The upswing of my dead guitar is that I now have long enough nails on my left hand to warrant a coat of polish. (I've been playing flute lately. Nails don't matter for flute and I thought I'd try to have nice nails for Cuba. God, how vain eh? You have no idea.) My toenails are almost always painted but I'm not used to having my hands out of ( Read more... )

So I came home from class and Kyle's dark brown hair was already the colour of toffee. (Bless him for trying to do it himself rather than ask me to do it for him. He knows how busy I am right now.) He wanted to make it light blonde but it only pulled to the colour of turnips. The inside of turnips, not the outside. This comparison came to light ( Read more... )

There's a hummingbird nest outside my office window. It looks like a hollowed out pine cone. It's on the other side of the cedar hedge, so I can't see the actual nest from here, but I'm on the family's flight path. They don't come when I stare out the window and wait, they whizz by when I look at my monitor; their zippy movements catch my eye. The ( Read more... )

I drove the family car into a duck pond at the age of four. Well, maybe "drive" is too ambitious of a word. I was playing driver in our Ford Cutlass while my mother visited her friend inside a small farm house on the outskirts of Guelph, Ontario. I must have knocked off the emergency brake and the car did a slow reverse down the sloped driveway and ( Read more... )

Ho-ly! Less than a month until Cuba. Twenty-seven days. Crikey. Still eight things on my school assignment and exam To-Do list ( Read more... )

Conrad Black lost his court case. The judge slammed Black's "cunning" attempt to sell all the shares in one of his companies for personal profit. Of course, those in the "company" also want a profit. And growth. That's the game, which I only have the vaguest understanding of, which is my choice. (You can't know everything about everything. I choose ( Read more... )

Driving down the left lane on the highway at 90km/h, round a bend and the car ahead of me swerves to miss a white five-litre bucket, knocks it dead centre. Cement barrier to my immediate left, steady stream of cars to my right and behind me. I brake, but not too fast because I want to make sure the guy behind me sees that I'm stopping. For a ( Read more... )

What Yetis do for fun: http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf

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You know it's real when a kid misses pizza day lunch ( Read more... )

in the night, you fell ( Read more... )