calgary

i'm in the land of rains and floods. no, not vancouver, but dry dry calgary. and despite the rains and storms, my mucus membranes are sore and dry. it is arid here conpared to what has come to be known to me as my home.

i was saying to my friend matt that if i could make one, only one impossible thing happen (and a purely selfish thing) i would make it so that my two hometowns of vancouver and calgary would be one place. he asked whether they would be connected by a slide or a tunnel. I said, no, the two would occupy the same place. Or better yet, i would occupy a magical place -- like in Howl's Moving Castle -- with a fancy dial that would change where the front door went. Green for Vancouver, Red for Calgary, Blue for the cottage on Mayne Island and Purple for my own private refuge... shhh....

i have been observing my moods and noticing how intimately linked they are with things like sleep, diet, and hormones. there is about a week out of every four during which i should not attempt to make any important decisions, a time when i feel totally vulnerable and weak.

and i was asked the question today: blogging, why? is it not self-indulgent? is it not? perhaps what i write is akin to a online journal, but i'm certain there are others who carry the burden of internet publishing with more style and panache and journalistic responsibility. as for me: i just don't like doing things unless someone else is watching.

(hi k)