So tell me why, please. Am I not worth the effort--is silence all I deserve?

You know you're a CBC nerd when the announcement of future formatting changes excite/disappoint you.

Although, in this case, it's mostly exciting:

CBC Radio Changes

Although I haven't minded Freestyle as much as many people have (though it does grate at times), Jian Ghomeshi is my media hero. Like, literally. While it won't be the National Playlist, ( Read more... )

Stonecutter's Arms ( Read more... )

Amazing how the smallest things/non-things can affect one's thoughts and feelings ( Read more... )

(To write to and for myself is what I need; I need to see my words written up there to believe them, to understand them, to know where I am in my sometimes-crazy mind. I have done a lot of it, but not enough ( Read more... )

My canadiana: From Broken Social Scene to The Weakerthans to Hawksley Workman to Sarah Harmer to The Cowboy Junkies to Bruce Cockburn to Greg MacPherson to Stars to Marc Jordan to Blue Rodeo to Grand Theft Bus to Novillero to The Sadies to The Stills to The Hip to A Northern Chorus to K'Naan to Joel Plaskett to The Cash Brothers to Sarah Slean to ( Read more... )

I just brushed my teeth, as I do quite often, and once again experienced the pain of cold water meeting a too-minty mouth. Ever happen to you where the water is so cold that it doesn't necessarily hurt sensitive teeth, but your inner cheeks, your tongue, etc? It's like sucking on an icicle ( Read more... )

I've had somewhat of a revelation in the past few days as far as where I want to be after I finish *this* degree in April. I think I want to go back to school in the fall of 2007; earlier than I had thought, but I think I need a change of scenery more than anything, and if I'm in a program that I quite enjoy somewhere else, I can stand being a ( Read more... )

I'm listening to Northern Lights with Andrea Ratuski on CBC Radio 1 at 12:47am. I rarely listen to classical music, but it feels *right* when it's on the radio. On CBC ( Read more... )

I may not talk to you before then, and I may only know through the words you've been kind enough to share with me - happy Thanksgiving. It's a corny cliché, but I'm more than thankful you're out there, somewhere.

Thank you.

I shall think of you over the weekend.

Cheers (of wine, or beer, or water, or girly-sex-on-the-beaches) to you.