I'm not a vegetarian because I love animals. I'm a vegetarian because I hate plants.

Blogposts have been sporadic of late, mostly because my camera went to The Big Shutter in the Sky, and also because I'm starting to find myself aware that I'm not aware, and that maybe I should spend more time becoming aware, rather than unawarely writing blog posts in which I adopt the pose of awareness. However, I still like to write, perhaps mostly in small sound-bites. Also, lists don't require a camera.
Thus, I present:

Five things that struck me upon return to Montréal:
1. The weather is decidedly autumnal at points. I wore tights out to the bar last night. It's August!
2. The difference between Parisian French and Québecois French is pronounced. This becomes more and more obvious to me as I improve in the language and realize that I still can't understand the shopkeepers, the police, or my classmates from Sherbrooke.
3. The amount of hot girls in Montréal is ridiculous. No, seriously. The slim, beautiful, sartorially perfect girls are everywhere, riding bikes, carrying baguettes, reading books, and in general going about their daily lives with the barely there chic smugness the mademoiselle who knows she's gorgeous.
4. Bixis! They're bikes that can be rented from the city with the swipe of a credit card. They're sleek and grey-red, with a small electromotor that generates light when you pedal. They seem quite popular.
5. Due to the Québec dairy tax, buying cheese feels a bit like assault and muggery.

Lack of cheese notwithstanding, it's lovely to be back, living a few carefree, semi-sunlit days until the return to the academic balls-to-the-wall that is McGill.

One of my best friends is having surgery.

I am worried about him- surgery sounds terrible any way you look at it.
A few days ago, I spent an evening moping because I got a shit haircut. (I'm not sure why, but hairstylists in general kind of assume that "I want a haircut" means "I want to look like David Bowie and/or the eighties personified." This happens a lot, and it tends to put a damper on my otherwise obviously stunning appearance...)
Maybe I shouldn't mope about having a shit haircut, then, because at least I'm not getting my knee sawed in half.
Good luck, Nomad Turtle...

Emmy the Great

Wrote a song about first love and blue skies.
Hear it here.

Here she is:


Pretty bard with an acoustic guitar.

I like this poem from Jacques Prévert

Alicante
An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Cool of night
Warmth of my life.

I also like texts from last night.
I don't own a phone, and I've never understood texting, but I like the stupid youthful love of life that seeps through them.

-This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?
-I got us kicked out of the bar because the waitress found me in the kitchen trying to make spaghetti
-Also, I may or may not be wearing a cape right now. hint: I am.

I like early morning thunderstorms

And this photo of Ian McKellen.



what Gandalf would look like if he wore scarves and read poetry manuscripts on staircases.