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Monday, February 9th, 2009
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2:25 pm
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So.
This year I'm taking the long way around. Instead of publishing shameful excuses for legitimate book-goals in advance, I'm going to be doing the work, then reaping the benefits. (Thought I'd put a different spin on things since my last two years have flopped miserably!)
Blah, blah...Canadian authors...all that. You know.
Beloved by Toni Morrison
The Freedom Writers Diary: How a Teacher and 150 Teens Used Writing to Change Themselves and the World Around Them by The Freedom Writers with Erin Gruwell
Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry
Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation by Lynne Truss
No One Belongs Here More Than You: Stories by Miranda July
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
**Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather O'Neill
The Stone Gods by Jeanette Winterson
Rent Girl by Michelle Tea & Laurenn McCubbin
Deaf Child Crossing by Marlee Matlin
Rose of No Man's Land by Michelle Tea
**I Am a Red Dress by Anna Camilleri
**Fables of Brunswick Avenue by Katherine Govier
** = o canada!
current mood: hopeful
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2008
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6:02 pm
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this is a time to be humbled. i cannot afford an ego today.
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| Thursday, August 7th, 2008
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10:54 pm
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I had anticipated Calgary would be the highlight of this trek cross-country. In fact, I almost booked a second overnight stay. Now I am dreading dawn and the eight or so of hours left glaringly vacant for me to fill in this city before my evening departure. I want to wake up in beautiful British Columbia to parted lips and a hungry tongue sooner than later. (Whose parted lips and hungry tongue is to be determined at a later date.)
An Ode to Hostelling: Calgary-style
I wonder if we were not such stark strangers - we; us; the five in this room - would there be a single difference in our positions on these couches? In our rhythmic, independent keystrokes or penstrokes? Would conversation ensue? Would we even glance up?
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Four corners - four glowing monitors. The man in the middle ponders over Sudoku and scratches his forehead just above his left eyebrow whenever I cast my gaze in his direction. He is defenseless against my scrutiny - he knows not what I write.
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Go to a youth hostel to make new friends. It is what we are all doing here. Except in this overstuffed common-room, five silent bodies, ten darting eyes, fifty agile fingers, and ten sealed lips protest in disillusionment.
current mood: too damn tired for this
current music: the awkward rotation of a fan in a silent room full of people
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| Friday, July 11th, 2008
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7:31 pm - i just resurfaced and here you are
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Confession:
Upon receipt of an incoming call from a phone number with which I am unfamiliar, I deliberately ignore the four rings until my voice mail picks up. If there is no coherent message to speak of, I then instinctively search the number on canada411.ca.
It just occurred to me that the world is terribly small these days, and that we are all potential stalkers. Yikes.
current mood: somewhat taken aback
current music: ani difranco, small world
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| Tuesday, July 8th, 2008
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12:45 pm
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every time i see a little red car
i do a double-take to be sure
it isn't you.
do you know how many times
i have unwittingly jerked my head today?
i imagine
if each of us had our own unique vehicle––custom-made
to accommodate our individual heights and weights, exact hair colour,
astrological signs,
sense of humour,
tone of voice, our
most intimate smells and sexual
proclivities––
that i might be spared a life’s worth of heartache
and spying out my window
at my unsuspecting neighbour backing into her driveway
then lifting the hatch
to drag in the groceries.
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2008
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4:00 pm
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"Vade Mecum"
I want the scissors to be sharp
and the table perfectly level
when you cut me out of my life
and paste me in that book you always carry. --Billy Collins
Happy Canada Day
current mood: exasperated
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| Monday, June 30th, 2008
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9:23 pm - bad dreams like this roll in like a cold front
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there is a sweet, sweet bicycle laying upright against the wall in my backyard. i would love to take it for a spin tonight, but i've spent the majority of the weekend timid and tense - i am learning about bleeding and it will be weeks before i ride again.
and of bikes and riding: i think fondly of n. and the passing of time; i am increasingly inspired to go-go-go-get away from here. me: so unwholesome next to her sound righteousness. my debt to her: an impossible vacuum in which i will surely burn infinite. (still, i won't go down easy - i am no smooth elixir.)
with my palms outstretched and ticket in hand, i will cross your waters some day.
current mood: guilty
current music: a. difranco, icarus
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| Sunday, May 25th, 2008
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10:46 am
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i am going to bomb this.
too spaced to do it right, too grounded to take it lightly. and i'm sorry on top of things. i have been too.... and not enough.... i forget the sensation of firmer ground.
balance, you say. what's that?
current music: kaki king, joi
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| Saturday, March 15th, 2008
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9:26 pm - twisted tits and face smashed against the mattress
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| Wednesday, March 12th, 2008
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9:43 pm
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"Provisions"
What should we have taken
with us? We never could decide
on that; or what to wear,
or at what time of
year we should make the journey
So here we are in thin
raincoats and rubber boots
On the disasterous ice, the wind rising
Nothing in our pockets
But a pencil stub, two oranges
Four Toronto streetcar tickets
And an elastic band holding a bundle
of small white filing cards
printed with important facts.
