It started back in November. I wanted a book on how to fold paper airplanes. I needed it soon because I was starting a unit on flight in a few days and needed a solid introduction. A quick walk through the Indigo near my place didn’t have what I was looking for, but I found what I wanted while sitting on one of the chairs in the store…on Amazon.
I don’t know why I ever thought that it would be any different, but I had just, I don’t know, dreamed of being a good painter. I never saw myself as a Picasso or Rembrandt or Klimt. I didn’t even see myself as a Ross. I guess, I don’t know, I just saw myself as a painter.
Over the March Break, I went home to Calgary for a few days. The visit was too short to do much more than hang out with my family but was long enough to interrupt the things I wanted to do back home in Toronto. Of course, I made a trip to Reid’s and bought a pen. Continue reading “Cucumber Water”→
For the last few days, I have been going down a rabbit hole, trying to figure out why this statement rings so true for me. It’s new-agey, almost cheesy, and it’s a misremembering of a quotation from a movie about yoga that I was watching while lying, paralyzed in bed by back pain.
5 am. My alarm goes off at 5 am. By 7:00, I had better be no more than ten minutes away from leaving for work. If I get to work by 7:45, I’m pushing it. Officially, I have to be at work by 8:30 and in class by 8:50. 45-65 minutes isn’t enough to get through every conversation, photocopy, washroom visit, and email that I need to before my day begins. Continue reading “I remember how to do this”→
For almost every day this month, when I wake up in the morning, I put on a pot of coffee, play my racing car game until I run out of fuel, go poo, and then sit down to write my Morning Pages. It usually takes me anywhere from 45 – 90 minutes. By the time I’m done writing three pages, I’ve also finished the pot of coffee. Continue reading “Nearly a Month of Morning Pages”→
Last night, my cousin invited me to an art event. It was an art battle: two rounds of eight artists painting for 20 minutes. Two winners from each of the rounds competed in a third round for the championship. It was a pretty entertaining event. I’d go again. Continue reading “Art Battle”→