Wednesday, November 13, 2013


new muse have i: charlie brooker.  

favourite excerpts include: 

I've recently been overwhelmed by the sheer amount of jabber in the world: a vast cloud of blah I felt I was contributing to

Incidentally, I'm aware this is Olympic-level navel gazing, but you're a human being with free will who can stop reading any time. Here, have a full stop. And another. And another. There are exits all over this building.
Twitter's better for back-and-forth discussion anyway, if you could be arsed with it. Yelling out the window at passersby is another option.
and he posted this pic and caption with the article:
It's time for me to stop shouting …
A stock shot of a man sharing one of his many fascinating opinions. Photograph: Alamy

he's also behind this beautiful, bleak show black mirror which doesn't compare to any tv i've ever seen.  it's out of this world fantastic.

halloween happened.
other things happened too.  

for instance,

lou reed died.  

my father went to italy after not having been back since he left as a little boy.

i found a chinese restaurant in toronto that i like that delivers.

i now use/am a mobile device.

i still love love.

Sunday, April 07, 2013


flamingo tuxedo

the view

door eyes

the amy project

spring cleaning
roses in the sink

the ends

Tuesday, April 02, 2013

mary isn't happy

the kids all scream
her name and send
her valentines
she walks around
the schoolyard in
a daze and can
not follow what
it is her friend
is trying not to
say but mary
does like her friend's
ponytail and
she likes having
a friend though she's
watching the boys
play and dreaming
of being grown
with her kobo
saying prayers and
sleeping soundly

if the rain don't get me first

Monday, March 25, 2013

lady in waiting

mine eyes are all shelly duvall
on you

a couple weeks ago, tone and i got stuck in an ELEVATOR and you wouldn't believe it but a lot goes on in there, micro worlds of light normally missed whilst flying betwixt the floors

see?  between the walls,
the frozen light

vulcan light 

and rainbow disco jet

and deeper

another time though, to be exact,

march 2nd, 2013
the bloor line, westbound

 A female voice recording comes on the speaker to say she is sorry for the inconvenience.  

An old, male passenger yells out, "What the hell did he just say?  I couldn't understand any- hello?  Can I get a translation please?  In English?  We speak English here."

Some passengers look at him then look away.  The 'Next Stop'  recording plays.  

The old man yells out, "Hello?  Does anyone speak English here?"

Some of the passengers exchange glances.

"Arriving at Ossington.  Ossington Station."

The old man to himself, "Ossington.  I have no idea where the hell that is.  Some downtown lowlife - where the hell am I?"

then last monday, two stops from home, a power outage and we were in the dark and stopped for a half an hour.  it was peaceful and racingly still.

veronique, moi meme

my local growing pale

Saturday, February 23, 2013

more time with pony

my dad gave me these roses for valentine's day.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

chez pony

two weeks ago it snowed a lot 

annette was here.  we saw heather's baby william who is too cute and so pleasant and calm.  apparently he sleeps 9 hours through the night.  they just got lucky.  annette's in india now.  she has a room with a view.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

we are currently experiencing delays in all directions, coming out of a cold snap, chilling with the january birds

Sunday, January 06, 2013


when i get low i get high

oh, the things you can do with a sunday

this happened to my key chain.  one day it was the usual, two tight circles of metal, the next morning, this, with no trace of its previous form.  it makes no sense.

the curse of 2012, good riddance.   

open pages:

25 handy words that simply don't exist in english
vitamin B12 wiki
why new year's resolutions fail


this morning i got caught in some ladies who walk.  they were all decked out in cross trainers and fanny packs and windbreakers.  some wished they had started walking earlier in life and some reminded themselves of why they waited so long.  

at an intersection, i held back and let a pair pass me.  they were talking, one of them said she wanted to buy hiking boots, the other said she felt totally comfortable walking anywhere in the city alone.  i walked slow to increase the eventual distance between us til another pair caught up behind me.  i heard them coming and stood aside, one of them said thank you.

we walked another block, two pairs of ladies who walk ahead of me, black leggings and baseball caps and hats, arms going.  they stopped at a christmas tree as i caught up and heard them say that only recently, the tree had been full of birds.  i wonder where they went one lady said and a couple others laughed.  i passed them by, then they passed me again, a foursome ahead, two by two.

Friday, January 04, 2013

i like a lotta creme henry, a lot of creme

Friday, December 28, 2012


Why Neo-Atheism Has To Go

Whether you believe in God or not does not matter much,  whether you believe in Buddha or not does not matter so much; as a Buddhist, whether you believe in reincarnation or not does not matter so much. You must lead a good life. 

The Dalai Lama

It's popular to hide behind the word atheism these days, it's all over the web, it comes up in real life conversation and, in some circles it's acceptable to put down people who believe in god or participate in organized religion.  

I'm all for progress but when someone says they really know what's going on, I can't take them seriously. Atheism's as old a concept as theism and popular standpoints on the issue read as short-term-trendy.

I understand that many organized religions won't exalt my rights as a human being as I see fit and I know there are a lot of god fearing people who would probably like to kill me and all my friends if they had a chance, but who cares? Concluding that all religion is bad is a cyclical hypocrisy, ie: I will not tolerate the intolerant. 

Even the most studied physicists on the planet are divided on the subject of god. What created the universe? Is there really free will?  We don't know any more about that than we did two thousand years ago.

Science has always been in flux, why should we presume what we know now is the real and final truth?