Haven't been on in a good while, just due to both the difficulties and sometimes fullness of life. May everyone be doing very well! 'Still dealing with periodic flashbacks of the bad kind over here (thank-you Josée Bolduc), which still makes life more difficult than yea'd hope. Some steady improvement of a kind, at times, got juggered by some ( Read more... )

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 Krissy and I broke up yesterday, which sucks rocks. Went out in the evening to get drunk with Eddie and the bunch at Rana's, and onto work today. An editing contract should be coming-in sometime today, and I've got a follow-up Sanskrit test on Wednesday. Busy, busy. I've asked K. for a week of no contact, and we'll see what comes with the next ( Read more... )

So, yeah, Carleton's Equity Services are pretty useless, as it turns out. 'Could have offered to provide mediation two years ago, before things were escalated; didn't. 'Could have done so a second time, after the first major incident and I approached them; 'didn't. 'Could have done so a third time, after the second major incident and I approached ( Read more... )

Cherish that magical moment, friends, when that special person who has repeatedly gone out of their way to provoke traumatic memories of the past, suddenly decides to show up two blocks from your house, just because "It's a free country" and they care enough not to phone it in. Thus did J. show commitment by appearing nary two blocks from my ( Read more... )

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This one is, seemingly, a genuine life-inspiration to others. The very magic of his example can apparently attract a once-confidante to tread in his shadow and into his circles, borrow belongings to cling to breast, follow swiftly into political and teaching paths otherwise unhaunted, and manifest sudden passion for pursuing parallel research into ( Read more... )

A bit of new art which I just picked-up for a steal at Sainte-Vincent de Paul's. I think that it nicely fills the gap left when G.T. spirited away his canvas reproduction of "Starry Sky"...

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This morning found my heaps on the couch, drinking an english breakfast, reading "Joseph and His Brothers" to the background hum of Radio-Canada Chaine-1, and setting to one side various care-worn gifts to dukkha and insomnia for a spell. Currently, I'm in volume III, recording the story of Joseph's ascent in the household of Petepre, and his first ( Read more... )

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Has arrived in Montreal, where he'll be staying till next Wednesday, there enjoying the delights of small delinquent children, family, friends, and umpteen hours of an intensive meditation retreat. If he doesn't return, it's because he's been the victim of foul-play at the hands of a certain large Romanian man; do check his trunk to be certain!