Friday, August 12, 2005

The Mexicans are coming. Details later.

Monday, August 08, 2005

The cafe is showing pictures by Lindsay Fisher and I. That's me on the right, shallow.
Poetry has let me down. And Science.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Words to avoid like the plague:


Friday, August 05, 2005

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.