I have given up
complaining

but nobody
notices

- Phyllis Webb

You learn interesting things while doing homework:

In The Merchant of Venice (2004), the bare-breasted prostitutes were not put in the film to make it more risqué, but rather to add a note of historical authenticity. Venetian law at the time required all prostitutes to bare their breasts because the Christian authorities were concerned about rampant ( Read more... )

This is an interesting development. My dad just told me he'd sign for me to get a tattoo if I was so inclined and if I found a reputable parlour ( Read more... )

For me the end of the year means déjà vu. Almost once a day I get the feeling that I've been here before, that I've seen this and gone through this at least once in my life (or is it my dreams?). I think the universe must run out of scenarios, and expects that I won't notice if it repeats a couple over again. It wants a winter break, too. It ( Read more... )

On a bad day I will go down to the ocean ( Read more... )

I have never had candy corn before tonight (it's suddenly back in fashion in a way it never was when I was little). It's obviously a gift from the gods. Usually when children's book artists draw candy it looks impossibly sweet and perfect, and tasting the real thing is always a let down, but candy corn tastes exactly like it was drawn -- like ( Read more... )

This was my day today. Oh girls, why must you be so boring ( Read more... )

I've decided I need to do something creative and random before November starts, so I spent my entire first class today doodling on postcards. I'm going to find addresses across Canada and send them out to random people for fun. Some people will probably throw them straight away, but maybe one or two will keep them, or at least have a momentary ( Read more... )

So I'm having my usual pre-NaNo crisis, and drastically switching genres. I've decided to step away from my fantasy plot that I've been planning for ages and maybe do something a little more literary and off the wall. Suddenly I just want to write something floaty and dreamy and heavy with imagery and ponderables ( Read more... )

Today my mother and I raided my little sister's room for candy. This is a Halloween tradition at our house. We tend to buy the candy extremely early and then eat it all before the night rolls around. My sister tries to horde it away from us (stuffing it in sock drawers and filling shirt pockets with chocolate) to 'save it', but she always ( Read more... )