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No real reason I’ve not been blogging. I’ve been reading instead. I read an Ursula K LeGuin novel last week, The Dispossessed, and I loved it. It felt like she’d just read Atlas Shrugged and said, “I could write a way better book about individualism as a political choice than that” and then did. Now [...]
I tried to see that Stellet Licht movie at Cinematheque tonight, but I was about a dozen people away from purchasing a ticket when the place sold out. You could so tell that everyone in that line had a relationship with the language of Low German. Most people probably in the “I can understand more [...]
I’ve been away from the bloggery since realizing you don’t really need to read about my writing insecurities. But since that’s the only thing I do apart from read, watch baseball and go to work anymore, there hasn’t been a lot of good fodder for typing about going on. I’ve got about 10 days worth [...]
I’m rereading V right now and it’s making me angry. Not at the book, because it’s great like I remember it, maybe better now that I’ve got Pynchon-reading hanging a bit more where I can grab it in my skull than five years ago (and it’s the copy I bought in Dharamsala so I’m getting [...]
I didn’t page at all tonight. Just LSAing at the returns desk mostly. I checked in a lot of books and the time went much more slowly than normal. But it was probably a good thing because my legs are killing me from throwing myself around the frisbee field trying to maim friends and acquaintances [...]
So Jared and Sean and I are standing out by a mom-borrowed-car drinking absinthe. Or something blue-green anyway, could have been antifreeze. It was in a non-tupperware plastic container, the kind you usually put leftovers in.
And Jared is talking about comics and is trying not to go all “Antimatter” on me, fully aware of the [...]
I don’t know why but I spent a good chunk of the afternoon learning about the 9/11 Truth movement. All these people who dispute the accepted versions of the attacks. Oh no, I do know why. Because I was thinking about Watchmen and the big ol’ scheme involved within. Fictional disasters led into real ones [...]
My vegetarian stretching discovered its exact limit and that is the brain of a pig. I was fine all through cheap hotpot with Xiao Meng, her brother, cousin and one of their friends. I watched the congealed duck blood get slid into the spicy broth. I avoided the fish gut slime deftly. I even laughed [...]
All that ping pong and only one scar to show for it. On my elbow from a diving roll. When we left James walked with us, lots of Chinese chatting going on until he wanted to buy a drink and we left him behind. I felt like I’d been a bad student, using him for [...]
I like that while other provinces have namby pamby Family Day, Manitoba gets Louis Riel Day. And on Presidents’ Day no less.
I’ve just been rereading up a storm here. Finished 1984 this morning, and there’s a lot less to it than I remember from reading it in grade 12. Now I’m into Fear and Loathing [...]
