Have you ever had a glimpse inside someone's life, someone you knew way back when and maybe you were friends or just acquaintances or enemies, it doesn't matter, and that person's relationships, career, worldview, come across as so eerily pristine, all their loose ends tie up so neatly, that you can't help but curiously search for the holes and the ( Read more... )

Phonaesthetically, the phrase 'cellar door' is considered the most beautiful in the English language (soften up the Rs, as in a UK accent). This is my list ( Read more... )

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The sky wears its silky grey like a pressed Oxford shirt. Trees above the creek, still winter-naked, stand saturated charcoal-black in long streaks by the unrelenting drizzle--always a drizzle, never a downpour. The Escarpment shields this little hollow of Ontario from any real precipitation. Sand arenas below the dingy picture windows are ( Read more... )

Written for Robin's birthday in October '10:

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( Pretty sure )

For my best friend of thirteen years:

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( Till the quarter runs out )

I wrote this for my old barn owner. It's all completely true.

Shoulda been studying all morning sitting in the cafe with my books strewn around learning about ATP and glucose. Instead I wrote songs.

Girlfriendit's twelve am on new years ( Read more... )

Today I was stuck, blocked, backwards, bored on the frets and slow on the strums as always and ever, so I thought, what's the difference anyway? and I wound each string off my guitar and wound the new ones on back to front instead of front to back ( Read more... )

Call me crazy or call me industrious: I had to run, even though my right foot was unbearably sore through the arch from running with a too-tight shoe last week and then spending two long days on my feet. I laced my running shoes as loosely as I could without inviting blisters and pointed my legs toward the beach ( Read more... )