I am sitting at the kitchen table with my computer while on the phone with my mom and Christine walks in and asks me what I'm doing. I tell her I am looking at recipes for placentas. She breaks out into a grin and tells me I am perfect and leaves, both of us laughing ( Read more... )

I was listening to "Mediocrity Rules" by Le Tigre, a song I used to listen to in ninth grade. Just listening to it evokes all the feelings and thoughts I had six years ago. I was so fresh then, and yet I thought I was the most jaded thing on the face of the earth. I was so idealistic, and so marginal because of it. I need to learn to appreciate how ( Read more... )

Volunteered at the used book sale today, got these books:

• Blueprint for Counter Education (1970) - had enormous posters inside with weird hippie/political philosophy student rhetoric on it! It's so cheesy, it's cute.
• I and Thou, Martin Buber
• Not a Piano Key, Yaacov Luria
• Science of Education and the Psychology of the Child, Jean Piaget
• Foods of the ( Read more... )

Funny how, on a lonely night, I can read about music and burlesque shows and waxing places and parties going on in this beautiful, pulsating city, but my most real experience of it be to merely peer out into a Mile End street at 2am wondering where are all the people that I could craft into friends? Where are the people who will become part of my

I wonder about our emotions, our psyches, our mental health. When a person loses control in rage, is that an extreme of their behavior (an angry horse galloping to an edge within the corral of the fixed range it is capable of behaving in, that corral fixed by our human nature [archetypes] and/or our culture's socialization [life experience])? Is it ( Read more... )

Today I am having a foul day ( Read more... )

Every night, when everyone has gone to sleep and quiet reigns...

...I am slaughtered.

Tonight, for the first time in a while, I am happy.

I am just here, with myself, by myself, not alone, content with this moment:

I am walking around in a bikini with my hair tied up so I don't feel any of it on my neck or back, listening to Tool (and later, Mexican/Argentine lesbian cumbiapunk), having just eaten delicious vegan Peruvian food, ( Read more... )

My name is Sofia ( Read more... )

• eating tabbouleh and hummus;
• strolling along Plateau streets at night;
• Montreal people;
• dinner and conversation with Jon;
• realizing I have a good friend in Kevin;