"I've been reading some of my friends' blogs recently, and have felt severly inadequate. I think it's because my friends all seem to be smarter than me...I think what they have to say makes sense. It's either hilarious or actually thought provoking, or it's just using a clever turn of phrase. And I think I should do that more, especially since part of the reason I started one of these things was to become a better writer." -MM (quoted with only noble intentions)

"Then i thought of what i meant to say, and suddenly it was bloody hell, who do i think i am, with my clever verbal posturing and my sophisticated shadows?" -BKI (quoted with the greatest possible respect)

"The medium is the message" -Marshall McLuhan

...and how.

Sometimes you've got to wonder.
You wonder why tequila, for example, tastes like insect repellant?
Or if, when you're looking out through that very opaque window, there is someone looking in?
Mostly I wonder what goes on unseen.

On a more concrete level. Today I cooked and cleaned. That's my job and I still get thanked for it. It's kind of nice. Although I do feel to some extent like I'm not pulling my weight, I do try. Thus is the nature of partnerships. So failing to add substantive assistance I try for moral support. It seems to be working. Have you ever tried cooking for twelve? It's difficult...well not exactly difficult just kind of tetchy. You're never sure wether the recipe will respond properly to exponential upscaling. I say this after only one real meal. We shall see. The floors kind of smell mopped which is good and my breaktime lemonade tasted like RAID which is probably bad.

It's funny how being somewhere else can make desirable things you once disliked. Here I am sinking in a soup of Southern Ontario monotony and dreaming of North Albertan banality. The size of a city has a large effect on the people that populate them. What I once took for granted is something I can only dream of here. That's not to say that here is not just as valid as there. In fact well I'm not sure. I'm in fact at a loss for what to do. I should solve that. There must be something worthwhile...I'm not talking about all ages night at the local dance-club. That...well I can only imagine how insufferably filthy that place would make me feel. I imagine it as a sort Roxy with half the class and where no-one's over 13. Gross, eh?

Things I've learnt so far about Woodstock. The boys-in-blue treat people at youth hostels with less then the minimum respect required. Pity we aren't a youth hostel. All fires happen on Dundas St. or at least that's what it sounds like when you hear your fifth siren of the night and you've only been in bed for 10 minutes. Basketball and Frisbee are sports that even when played at the amateur level can be considered extreme. Signing for 27$ cash Friday evening after dinner is a strange experience. You taxpayers really are too kind, next week you buy us a stereo.

Greetings from Woodstock. I really don't know what to say. I started work today. My house is a storefront well rather our front window is. My group is ...diverse? This should all be expanded. I'm here in a library writing to no-one but potentially anyone, it kinda sucks. I think I'm gonna go home now, we're having honey-glazed chicken for dinner.