need here, I don’t want to leave. Please pray that I might be helped in making this decision.


guess who I found sneaking around in Drummondville!

Christ, J.

I was considering calling the number to ask the occupant what his/her first name really was, but then I thought, man, he/she must get enough comments as it is with a name like that. A little respect, please!

or maybe I’m missing the spiritual experience of a lifetime… enh.

side note: The Québec Youth Conference is starting this afternoon. fun 🙂 messing around in a forest and a lake with a whol bunch of kids 🙂 and studying the letters of Shoghi Effendi no less! expect a phat whack of photos soon yo! PEACE

kids, don’t try this at home

bike ride of death

since I am of course insane, and a masochist, today I took a bike ride from Victoriaville to Drummondville. Total distance = ~ 55 km. Total time taken (yes you may laugh at me) = ~ 6 hours. the longest stretch was from Saint-Lucien to Saint-Cyrille. I thought I was going to die of exhaustion on the side of the road and become roadkill. the only thing that kept me going was chocolate cookies. I met some nice farmers in Sainte-Séraphine who filled up my water bottle for me. another guy there was on a bike ride too, although he looked in considerably better shape, and he befriended me. someone in Saint-Charles wasn’t looking and bumped into me with his car while coming out of a driveway, but fortunately he was going at like 1 km/h so I didn’t get hurt (and neither did my bike) (and neither did his car). amazing. I need to adjust my bell.

Why did I do this? because I am insane, and a masochist.

Will I do it again? not until I stop walking funny…