The Returning (Part 1)
It’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for (Ok, not really, it’s the moment I’ve been waiting for) It’s not even close to the way I started it or the way I imagined it; it’s indulgent but I suppose that’s just me. Enjoy and if you don’t, I don’t really want to hear about it. ;) Marbles are a retro concept, a kind of throwback to...
There’s kinship in words even if it’s not the same words. Sometimes you don’t need to see. The eyes are blind but the heart, at least, can feel. I don’t believe that poetry is the shortest distance between two hearts. And neither are words. But there’s still something there. A connection that means nothing, Even if you know it means everything. Like Touch.
A dream aloud
The other weekend I got on a greyhound bus in Waterloo to get back to Toronto. After I got on my bus my perpetually twice-careful mother asked the bus driver if I would need the receipt for the ticket at any point. He, who seemed in no apparent hurry smoking on the sidewalk, suddenly got very huffy and began yelling at her. “Really lady? Did you even think about what you said?” ...
Personettes and Peoplethings, I present to you one of my favourite sites (The others being facebook, youtube and MLIA. oh sadness). Created by none other than hunk Joseph Gordon-Levitt of 500 Days of Summer and Inception fame, a delightful take on the online media. Here’s a sample video but you should go to hitrecord.org if you want to get an idea of what the site’s about.
Bonus points if you can guess where this is after the first paragraph. You wouldn’t expect it, that everyone would stop and look at the window. It was simply a corner, one of three in the tall triangular building, named for the section it grew between. “The Yellow Red Apex” “The Blue Red Apex” “The Blue Yellow Apex” There used to be correspondingly coloured lockers too, rented out for...