Announcments Announcments Announcements

First, Generation Mag is en route!! Will be Launching me first independant (sort of) Lit mag next Friday at Milk...everyone better freeking be there!

Second, It's Thursday (an original play by me that was a production just in the writing) is opening Saturday, April 8th; 8:00pm, Jackman Studio, University of Windsor. This time when i say everyone better be there i freaking mean it. I am so terrified and excited for it. i haven't written a play since highschool and its been getting decent reviews so it may be entertaining (i refuse to reread it cause it was such a traumatizing write so i don't really remember what its about..sex i think)

Third, Filth, a Zine is nearly at press...i dunno when its launching but its almost in the can too.

Fourth, Reading book 9, Paradise Lost TBA probably Saturday april 1 in the pm...

fifth, i have to go to class now...more news later

Club 801

now isn't life just a bloody practical joker. just a run of the mill joker. i'd say like the club, but what does that mean 801? i don't think it means anything. i think its just a place in this zany city. isn't it strange to have more than one venue on the same street named for its address...i think that is odd. but i suppose that it isn't really odd, its probably pretty normal (I'm a terrible judge of these things).

but about life that really never closes the door, even in the winter, even when you pay the heating bill and never leave any doors open yourself life will come along and open them all up and let everything flood in and all the heat flood out.

not that its any colder outside with this nonwinter now nearly spring (on monday i think).

i wish it wasn't resume season. but thats not true. anyone got some gameful employment for me. i want something fun and design oriented (or medical based) who amd i kidding i don't have the staying power for medicine, i don't have the sheer will or determiniation... well maybe a little bit.

okay bye

centennial post

wow, i feel like i should say something good... being up so early to make this post. but then that would require me thinking up something good at before 6 in the morning. maybe i should go back to sleep and think on it.

i think that marty is rubbing off on me a bit. i just don't sleep like i never used to. but even more so i wake fully reseted after 3-4 hours of rest and function all day long without out detriment.

i was up till almost 3 reading. oscar zeta acosta. interesting piece. the revolt of the cockroach people. im a little concerned that we a reading this piece so rice in the issues of racial and ethnic interaction, in a class of people whose main interracial interaction has been poutine, and meeting anglican protestants instead of genevan protestants... but we aren't discussing race in any facet...except when i bring it up. and then we discuss superficially and without much intent for understanding, mostly only for academic gesturing and posing. instead we are reading a piece around the possible assimilation of culture in america and the possiblity that assimilated cultures could engaging in ever failing revolts. regardless of their allegorical position near the cockroach.

anyway. it is still a pleasant read.

i have ideas about milton that i want to discuss but no one to discuss them with. im going to chat with pender about book nine. i think it would be fabulous.

okay time for breakfast, cocoa says.
see you later

ps: in the immortal words of Rafiki, crazy weather out there...

milton and other dead poets

hmm.

im not thinking about dead poets..well i am im reading, but on hiatus from that just now. i wanted to mention plants, i invested in new plants (and new jeans...though they aren't nearly as newsworthy as the plants) on sunday. a fern as bit as a tv...well as big as the broken tv in my living room. that really needs to find its way to the curb.

on alighter subject (namely that of being the root of most evil) i would like to take up my brave cause to create some chaos. im tired of being stressed, time to go dancing and start gaining some weight (i must be the only woman on the planet worried about being underweight who isn't currently receiving treatment for cancer...but anyway) also on the subject of health. i, while catching up on sleep last night, did one of those things you loath to do while sleeping; agreed to talk on the phone (i also too agreeable when im asleep) anyway while talking on the phone i agreed to write valmont out of the play... of course in the morning i thought maybe that was adream, but the director assures me i did agree to do it. further (and this part i have no recollect of) i agreed to rewrite tyson into a different person. ie not the big barrelling beast, but rather the snide jealous wimp...hmm.

okay well i suppose i should be working on that and not on this...but this is easy. especially in the library with all these card playing students.

okay i should let studious roo rub off on me a bit now.

not emmensly, but still confused

we are live on location from our remote sensing operation just off the mark where i am about to bring you a very important lesson on the importance of being ernet...hemingway.

strike that, reverse it.

hemingway, being of importance on the lesson important very a you bring to about am i where marff the off just operation sensing remote our from location on live are we

what a bad mum

me... not you mum (my mum...the real one)

i forgot my cat's birthday...well the day that about a decade ago i designated as her birthday...and i didn't actually forget it, i gave her a card and took her out for a drink (or tuna water, that was actually drunk in the kitchen...but its the thought tha counts right). what i mean by forgot is that i forgot to recognize her momentous age in cyberspace...so happy belated cocoa. i think she is 17 but i can never quite get the math right, it seems even when i tie a string to the first tree and go all the way around i still can quite settle if there are 26 or 25 trees in the enchanted place...

edward bear what are you doing in the library... i like it here...its sterile. there isn't any chocolate, however.

i know how it is.

okay so there has been this intense debate in the world just now around the need for general pedagogical reform. im all for it, if it means that i wont be accosted so at the pub... lets talk mono a mono here, there is a real need to teach people in a way to free their minds or to tie their minds to little machiens (like frank here)...but really, if you can't even have a conversation in, before after a class what is the point. if you can't even retain the transmitted message long enough to recite it to an interlocuter two hours later what is the point of going at all. stay home i say. have a glass of wine (if you aren't sick) and talk to your cats (real or metaphoric) and don't worry about my pigtails...they are in need of brushing.

goodnite

can everybody hear me?

wouldn't it be something if backyard cookouts were a thing of everyday occurence, if we all could build fires and stand and watch glowing embers without expectation... i am so behind i think that the best way to spend the next ten minutes is in deep contemplation of the beauty of all things auditory. isn't is just lovely to sometimes just listen, play like a fly on a wall and just silently listen to the world, or to conversations or to gossip or to devious ditto plans. one shouldn't scheme when listening, and when truly listening, one doesn't...at least this one doesn't scheme nearly so much. i think i may take up another vow of silence. i dont know when but i think i'd like to do it for a good week. maybe late in march.

okay, my ten isn't up, but im going to go get back on track