To make a “Muskoka snow cone” mix one handful of the slime mold’s fruiting bodies with two large handfuls of snow. Blend until uniformly orange. For an extra treat add two ounces of Sky brand vodka before blending.
Month: November 2013
Porcupine
This is a porcupine huddled into crevice in a large rock face. When it sensed my close proximity and began to stir, I decided to leave it alone, despite a strange feeling of curiosity about the experience of getting quilled.
Bad Poets Society
“If you look out your windows you will see
Many ruined cities and enduring seas
But if you wish to sleep please close the blinds.”
-Gwendolyn MacEwen, high priestess of middlebrow emo poetry, insipid spiritualism, and conventionally structured verse.
Bulrush
Withered bulrush awaits winter’s wrath.
Voice
I did some audio recording today. It’s always strange to hear your own voice how others hear it, played back. Other technologies, in particular writing, create external representations of our thoughts and persons, but none is so intimate, so eerily similar yet different from our internal perceptions, as audio. After listening to the playback for a while, I can’t even hear my own voice, not really, and even the meaning of my words grows fuzzy, until all I can make out is the tangle of interwoven tones and intonations, all sound and no substance.
Empty
Robarts library reflected in the windows of the new Rotman building on the University of Toronto campus.
To the fall
To the fall, to the fall, to the fall we blow
Goodbye kisses, bid winter hello
Feel the pine needles give way below
Winter, sweet winter hello
Steal my sun, I’ll be your only one
To the fall, to the fall, to the fall we blow
Slimed
TO Sunset
Golden city at sunset.
Faster than that
Faster than airplanes
Faster than cats
Faster than robots
Faster than that.