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

for a moment, in bed, i literally lost all sense of where i was.. i couldn't ground myself

... opened a book of poetry on the airplane and felt my heart combust while trailing along that quiet line of gunpowder

the discomfort of lacking an academic voice coupled with this absurd paralysis; this inability to work through a piece... to write

f's phrase of the month: I'm one of my friends-and-relations...I'm myself, that's how I'm related

seen in a new manuscript, the following response to an editor's note:

"can-of-worms alert"

it's quite sad that in this day and age i'm still impressed by and mindful of commercials that show me:

-mixed-race couples
-men in non-traditional roles (diaper changer, homemaker, nurse, etc)
-women in non-traditional roles (construction worker, electrician, mechanic, etc)

the nerve-wrecking afternoon of an american election..

Chapter XI

...in which she reads me the final chapter of Winnie-the-Pooh and we hold each other lovingly in our leftest hearts

i dreamt that i was a police officer in charge of transporting a violent rapist to jail. we went on a cruise ship and holding his hand ensured that he wouldn't escape. twice i let go for a moment, and he ran .. twice i found him.. once, in tears. i learned that he had been repeatedly raped by his father as a child; that when he felt weak or embarrassed, his eyes glazed over with a cold, empty look that i could soothe by putting his head to mine and forcing him to focus until his wits returned

i knew that at some point he would come to understand the terrible things he'd done. i decided that i would help him, when that happened..

you curled around me like a cat.. and i was so thankful for that moment.. my heart nearly broke

my angel.

when i think of you it's of our first year together. i knew you no better.. we were no closer.. we were not, necessarily, happy.... but the memories are good

why are politicians' wives seen as speaking exclusively to the female voter, whereas the politicians themselves are required to address all genders?

uneasy..terribly uneasy..

upset about the lost wallet, keys..but even more so about their lack of return and what it means

i would like to see more written about the emotional, psychological and intellectual benefits of a university education rather than the constant chatter about employment: "Unemployed, Unhappy, and Drowning in Debt"