Sitting on the A train, heading downtown from Harlem. Living my dream. Heading to a niche New York eatery and an evening of art. From this dream I would edit the 12 hours spent in an emergency room in Queens. Hours full of distant moans and pleas for God, hallways Read more…
Wednesday’s hump was sizable. I revised the About page on the blog. It is normally not a noteworthy endeavor but as happens when you avoid doing something, everything is that much weightier when you finally get around to it. I haven’t been inspired to make any notes from The Middle Read more…
Who still says that? Jessica can’t believe he just said that. Right now? Jess hasn’t watched TV in ages; she overhears everyone going on about the current rage of butlers, British wit and fantasy worlds that straddle past and future. Jess wishes for a way to straddle present and future, Read more…
It is 10:40 am, I’m sitting cross-legged in the middle of my mat and there is a block on either side of me. I’m quite proud of myself for even being here, I’ve made it to exactly three 10 am classes this year. Mornings aren’t my thing. I swing my Read more…
Yesterday I heard someone say that they had a great Monday morning because it felt like a Sunday morning. I was immediately envious. On Monday I had to get up with the alarm even though my body wasn’t ready, I had residual irritation from the overly long and underwhelming Oscar Read more…
inspired by the smiling woman at the TDcanadatrust bank at CAMH 8 min, 2.12.13 @ Starbucks, Queen + Ossington, TO She always smiles and says hello to the Security Guard when she goes in to use the ATM. She tries to remember to look him in the eye and acknowledge Read more…
I went to see the film Holy Motors last night. Wow. I hadn’t read any reviews because I didn’t want other people’s impressions to color my experience. I do know that it made a ton of top ten lists and is lauded all over the globe. But “Wow” is my Read more…
muttered to myself @ the traffic light, Bathurst and College, TO composed in the car, northbound on Bathurst, 1.11.13, 11:30am He’s making his way into the bus shelter because clearly he should not get all those bandages wet. His head is a checkerboard of white band aids and scalp. A Read more…