spiced gouda. calamata olives. good coffee. the occassional guilt-ridden smoke, beer, writing complaint letters to the cbc hosts i love to hate. music. swimming from the canoe. red wine. writing letters. lying in the hammock. taking pictures. talking to strangers. working on the parts of my bike that get detroyed weekly at bike polo. saturday's pedantic globe columnists on sunday afternoon. the great eastern. dinners that start after nine. waking up early to wax the cross-country skis, heading out to that cabin in the woods for breakfast. bruises and scraped knees, swollen elbows and near misses.
Music
Tom Waits, Modest Mouse, Pavement, Sparklehorse, RJD2, Sufjan Stevens, Yo La Tengo, Bloc Party, The Go Find, Greyboy, Boards of Canada, The Flaming Lips, Martin Tielli, Peaches, Thievery Corporation, Greyboy Allstars, Broken Social Scene, Wintersleep, The Decemberists, Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, Interpol, Elliot Smith,
Do Make Say Think, Blackalicious, Meligrove Band, Johnny Cash, The New Deal, She Wants Revenge, Fat Freddy's Drop, The Appleseed Cast, Royksopp, The Notwist, Le Tigre, and Bob Dylan among about a billion others.
Movies
six degrees of separation, delicatessen, central station, science of sleep, human nature, i love huckabees, rushmore, the royal tannenbaums, volver, in fact, anything by pedro almodovar, it's all gone pete tong, too many more...
Television
hatching, matching, and dispatching; little britain, absolutely fabulous, red dwarf, and the news. i don't have a tv but i can remember watching it, the thing is i hate commericials. they say that when you watch tv your heart rate is lower than when you're sleeping and i believe them. so i listen to the venerable public broadcaster instead: wiretap, the great eastern, anything with eleanor wachtel, ideas, dispatches, brave new waves, radio3, promo girl and the voice.
Books
off the top of my head fishboy by mark richard, the passion by jeanette winterson, ridley walker by russel hoban, growth of the soil by knut hamsun, love in the time of cholera by gabriel garcia marquez, in the skin of a lion by michael ondaatje, anything by douglas coupland, anything by kurt vonnegut, by grand central station i sat down and wept by elizabeth smart, letters to a young artist by rainer maria rilke, and the two best books i've read this past year-- vernon godlittle by dbc pierre and the peoples' act of love by james meek.
Heroes
my mom, my twin sister, ghandi, jesus christ, and maurice richard-- pretty much in that order.
le jackal's Details
Status:
Single
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
London, Ontario
Body type:
6' 3" / Athletic
Religion:
Agnostic
Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
Education:
College graduate
Occupation:
graphic designer
le jackal's Schools
QUEEN'S UNIVERSITY
Kingston, ON
Graduated: 2001
Student status: Alumni
Major: History
Minor: Math
Clubs: Grad Club Drinking Society
1996 to 2001
CENTRAL SECONDARY SCHOOL
London, Canada
Graduated: N/A
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
Clubs: sthil chainsaw team, track, smoking pit
1985 to 1990
le jackal battling infection, the bloody nose, and the glorious afterfade of new york. Sore. Posted at 5:02 PM Oct 23, 2007 view more
This past Canada Day weekend we held an in-town tournament, the "East Van Northern Crown", which was essentially the Canadian championship title for anything west of Kanata, Ontario. We'll let the Ottawa crowd claim what's left over in eastern Ontario, communist Québec, and the job-stealing Maritime jurisdictions. Newfoundland surely deserves its own title, they speak a completely different language and we wouldn't want to play them anyway.
Once again like the good old Dollar the Americans with a little help from a Canadian squeak by to victory in Victoria. Great playing and great games the time will not come soon enough when we see each other on the court again. Keep practicing cause you know I will.
here in pest.. the polo is weak you would kill any of the people that have been playing.. I am trying to ease them into it. yes a few of my dirty tricks have come out but the blood offering has yet to fall from anyone as far as I know(there did play for a bit while I was in italy)
I think I already mentioned how jealious I am of you and your cool Travels.. NYC for Polo!!! you know they alow the old mallet under the front wheel in New yourk right. I hope budapest embraces this rule, sofar the blood offerings to polo gods has been small. but if you notice the first time we played here we used the huge steel posts which were Killer on the body.
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