word of the day: defenestration

downton

i cried like a baby. i admit it

however, all that aside, i find it absolutely outrageous to suggest that at a time when homosexuals were reviled and persecuted it would be even remotely possible for a gay man to "make a mistake"

i dreamt that nobody wanted me; i tried both rooms and left, feeling hurt... confused... out of place in my own house

one of those tense morning dreams that leaves you irritable and bewildered

you don't tell me, so i don't ask. that also means i'll never know..

why am i writing so much? i suspect that, although we talk four times a day about every aspect of (my) life as well as the lives of TV characters (at my own insistence, of course), it never feels to be enough.

i have both the comfort and the utter torment of distance...

there is absolutely nothing you can do to hide from -24C.. not even indoors

left to my own devices, i go back to the lazy basics

- radish and cucumber salad w/ sour cream
- spaghetti with some random concoction of vegetables (onion and garlic, forgotten)
- something resembling خورشت بامیه but it's impossible to tell
- random (curried) concoction of vegetables
- egg
- tuna
- sandwich

i imagine, then, that any proper food i make...

آش رشته
کوکو سبزی
قورمه سبزی
خورشت کرفس
casserole
cabbage soup
vegetable & noodle stir fry

...i make not for myself, but for the family

Robert Fisk was not, himself, as inspiring as the crowd that came to see him tonight. I very nearly wept during one of several resounding ovations

the very first book i tagged has been published
:):)

feeling every single kilometre between us

je ne pense pas.

i dreamt that i was in a country like south africa during apartheid. there was an announcement on the radio: "we are coming for you." i took my son and ran; my husband remained to fend them off. the first time, we managed to get away. the second time, they found us hiding in a closet.. the fear of seeing those boots was simply paralyzing

the night is long

Happy new year, my darlings

Wishing you all health, love, and new beginnings

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld

re-reading the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice after Atwood's cycle of poems on the subject really changes things... where else, you wonder, is selfishness mistaken for love; freedom disguised as death..

"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me,"

when we wept, simultaneously, and couldn't continue

"...ever."

Well, English Breakfast is for breakfast, and Earl Grey is for tea

- Ronnie

Beautiful Vancouver

sick and tired of the way The Walrus/Canadians write(s) about Quebec..

this is some sort of maniacal neurosis that really, really has to be put aside