--Margaret Atwood
current mood: anxious
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| Monday, March 10th, 2008
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4:20 am - baby 'cause in the dark you can't see shiny cars
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i have no shortage of things to accomplish during this insomniac spree, yet i find myself surfing idly and glancing over my shoulder in increasingly infrequent intervals. there is something about the night that changes this house, even with all the lights on. i try to read and am interrupted by my own imagination's frightful fancies. i type away with one earphone in, straining to listen against the low volume for...what? i don't know.
onto other things. i find this amusing:
current mood: awake
current music: tee and ess, umbrella
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| Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
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9:45 am - i'm on the same side as you i'm just a little bit behind
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current mood: weird
current music: cat power, willie
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| Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
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12:47 pm - anti-bullying
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| Thursday, February 21st, 2008
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10:01 pm
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oh sweet black universe, give me back candy's address!
i cannot accept that i've lost her for good. not as long as i can still hear her hearty, wild-woman growl-howl over the grinding gears of the greyhound we shared once upon a time.
come back, ms roo.
current mood: despaired
current music: k. king, these are the armies of the tyrannized
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| Monday, February 18th, 2008
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3:15 pm - mindless self-indulgence
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Directions: Type "(your name) is" with the quotation marks, into a Google search then pick out your favorite 5 responses. Copy, then repost your responses. Here are mine:
Christel is a gentle, cuddly little girl who is also helpful and independent.
Christel is not a member of any public groups.
christel is an independent privately owned company based in hampshire
Christel is the youngest of four children with a solo-quality father and a mother who directs children's choirs at church.
Christel is accused of an assassination attempt and finally condemned.
The Blogalyser reveals...Your blog/web page text has an overall readability index of 14.
This suggests that your writing style is conventional
(to communicate well you should aim for a figure between 10 and 20).
Your blog has 8 sentences per entry, which suggests your general message is distinguished by clarity
(writing for the web should be concise).
CHARACTER MATRIX| male |   | female |
| self |    | world |
| past |    | future |
Your text shows characteristics which are 54% male and 46% female
(for more information see the Gender Genie).
Looking at pronoun indicators, you write mainly about yourself, then the world in general and finally your social circle. Also, your writing focuses primarily on the present, next the past and lastly the future.
Find out what your blogging style is like!
EDIT: So, chreid, your LiveJournal reveals...
You are... 2% unique (blame, for example, your interest in mélissa laveaux) and 16% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing). When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.
Your overall weirdness is: 18(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 37% of other LJers.)
Find out what your weirdness level is!
current mood: apathetic
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12:45 pm - if you're gonna do it overdo it
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What's your take on the abundance of Obay ads posted around the city?
I love them. I'm anxious for the corporate revelation in the coming weeks though, and that makes me a little afraid. The Conformists are taking a stab at non-conformity, what, by releasing ads that have piqued interest all over the city and all. A bit of sick humour and everyone stands at the utmost attention - are we really that cynical? I know I am. (I must say, I am far more intrigued by this little gem than the Bell-gift-fiasco from a few winters ago. Remember those damned blue presents plastered over every inch of available wall space in this city?)
A sheep I may be, so bring it on, Corporate Canada!
(An article I found on Torontoist.)
current mood: cold
current music: ani, used to you
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| Friday, January 11th, 2008
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11:28 pm
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It seemed, at the time, a very good idea to destroy all evidence of having ever known her. She was already on her way over, but this blaze was a quick one and it burned hot and fast, understanding the urgency. The smoky clouds were cleared by the penetrating glare of the full moon, and the scent was absorbed by a bounty of pine. Clean slate.
Later, when she came around for her things and to slaughter the unworthy, run-around swine, she was sore and surprised. Nothingness replaced her remaining belongings. Empty space. No body in the vulnerable, blistering void. No deliciously severed prize-pig tonight. She swung and raised her axe suddenly and lashed out at the supple earth beneath her. With a primitive roar, she split the soil and rendered the merciless exposure of the private confines of anthills and tree roots. The weapon wedged in the ground and mocked her: sharp, tall, upright.
She abandoned the axe. She trudged through the gardens. Collapsed in the car, and finally awoke.
current mood: exhausted
current music: kaki king, close your eyes & you'll burst into flames
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| Friday, January 4th, 2008
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12:52 am
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forgive away in the excitement
of certain happiness and a blonde promise
fate!
i will propose my ornament
but darling
not tonight
current mood: elated
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| Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
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10:21 pm - keep your eye on that one
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Ani D. meets the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Could I have a bigger dream come true?!
(This is actually pretty cute.)
current mood: amused
current music: ani, anticipate
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| Sunday, December 9th, 2007
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10:40 am - if you always get up late you'll never be on time
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dreamt of strangers knocking on the back door, commuter planes parked in the driveway, the neighbour-kids climbing through holes in the drywall.
i am expecting a visitor, it seems.
current music: broken social scene, swimmers
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