I returned to school today. It was the primary grades. I have decided to upgrade my kindergarten. Seriously though why am I in the female bathrooms so much more often now than I was the last time round?

Have you tried a sweatlodge today?
Novel and phenomenal.
You should definitely try it.
Woah.
You can't begin to imagine the feeling of heat in the dark.

At hockey games they play bad music. No matter what level of play or where the game is the music will be bad. Yet despite the aural torture communities seem to rally around a hockey team. Whether it is the Oilers of Edmonton or Port Royal Poissonier of Lamèque hockey teams seem to pull people together. Even the most disinterested Guelphite has seen a Storm game. I wonder if you can tell just by the feel of a place whether or not they have a hockey team. Can you see it in the eyes of a people that they don't get a chance to sit in the cold and cheer? Does it show that the ice where they come from is used only for free skate? Is hockey really that intrinsic?

Outside there is ocean air. Salty, heavy and wet. Inside there is the multifarious pleasures of francophony. C'est parais n'est-ce pas? C'est touts étranges.

Do you believe in spontaneous combustion?... Yes or No?

It really is
as easy as
that.

Not every
anything
is portentous.

Time can be deceptive.It can feel as if it's travelling maddeningly slow when actually it's going along at a frightening pace. I thought to myself the other day "How strange it is to have snow in September." It was then that I realised we're now in November.

Why is it that the abortion debate is the only political debate that is titularly a battle of positives?

Fact, fiction and telling stories to yourself.
Dishonesty is a given but how about lying?
I find I lie an awful lot more than I should. Not for any particular reason just because why not say yes rather than no. Not ever, not usually about anything that I perceive as important but all the same. I suppose sometimes I lie for a reason too. I had a friend in Australia, an angular red-headed fellow, he lived on Allambee (I was on Bringa, our streets were alphabetised from A-G), he went to my school, he had a driven nature and played Clarinet, he once told me just to see if you can discern a reason for a lie and if not to trust the person. He didn't put it exactly like that but that was the moral of the story. The girls in the cast of my play were discussing lying one day, neither of them could ever be described as red-headed or angular, they were talking about how they enjoyed lying just to see if they could. It wasn't to get out of trouble or to hassle others it simply was a game. I never really trusted what they told me after that but frankly what could I do suspicion takes too much energy and it was more fun to believe their stories. I think I relate more to them then to him. I wonder if anyones ever noticed inconsistencies or mistruths in my speech.