Confessions of a Futon Revolutionist

"In this fragment, this person introduces himself and his views, and, as it were, tries to explain the causes owing to which he has made his appearance."
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground

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"Hidden somewhere in this noisy, chaotic morass of society is our fellow traveler, Waldo. A man unstuck from place and time, he travels the world on foot, his only lifeline to his friends and family a litany of dreary picture-postcards sent from arbitrary locations the world over. His postcards do nothing to convey the humanity, the madness of Waldo's adventures. For that, we must go find him."

Friday, July 29, 2005

Sweet Régine

Sweet Régine,
Come around to my neighbourhood. I'll dig a tunnel under the city you can crawl through, to my apartment across the Parc Lafontaine. Lying in my bedroom as the day grows dim we'll try to name our babies from the names of all our friends. When you close your eyes in my bedroom, you can sleep until the day grows dim. I'll figure out what happens next. [...]

(By Sheila Heit, "inspired" by the music of The Arcade Fire and Final Fantasy. Published in the July/August issue of The Walrus.)

Sylvia skipping stones in Ferryland, NL

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

two photos from the farm in portugal cove NL



Tuesday, July 19, 2005

visit to guelph en route to the rock





Sylvia and I stopped in Guelph to visit Andrew and Christie and stretch our legs after the long drive through northern Ontario. Andrew showed us around the farm, and we picked rocks for a while before a picnic lunch of pesto, hummus and fresh veggie sandwiches on rye.

A fine day was had by all.

Then we got back in the car and drove another 2500 kilometers.

(Here Sylvia and Andrew pour water for Bella the thirsty dog. Photos from Newf coming soon.)