There’s homework I ought to be doing right now, but it doesn’t appear to be happening. Which is to say, my homework doesn’t seem to have any propulsion, independent of myself. I’m trying to think how I might be able to transform an old showerhead and an elapsed playstation into a practical homework motor, but it isn’t coming to me. Maybe if I dig ( Read more... )

When I lived in Toronto, I used to walk down to the harbour a couple of nights a week to visit the 24-hour coffee store. I would buy a mulled cranberry thing, which is exclusive to Second Cup, I think, and then I would trace this long route beside the lake, past hotels, and restaurants, and docks. Eventually, I would come to this wide deserted dark ( Read more... )

I run, now. I run for impossible spans of time like someone in a Banana Yoshimoto story. It’s my last stand. Against something ( Read more... )

So evidently my sister had a good basketball game, today. She made some good moves, or something. That's the kind of statement which means nothing to me, but brings up vivid images of muscle bound girls making thigh-shaking mad dashes at hoops in the air to everyone else in my family ( Read more... )

I mean, look, it just became really annoying. I wanted to clog my updates page with meal descriptions, and book reports. I'm trying not to worry, too much, about the kind of irrevocable stain this could very well make on my character ( Read more... )