Poetry has let me down. And Science.

Words to avoid like the plague:

spiel
onus
incumbent
bias
technology
sheen
apoplexy
urethra
tangerine
management

The world belonged to insects before we came along, that's what I heard in Marmora today. A maniacal possibly senile gentleman gave me a lesson in economics while the family next to me had a pizza delivered to their table at a coffee shop. Another lady said: "I have a theory that cats are evil.' And, of course, praise at 630.

Names for poems:

Russians & Their Submariners
Cold Cuts
Smooth Talking Environmentalists
A Blue T-Shirt Stained With Something White
Wireless Radiation
Professional, Friendly & Helpful: The Police

I went looking for veggie dogs in Sharbot Lake but I had to settle for an open faced turkey sandwich with gravy in a room full of the smoking senile. I am a surprisingly good canoer and a surprisingly bad swimmer. A chipmunk that I named Chairman Mao ran into my cabin and wouldn't come out. I had to by a lantern from a nice Sikh family in town because it gets surprising dark at night. I wrote a poem called 'Contributions to the Rise of Al-Qaeda' and I'm working on a photo essay about protestantism and highway 38 north. No sunburns to report so far.