Just For Today…
After publishing my last post I felt a giant weight release itself from somewhere behind my sternum like a great knot loosening.
After publishing my last post I felt a giant weight release itself from somewhere behind my sternum like a great knot loosening.
J recently posted this cute and hilarious picture on my Facebook wall. I’m sure it pretty much sums up a 4 year degree in Art History (without the tedious readings and essays) in one quick glance, not that I have a degree in Art History but, you know…
In Alice’s world there was a pill to make you smaller and another to make you taller. In the world we live, however, we have pills that cover us for virtually everything – even racism. My pharmacology group recently presented an article on how blood pressure medication reduced racial prejudice by 66%. (An aside: perhaps more people should be on this medication.)
Resist the urge to play music, to instead settle on silence, the only sound being the bristle of brush strokes on dollarstore canvas board (you buy paint supplies on a student budget, after all). You hope one day to be able to afford Series 3 colours like aquamarine. For now, you work with cobalt blue.
Last weekend I had the pleasure of attending my second Toronto Poetry Slam at the The Drake Hotel on Queen West West.
I don’t really have an excuse as to why, having been born and raised in Toronto and having studied in Kingston, Ontario, a stone’s throw from Montreal, I’d never visited this vibrant city.