the unbearable frostiness of being

If I was a crystalline mathematician, perhaps I could present the equation that predicts the fractal development of these ice formations. Unfortunately, I'm just a lowly literature student, frozen and trucking it to class.
Unbelievable, the cold! I know, I know--ultimately we lose out in the cold stakes--Saskatoon isn't even north enough to be central Saskatchewan. Really, gotta feel for the peeps in the Territories and Antarctica. But still--amazing to see temperature weft and warp the atmosphere.
College bridge loud and urgent. Engines roar at this temp, even at low speeds the sound cracking through the thin air...

And this guy startled me with his friendly shout to clear the way, almost dropped the camera, was slightly pissed but when I turned I realized he was being a good commuter, giving me a good five seconds to get out of the way. Kitted out he was, ski goggles on and givn'er.
And that's that--the Bessborough puffing away...Saskatoon, -38 below! I was late for class.

getting off easy?

um, no. this is this past saturday, at the entrance to the dog park...
...a bloody cold day. though not as cold as today, as it turns out. ice like a clenched fist, but bearable, if--you bundle up.

cross that bridge when i-

LOVE it when I nail a desire on the nose, with no suppose. Back in the day that meant buying a cassette tape sight unseen, just going on a feeling. Nowadays, but back then too, it's buying a book that gives good shelf. In the store I mean. Something positive, something challenging. Anyway, just bought Wicked Company by Phillip Blom. I've only read the intro, so don't expect a review (I know that's why you come here, all two of you!). Looks brilliant. The selectivity of history...in general--and these are my own ramblings--the societal-wide ignorance of the ideas that have shaped the world we currently live in--but quickly now, in the intro Blom lays down a sketch of two Enlightenment heavy-weights; Diderot, and Baron Paul Thiry d'Holbach--the latter of whom I've never heard of. And I'm looking forward to learning more. Atheist, free-thinker, dreamer of a world where all are equal and free to discover their potential--a society bonded by a natural altruism...well I'm not going to go any further before I learn more. I will say this--I never tire of being reminded of the fact that the most rote and tired exhalations of what we call the counter-culture have their roots in the lives and thoughts of men and women who lived hundreds and in some cases thousands of years before tv and rock music...that the urge to throw off the yoke is as old as--well who the fuck knows?

o and yesssss

he's back.
and that's how he rolls.

good lord, summer-

where have ye gone?

bibli-o-no-no

yes yes, back in the university library. o the memories. coughs, shuffling feet, crinkling paper, stray wafts from someone's lunchtime pita, insect click-clacks of endless laptops...and desktop graffiti, which has become...inspirational?
you know, i never thought of it in that way before. why not reach for the stars? who cares if i fall? i'm gonna land on a cloud! still, where's the incessant pornography and curse words i grew accustomed to in my twenties?
ah, there it is. i'll try to remember that sentiment come april.

hypernation

Here's Bellingham, England last year, in the depth of one of that season's cold spells.
And Saskatchewan this year; just another normal winter.

And my sink, circa the past couple of weeks. Frigid outside, inside warm and like The Cars sang, it's just what I needed.

1/11/11

a toast to quintet-one...

Tuscon, too soon: You're bringin' me doon!

So the crazy has happened again...and no I don't mean to speak pejoratively of the mentally ill. Six dead, many injured. A disturbed young man with a paranoid-political word-salad mind...believing that if he altered his grammar in certain ways, he would free himself from a government bent on controlling all our psyches.
Who to blame, who? The proverbial two peas in a pod? It MUST be one of them. It simply must be! Jibbering and jabbering at each other, flapping and clacking their beaks in a maddening media echo chamber.
Of course, that way true madness lies. This is not the fault of Sarah, nor is it the fault of Barack. It's too soon, much too soon to assign blame. What this young man did is horrific, a blight upon the world. How many lives destroyed? And for what? Do not sully them with talk of politics...but, you say; and this is true, too: the whole event is a product of the political zoo.

the future is...

a loamy green hillside. a trip down memory lane. old sorrows burned in the forge of the new. an evil twin? please, brother, please.

HIGH ROLLIN'

as you can see, things are pretty sweet

in oblong country.

this is my brain on...

...We Fight Til Death, an album by Windsor for the Derby; first time listen.
And yes, this was part of Christmas breakfast.

the life domestic

Well moved again, back to the city of my birth, the current city of university classes, city of a new home, all by my selfless (ha!). Nice long walk to school, through downtown, over the river, and bam!--construction zone.

So that's where my fees will be going....

Committed to doing as well as possible this rotation; planning on spending a lot of time in the flat, reading books and-well, reading more books. Good times ahead!