I’ve also just launched my very own photoblog: Fotografia. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while but I was, as usually, being very picky and selective about not only when to start but also what software to use. I finally settled on Pixelpost and customized it a little. And I also realized that I might as well just do it. I hope to post each day with whatever I find interesting. Hope you enjoy it.

Oh, and since 3 blogs aren’t enough, you should also check out SnappyTracks with SmackyJacks, which is a blog that my dearest and I update with our adventures. Ok so Sandy does most of the writing, I just take pictures

Yet the sun reflects from the office towers to the east with its first rays touching the surface of the city. A warm and welcoming pink glows from the clouds. Birds start their songs and take to the skies from their sleeping places in groups, feeling the sharp morning air and looking for their first meal. The noise level on Queen Street West is at first quiet. Then slowly it raises as more streetcars travel on the steel tracks, and the cars start to come awake with their masters at the wheel heading towards their destinations. A city man with its bright reflective yellow jacket, sweeps the sidewalk. Construction cranes are already moving their heavy loads. The beeps from a truck backing up can be heard echoing and bouncing off the faces of the buildings. Car horns. Metal pipes hitting the ground. Screakie streetcar breaks. It is a slow cadence that if one listens for it, can give you the feeling of a city waking up. But it’s not just a feeling. The city is waking up. And somewhere out there, some lucky pigeons are enjoying a fat piece of banana bread.

I’ll be part of this process in a short little while. I’ll be just another human, following the daily routine that gets one to work. It sounds boring yet not always. You do the same thing every day. Some days its easier then others. Some days you don’t want to leave the warmth of your bed, the softness of your pillow, the tender touch of your partner. You hit snooze a few times hoping for a little more blissfulness, the return to the dream you were just having. One more sweet embrace…

But you get up. You belong out there too. You have a place to take, a part to play. Soon you’ll be in it. Soon you will struggle to remember what right now feels like. Soon you will be standing in the crowded street car, reading your book, listening to your ipod or alone with your thoughts. Soon you’ll be at your desk, or behind your counter, saying good morning to your co-workers or customers. Knowing that they too have gone through their own struggles to get up and be here in their own way. Different yet the same.

The day has started. There is new hope in the air, a smile on your face. Get out there.

Well, the goal of the site is to allow us, consumers, to express our experiences with the multitude of businesses that we deal with on a daily basis. As such, i’ve posted my first story about Mr Greek.

Now i’m hungry.

161143, originally uploaded by johncavacas.

Too cool for words…

This morning, on the way to work and on my 3rd replay of The Killers Mr. Brightside, I started to think once again that maybe it was time to go back to playing guitar. Maybe it was the song, or fumes from the streetcar (it did end up breaking down), but I started to feel this repressed desire of the need to create music, enjoy it and sharing it with others. Why?

Before the kids came along, I though I would become a musician. It’s what I did. I played a heck of a mean guitar and from what I’ve been told I was very talented. Then, I had to become responsible almost overnight, and the interest in playing although still there, was no longer in my immediate focus. It has remained like this for the last 12 or so years.

I want to play again.