Sure. You know, it's funny, because I can't stop talking to my analog friends about poetry (the whole ball of twine, you know?) and I think some of them are just about ready to disown me. "Shut the fuck up, Marcus. Can't we talk about something else?"
Toronto. Though I sincerely doubt it will happen. My department won't give me enough to cover transport costs and I certainly don't have the money myself. The closest I'll be to you is in the summer when I go home for about two months or so.
Toronto is a wierd city - a city without a soul - built in a vommitous panic, in the first half of the 1900s. Think of how a (vegan?) cookie flattens out when you cook it. It's more than two from one end to the other, at least from the bypass, with endless, endless suburbs. I grew up an hour SW of Toronto. Although I'm sure the conference would have been fascinating, Toronto is, as they say, nothing to write home about.
p.s. - I really want to talk to you one o' these days. Y'know, cyber-talk.
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PS - where in Canada is your conference?
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