There are two opinions plus paradox. One, reality. Two, super-hookus-pookus-stition. Three, magic realism. Four, I used to play with paint chips when I was a child (really) and they could have been lead.

Leah says the weather affects her–sleeping, yawning, eating, pooping (she never said pooping, but that’s a topic I want to get to), etc. I say, bah-humbug. It’s cold and raining here, but other than my body being a bit colder than it usually is, I don’t think it affects me at all. ZARATHUSTRA¹!!! It’s true. Watch me take off my glasses and spin around a bunch and you would see it.

I think the weather is powerful but not so much that I am extra tired unless it was physically distressing my body. Then again, I am a little happier in the summer time–even with toxic chemicals.

Brenda, I put something special in the blog for you. If you can find it, you get a candy–I just hope I am right or it will be slightly awkward.

ON POOPING:

Today, I went into the bathroom–to pee², only–and there was a guy in a stall… well you know. He was grunting and groaning and so on. I know you don’t want to hear this, but it occured to me that pooping is a very personal and intimate thing to share with someone. That strange man and I share a special bond now–and a momentary smell…

1. Edit: So, instead of just erasing my ignorance, I decided to leave it. I was under the impression that Zarathustra = Superman, but I am now fairly sure that it doesn’t.
2. Update/Edit: I just went back to the bathroom for a number 2, but I was alone. No one to share with. I also feel that the superscript “2″ works better for the entirety of the joke.

And pictures for you! And Me! Come on everyone, let’s Flickr!

Perhaps the end of the summer, which I did–in some ways–get to enjoy. I did work outside for the majority of the summer; however, I was spraying lawns with toxic chemicals. Then the rest of the time was trying to plan for the wedding, dealing with different health issues, look for jobs, try to relax from just completing my BA, and adjust to big city living–which is todays topic.

I used to think of Regina as more of a metropolis, but I now realize how wrong I was. Calgary, at 1 million people, is a BIG city. And not only am I the new kid in town, but in some ways its a lot harder and easier to get to know people… let me explain. Because of the size and amount of newcomers to the city everyone is really friendly, because no one knows anyone generally. Unlike Regina, where I had a set group of friends and it wasn’t that we weren’t friendly, but we just generally kept to ourselves. However, even though it is easy to talk to people here, it is hard–I am finding–to really get to know people. It’s very quick and superficial–good thing I’m so hot .

That’s all I really have to say about Calgary now. I am starting to get used to it. I think it will get better as we actually have furniture for the apartment and it starts to feel like more of a home everything will get better and better.

UPDATE: I haven’t gotten around to the pictures yet. But I am going to be adding a revolutionary picture viewer thing to the blog. It is going to be AWESOME. We have to go out “returning” all the presents that don’t fit tonight, but I hope soon. And I re-arranged some of the links and adding a few little things today.

ALSO: If you are waiting for me to return an email, I have a bunch to do, so I will hopefully have some time to do that soon as well.

September 11, 2001 I was sitting in Kelly Handerek’s first year, theatre performance class. We were sitting on the floor, in some meditative sort-of-stay or maybe just talking, when Kelly came in and said, this is not verbatim, New York has been attacked, a plane hit one of the World Trade Towers. He sent us home. I am not sure I can remember the timeline, but when I got home, it seems to my memory, that the second tower was hit.

After taking that American Lit. class, America is a much more interesting place to me, especially in regards to how we, Canadians, react to America. But this is just another deep pain–like slavery or killing another President or Vietnam–that our allies have and because of our friendship, we bare a certain weight as well. I wonder how many years it will take before America consumes the pain and it is nothing but a time that poets revive.