Wednesday, June 25, 2008


I'm sitting in Cabot Square with statue-Cabot's back to me. A very shaky old man has finally succeeded in lighting his cigarette after many failed attempts. He's very pleased with himself.

In a few months(!) I am going to be a father. Yesterday a crib was delivered to our apartment. It looks very much like the crib my parents used for my brothers and me. When people hear that I am going to be a parent (especially at school where most everyone is under 21) they often ask if I am afraid. To be sure, I am somewhat afraid (especially after reading so much Freud and Lacan lately.), but much more than that I am really damned excited to raise a kid with Danica. [ A homeless man just came up to me and asked me what I'm writing. "My will." ] Danica will be an excellent mother and, as I declared this morning, "I wouldn't mind having me as a father. I'm ok."

The other night I went with J. to the theatre to see T.J. Dawe perform a monologue. "The worst thing I can say about my father is that he was quiet," he said. The same could be said of my own dad, someone I look up to a great deal, though about whom I know very little. I once wrote a letter to him asking him to tell me about himself, but it remains unsent.

[ There's a man nearby with his groceries playing air guitar to a crowd of pigeons. ]

I want to talk to my kid. I want her or him to know who I am and what I'm all about. Whether or not s/he cares about what is going on in my head is out of my control, of course, but I'm determined to be open just in case. I can't wait to hear what s/he has to say.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Sunday, June 15, 2008


This woman makes me want to quit learning French and start learning Arabic.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Shoe help

Which do you like better: these or these? I lean more towards the white ones, but I know they'll get filthy.

Update: I didn't really want your help, anyway. I got these instead, in black.

Hey, how many months?

Today while walking to the metro from a meeting with a possible new client, I was stopped and asked for directions to Chinatown. I answered as best I could, and then the guy asked me the above question. I couldn't help it. I squealed at him, "You're the first person to ask me that!" and gave the answer of five months. He wished me well and walked off. Then I realized that the correct answer is actually six months. But at least I pointed him in the right direction to Chinatown.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

En revanche,

Paavoharju's new album, Laulu Laakson Kukista, is excellent.

Monday, June 09, 2008


The new Sigur Rós album is booooooring.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

Today was supposed to be a day spent cleaning up around the apartment, but Ajeet called me up last night and told me to go drink beers with him. Which I did. Until 6:30am. So I am feeling less than stellar this fine day. I was in the elevator with a woman on my way down to the basement to recycle some beer bottles and I farted and it was acrid. I got stung by a bee, too. Not in the elevator; this was out on the balcony.

Danica is in Kansas at the moment, for her cousin's wedding and for her baby shower. While she's out of town I assigned myself these books to read:
All I have left to read are the Fink books, which I'm really looking forward to, as I've heard good things about them. I'm reading all this so that I can read this, which I got for my birthday from Danica.

The real reason I am writing a post is to share these videos with you: Death to the Tinman, Queenie in Trouble, Zewesawam, Pop Lock and Drop It, Trick, Detektivbyrån.

Monday, June 02, 2008

In which Mustafa poses with our newest acquisition

Mustafa and art
$5 from a garage sale in St. Henri
It shall soon be on the art wall!