Wednesday, November 30, 2011

HBD samuel clemens

 happy birthday mark twain, you were quite the fox circa 1867 

Thursday, November 17, 2011


2 years of blogging in one spot
that all started here.

Dreams from November 17th

A friend recommended that I travel to the north pole, I jumped up and flew there right away. I got to greenland, on a sole patch of bare rock in the whole icy plane. I landed, giant blue wales were beneath it, moving the land. The ice moved with the wales and I rode them to australia in minutes. 


The weather was patchy, the water moving downhill from heavy rain miles away, but when I got home I immersed myself in the familiar waters. I waded past my sister and I as children, playing knee deep between the buoys. I submerged myself and swam into the deep waters of the lagoon.

The water stirred, and a current started to push me away from shore. I swam into it, back to where I had come from. The leaves and flowers moving along the waters surface went by, and I noticed some were smoking. 

I looked up to the forest behind our cottage home, and saw it was on fire. 

Calmly, I touched down and walked through the water up towards my parents and sister, unsuspecting and seated on the dock. Fire was coming up through the trees, my father's head and my mothers face were on fire, but they didn't know until I told them. 

I commanded my parents get in the water right away, that I would go into the house and retrieve the irreplaceable. My father insisted he come with me, but I refused, and made Leigh tend to them in the water. 

Up at the cottage, I locked the door behind me as I entered thinking my burning father would follow me. The smoke was coming in, the fire would soon be there. I methodically went level by level, first to my fathers wallet, then mine. My mothers purse, my sister's computer. 

By then Molly had come in to help me, I checked one more hidden nook in my fathers room, where i found $200 in cash. 

As we exited the burning cottage I thought "We have no philosophy in place for a crisis." 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Truth About the Economy in 2 Minutes

cc: occupy

Dreams from November 12th

a black pig

Biking in narrow cinder-blocked lanes against pedestrians, my sister follows. Heather walking past in sunglasses with shopping bags, pushes her hand against my sweaty hairy chest. I stop, leaning against the chainlink fence, traffic roaring by. Leigh stops too.  

Eric pulls up in a old brown hatchback, and picks up my sister and I. In the car is Lomez the dog and Ed the cat.

We drive down sunny lakeshore boulevard until the trees become big and reach over the street. At the end of the road, is cabin land. Many large ones built under trees, by water, with people around enjoying a summers day. 

Eric, Leigh and Ed all exit the car. Lomez and I exit last, we're in love. I have him on a leish, and we head up to the door where Gabrielle is standing. She is pregnant again. Following her out the cabin door comes more cats, dogs, and birds. 

A black pig exits and stands at Gabrielle's feet. Lomez wants to meet the pig and I hold back, slowly easing them together. I think the pig will eat Lomez, but they started kissing instead. 


martina's burgers

I slept in on the couch at the 'new beverley' until late. I was couch surfing, and staying there for a bit. I woke up to the sound of a small party happening down the hall in the kitchen and in the backyard. When I sat up, Martina came in to wake me and let me know my friends were coming. She was wearing a pink dress, and kissed me on the cheek when I stood up. 

She was making burgers, and offered me one. I followed her down the brick hall where the house became unfamiliar. I could smell the bbq and people smoking cigars off the leafy and alive side deck. Michelle stood in the door way, and said Brent was on his way. 

Martina came by and offered for us to sit on the roof to eat, said she was cool with people bringing their posses over as well. Then she went to flip the burgers, saying hi to her other friends as she went. 


laundry room living room

Leigh and I were living at our parents place, and she came home late that night from a party. She was living in the laundry room but came out to make some stove top stuffing. She filled a white plastic bowl, full to the brim packed perfectly, and then offered me some. I said no thanks, and she went to sleep in the dryer. 

I was living in the living room at the front of the house. Tidying up, I discovered traces of bed bugs, and rapidly began to bring all the bedding and cushions out to the front deck. It wasn't cold enough, but it was wet and dark. Triggered by the anxiety of the bugs I realised my parents were dead, which was why Leigh and I lived in that house, and I woke up. 

Monday, November 14, 2011


cc: the plague a.k.a. black death, jaspreet sandhu & wikipedia

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Dreams from November 2nd

At the Grace afterparty, Katherine wanted to smoke a joint in the middle of the room. She started, but we were bugging people, so moved outside on the steps in the early morning sun. 

Later, Paula arrived after drinking 4 beers in between the reception and the party. Said she always did that and was now craving dessert. But there was none. 

Biking home from Parkdale with Paula, following who I thought was Oprah in the afternoon sun, we stopped infront of CAMH. When I realise it wasn't Oprah but didn't tell Paula right away, she questioned my trust. 

When we took a turn onto Bathurst in the evening, a little girl cyclist following us was struck by a car. Did we stop or keep going?


Yvonne was wearing high heels that made her stand ten feet tall. She looked super-human, and when we walked while smoking cigarettes, she needed to lean on me to support her balance. We walked down the hill, passed star struck onlookers to the Parkdale underpass. There she started doing chin-ups. 


I saw Mark Munro, and we were seated on a couch. It didn't look like him, but I knew it was the man I've known for years. As the conversation progressed I became very sad about not seeing him and home more often.   

Beautiful Man

Kyle Faas
March 11, 1976 - November 2, 2011

Beautiful man, my deepest sympathies to your friends and family on such a terrible loss. I can't believe you're gone. Thank you for your powerful, selfless and nurturing love that I will remember forever. 


House warmed, friend love, hot tequila, and beyonce cleared the place. Thanks for coming David, Lindsey, Deena, Michelle Hishmeh, Patti, Kayla, Jenn, Leah, Sarah, Colin, Elyse, Daniel Gallay, Michelle Brewer, Brenna, Ryan x3, Daniel Goodbaum, Kia, Mehrdad, Chris Seto, Marlo, Christina, Chris Leveille, Sascha x2, Nava, Andrya x2.