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snow is like pillows. back-breaking pillows.

+ Melting today (!), with no wind, even put my hood down at times, while hauling Oona on the sled. Slogging through the snow/slush brought to mind some rough math (and/or justice): by the end of this week, I'll already have walked about 250 kilometres (155 miles) since the start of the new year, just trudging to daycare and work and back again. I'll do about 1500 kms over a full year. + Speaking of idiotic statistics – is there anything more meaningless than a country's standing on the Olympic medal board? Do people actually care? It's like a reality show where everyone pretends to believe in medallions with magic powers. + Poems – loading poems in my mp3 player, letting them lurk in the song lists. Because when poetry works I really enjoy it, and I want to know more poems by heart. I've uploaded some here ,  here and here . + New work – here , here , here  and here , and in some nice treasuries here and here . + I've done many requested or custom o

not my circus, not my monkeys

Out with C at the Greek Islands Restaurant (would I recommend the Greek Islands Restaurant? yes, yes I would) talking about how it's not worth talking about the Olympics and how I decided not to talk about the Olympics this year (2014), how uncomfortable people get because it's fun/nice/patriotic/makesmewarm to say Go Canada! , and gosh those professional athletes and their teeth, those teeth like beacons, so I won't talk about the Olympics this year, I won't talk about corrupt officials or corporate-state boondoggles or the pacifying effect of circuses, I won't talk about what it says to attend a party where the host subjugates and imprisons and kills the help, I won't talk about the transition from pure amateur to mercenary professional, I won't talk about the poison called nationalism, I won't talk about cultures that cut programs for the poor or weak or otherwise disenfranchised while shovelling cash, as fast as they can, into the furnace of specta

if the snow could be followed by deep cold, before the next snow, that would be fine

Another snowstorm yesterday. O, the good times they do continue. Even I would admit that my shovelling has become more ... targeted. I HAVE NO PLACE LEFT TO PUT IT. Also, I think we're all tired of it now. Enough, we get the point: the end of the world is nigh, they will die of thirst in California while we get buried alive up here. FINE.  Also: Maximilian Schell died.  The first two videos are from yesterday, the next two from today.  They may play more sensibly on flickr .