terrified of all my past silliness and immaturity and everything it's cost me

f's text of the day

in a matter of 10 minutes:

doon doon ate her lunch, meowed incredibly loudly, played with me, went to the bathroom, dropped as many items as she could to the ground, came down and played with some of those dropped items as well as the bath mat, and is now sitting on one of her 'hunted treasures' a.k.a my floss

the sophisticated effect of my black coat is somewhat undercut by winter boots that look like two furry animals eating my feet

so much for looking like an adult for our mortgage representative...

"Theorists of nationalism have often been perplexed, not to say irritated, by these three paradoxes: (1) The objective modernity of nations to the historian's eye vs. their subjective antiquity in the eyes of nationalists. (2) The formal universality of nationality as a sociocultural concept ... vs. the irremediable particularity of its concrete manifestations, such that, by definition, 'Greek' nationality is sui generis. (3) The 'political' power of nationalisms vs. their philosophical poverty and even incoherence."

-- from the Introduction to Benedict Anderson's Imagined Communities

everyone i saw in transit appears to be in shock. cold winters are the norm here, of course, but winters this cold in toronto, with temperatures approaching those of winnipeg--and for such an extended period of time--are simply disheartening. following the power outages and ice storms of late december, -35C seems like the final nail on the coffin.

i think we all feel now the way we normally do mid-february: exhausted.