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the shallow side

Never thought I'd see these names in a list together

According to Justin McAuliffe;

“People are forgotten unless they stand out for something good or bad they did while they were alive such as Elvis, Gandhi or Hitler."

McAuliffe created a bunch of letter bombs to send to former friends and co-workers, and for some reason included Robbie Williams on the list.
17.1.05 09:38


Right, so about my classes....

I only have two this term and only one of these goes towards my degree - and then I am finished my coursework!

On Wednesdays, I have a 600 level writing workshop with Greg Hollingshead. It is primarily for fiction, although there are a couple of people interested in creative non-fiction. There are 8 students altogether, two of whom I know. One was in the writing class I took with Shani a couple of years ago and the other works at a restaurant we used to frequent and (we think) fancies G (and vice versa). There are 4 pieces we need to submit over the term so I really need ot get this laziness out of my system quickly.

Thursdays I have Noir Style with Barb Churchill. Here we have a whopping 10 students, only one of whom is a grad student. He was in my Theory class last term. This course looks really good - she’s very passionate about the topic and wants us to really focus in on one thing. Should be good practice for the actual writing of a thesis.

Tonight I have a GSA meeting and am having lunch with C & T beforehand.

Kvitsh and I are registered for a ballet class starting tomorrow. I'm sure you'll hear from us both about it....
17.1.05 19:28


Ready for bed

For the first time in a great many nights, I’m actually tired.  It’s a nice feeling.  One that comes from a lot of exercise today, I think.


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Ballet began this evening.  It was a touch daunting at first.  Kvitsh and I are standing there, chubby and relaxed when like HALF the class pulls out their dance shoes.  When I saw one chick pull out the stereotypical pink ribbon-y shoes I checked with the instructor that this class was for beginners.  She assured me it was and later I realized the girl with the fancy shoes wasn’t that good.  It will be a tough class – I’m out of shape and not a very rhythmic person to begin with.  But the teacher is silly and Kvitsh has a great laugh.


 


Earlier, S and I went for a run.  We went to pick up the Maya-dog, only to find that Mrs Moose was already out with her.  We ran to the off-leash area, and sure enough there they were. IT was fun watching Maya realize S was near and go barrelling towards him. Then she saw me and did the same thing.  And then she ran back and forth between us like a freak dog.  We walked Mrs Moose back to her car and then took the dog into the river valley.  We wound up walking and throwing the ball to the dog so we could talk.  My sweet S is depressed.  And wound up. 


 


Yesterday we had a great run with Maya.  When we pulled up in front of the house she was in her dog run and just stood, frozen.  I said “hey Maya” and she made a half bark/half moan and raced inside – by the time we got to the door she was jumping in circles.  And then we ran that dog silly. 


 


S really needs this to help him cope with everything.  He’s doing his second chapter for his essay and because the first one went well, he is convinced this one won’t.  Also, he’s just applied to grad school and doesn’t believe he’ll get in.  It’s all low self esteem stuff and tough to watch him put himself through this.  All I can do is take him running so he can’t think for an hour or so.
19.1.05 10:41


Q & A

So, for whomever searched my blog with "how did Lois Hole die" the answer is stomach cancer.
19.1.05 10:45


hrm

Class was so-so yesterday. He wanted us to talk about ourselves in relation to writing. He asked me to go first, which I hate. I’ll go second happily but I never really understand what a prof wants to hear. Even when I try to look at it as ‘what would I like to hear were I the prof’ it doesn’t much help. And it seems like most of the class has a way of speaking about writing that seems quite alien to me. I left feeling a little out of place. It isn’t that I want to speak like they do, but will I need to for this class?

Ultimately the reason I write is this: I get bored easily and tell myself stories when I am bored. Sometimes these stories get stuck in my head on a loop and I can’t get rid of them until I write them out. Unfortunately, they will be replaced long before I finish writing them, so I rarely finish a story, regardless of how clever it seems in my head.

S and I had dinner at Da-De-o’s which is always lovely. And then we went for a wonderful run. Mrs Moose was busy that day and hadn’t been able to take the dog to the park - she has a rather extensive run attached to her house, but its not the same when you are a Maya-dog. There was a light misty rain coming down and freezing as it hit the ground so the roads were slick and sidewalks scary, but the park and trails were awesome. It felt a little like running on a tarp as you put your foot down, but as you broke through the small firm layer that formed with the ice, there was dry snow underneath. It was great to run on. And the dog was super freaky which is always a joy. So we ran for half an hour and then walked (mostly uphill) for a half hour. I’m running intervals of a minute and a half and walking to the five minute mark. I was at the run three walk three before I got ill last term. I hope to keep this number for a week and then do two on three off.

Blarg. I can’t write this and talk to Kvitsh at the same time
bye.
20.1.05 20:26


Will I ever be able to sleep regular hours? Or sleep when I want to?  I was up till quater to six inteh morning Thursday/into Friday.  My running around for paper work was much less stressful than I imagined.  Chatted with my boss for a while, which was rather interesting. Worked the bar which was fun 'cause of who I was working with and 'cause of the two old guys (law school profs actually) who who badgering me to open the bar early.  They were fun and although it was none stop, they weren't annoying.  They kept ssshhhing each other, apologizing for the other's behavior.  Had a nice meal with S and now I can't sleep.  Haven't had caffine since 3 which is over 12 hours ago, had some nice exercise... FUCK. So I started doing a bit of work for the ninja death squad that I would otherwise be doing in the morning, you know, after sleep for normal people...


But my heart isn't really in it.  I want to be in bed with my sweetie, asleep and happy.  Not wound up and awake at almost four in the morning.
22.1.05 11:51


I love this man

John Perry, you rock. Not that I ever procrastinate.
24.1.05 02:44


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