All the varying scraps of information that have poured into my mind in the past 20-odd hours: Spielberg. Munich. Blood. Monopoly. Chocolate covered ice cream. Procedurally generated, algorithmic math music. Sleep: {murder; jumping dogs; ice sheets; friends}. Waking, startled. Orange & Pomegranate juice. Outside, the sun shines: ‘Starbucks’. Bus stop. Waiting. Rude. Arrival. Over-priced sandwiches, declined. Granville Island curry pastries and coffee (Blue Parrot woman looks Vietnamese; probably isn’t). Mexican place, distracted by paper bag contraption ($2 per bag). Food. Drink. Emily Carr art gallery and book store. Awful artwork on walls: still-life portraits of boring, uninspired celebrities. ‘Reading’ all X-hundred pages of a black-bound book of photographs taken during the very moment at which nuclear detonations occurred, back when such tests were performed above ground. Emily Carr library. Scoffing at the cynicism of Adbusters and not at all appreciating their sensationalistic/fatalistic writing, paired with grotesque imagery, but reading it nonetheless. Voicing said complaints on small slips of paper—borrowed from a very nice woman manning the front desk—wedged between sneaker advertisements and rants against neo-classical economics. Continuing on to the latest issue of IDN magazine to write the tale of a young Turkish woman from Istanbul whose favourite ancestor had helped craft the cannons with which the Turks besieged Constantinople, filing it between news of a Swedish design competition and a page containing gratuitous use of the font Helvetica. Walk over to a coffee shop, returning unused papers and pen to table lady along the way. (By the way, according to their public bathrooms, Emily Carr students have an obsession with cartoonishly-drawn penises…) I wait outside at the coffee shop, seeing ducks while leaving messages on my phone. At the bus stop, I discuss life philosophy while almost lying on a grassy knoll of dog shit. Arrival. Suburban maze. Much sun. Patterns of thought. Arrival. Escapism. Russian economic model, followed by soon-to-be-abandoned Feudal Japan. Era of the country at war. Spinach curry on Indonesian fried rice. Worry over state of health care “debate”. The decline of the Ottoman Empire; the empire of two souls. Motivated to write down day’s events. Particularly tired. Coltrane crumpled on chest. Meditation.
