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.