the air is clear and crisp - and the sun is cutting through the sky to blaze across hundreds of trees outside my window. there is so much space here, to think and breathe. what is the magic of being able to exist alone and at your own tempo, in these slumbery cities? it is so different from toronto, where everyone dashes. here, people wander.

the light is breathtaking. i wish i could fly out my window and land on the tree tops, one by one, and dance and play with the light.

change is refreshing. it restructures your mind, your perspective, your being. it makes you realize the depth of cherishing the beauty you have in the ones you love every day.

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"mrw."

"mRW."

"MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW."

"mrwp."

~ posted by pipsqueak @ 8:21 PFT (pipsqueak feeding time)

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"Canadians are too nice. They are too nice because they are scared."

"Some people wear beer goggles. I wear LOVE goggles!"

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it's black out. there are squares of light popping up randomly across the row of windows in our living room. pip is hunched on the couch, staring at me type. he has been meowing all night - tony has been at a work party, so i came home alone and pip knows something is wrong. he misses tony.

it's been a busy week. i'm trying to get as much done as possible over the next few days because i am going away for three weeks, to waterloo, to do a course. the course is actually a year long, and i will be leaving sporadically here and there over the next few months. when i come back i will have only a few days left with the pipmonster, which will be sad. hopefully he and tony will be ok while i'm gone.

i am going to miss them a lot. these past few weeks i've just been concentrating on spending as much time - absorbing as much of the people i love and live with - as i can before the craziness starts again. i hope things go well. for everyone as well as myself.

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It's 4 in the afternoon, the sun is shining, and the music in the air is a lazy blues tune. at least that is the odd feeling permeating today - and it's a monday! how peculiar. pip is washing his paw, in between meowing bouts. the city is foggy and clear, and blue and grey. when i look outside there is a white building with terraces and gardens on the terraces, that looks like it plopped itself down from greece. if i stare at the building and block everything else out except for the water and the sky, i can pretend i'm in greece. the music would be sharper and clearer then, and the air would be clean.

what is this city? why would you try to give it a referent, a name, a cohesive character? somehow i believe these things grow into themselves. but this city has decided to kick-start itself, and create an identity for itself to grow into. somehow it's an odd way of doing things, but i guess new york did it, so perhaps it will work for toronto too. but when i think of london, and of paris - they are older, more sustained, and their character is defined by their people and - somehow most importantly - their language - the way they use their language. french is romantic, british english is proper. both can be vulgar. both can be beatific. but they are strong characters, these two languages. canadian english is bland. how can you build a city's image, character, essence, on a bland language?

i wonder why we characterize things. and is it right, or reasonable, to characterize things in order to sell them? that is what we do in this marketplace. that is how we sell things - through emotional and personal connections that really don't exist. we can make them exist, but they aren't deep - they aren't real connections; real connections exist between humans, who know each other well, who love and hate each other, full to overflowing with knowledge of that other, the other, human, who is being with you.

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or so my friend in boston tells me, the much-adored and dearly-missed molly-o. of late i have been remiss with my email correspondence, and out of guiltiness i am starting to slowly catch up. my excuses have been an eye infection, which makes it difficult to look at a computer screen for longer than 50 seconds without my eyes burning and my sight blurring. this has not been pleasant for work, which requires me to use a computer for the majority of the day, at a desk, where there is no natural light.

tony has burned me a beautiful copy of mischa maisky's cello suites by bach. they are some of my favourite pieces of music, and i find them the most soothing to listen to when i want moments of calm. he just put on the cd while preparing to make popcorn (we make it in a pot, with olive oil, and then add a bit of butter and sea salt afterwards. needless to say, after he did this the first time, i was unabashedly addicted. i request it as often as i possibly can :)

we are looking after pipsqueak, which imentioned in an earlier post. he is being mischevous and a bit more wonderful than before, which is good and bad - good in that he is quieter, more used to us and his surroundings, and bad in that this is going to make it more difficult to give him back to his original owner. some pictures of the itzzy bitzzy little monster, in which he realizes he has an extremely promising modelling career ahead of him:





He is a darling, and absolutely impossible. Aren't the most wonderful creatures in your life exactly that?!

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