Last night I had a dream,
A garden party with Radish Moran,
In which I wore your dress.
At the end of the night
People were jumping from the stratosphere
And floating down to us from above,
But you were unimpressed,
I failed to win your love.

It's time for another cartoon:

Harry hasn't any job, but he has an interview lined up. He's afraid, what with the recent cut-backs by the incumbent governing bodies, that there will be no safety-net to catch him if he just says "fuck this" and decides to become a full-blown street-person for a while. He has caught a number of powerful waves of lethargy on numerous friends's couches over the recent months and saved up a bit of dosh for a closet-sized space in a cramped rooming house. Harry hopes to be able to start fresh, salt some cash away month by month, and become a regular, upstanding member of society.

Well, sort of. When he's being honest with himself, the only time he takes this sort of initiative is when he's this close to going under. For some reason the idea of desolation on all sides, with just happy Harry in the midst of it all, balancing there like a busker before the gaping jaws of the public, is more in line with his idea of living than being gainfully employed and plucked from the tree of bachelorhood too soon by the out-stretched hands of someone's biological clock.

Only a few minutes before he's out the door and selling himself to the manager of the pet-store chain at the corner of Ogden and Fitzwillard. He's pretty sure that's where he's going. Christ, better double-check on that, Harry m'lad. Good God, the next bus is in five! Harry squeezes a dab of toothpaste onto his tongue, grabs his hat and heads out the door.

Wrote this to a very good friend of mine. She responded positively, but mentioned that she had to go eat dinner. I vomited. Here's the scoop:

i wan mak an interes thing.

it wood be perpetual glitch-makin tech.

you'd wear these glassis them look like inuit sun glass

and they'd be glitchey camras

so ereything you seed wood look like glitchy vidyos

and you cud internact wiff it by wearin a gluve that wirelesslee sent message to them glassis

no buttins, you's jus press a finger to palm in ordert selec somefin in your vishuns

and i wan mak this cuz vidyo gmeaz are stale an dumb now.

they need to innerac' whiff real world and distort an mek fun

but i will never mek these fun thing to mek million bullion cuz not with that attitude u won'!

unnerstan?

Hello, dear Sam!

How have you been keeping?  The darker days are nearly upon you and your hemisphere.  Now may be the time to consider the Tarvu religion. I will include a link for you at the posterior of this post (post-post, essentially "post scriptum", but I'm being silly, you see).  You have eaten of the turkey, roots, and gourd: the symbolic final meal before the on-set of hibernation. Be glad of the season!  The harvest has been plentiful.

I found an old poem of yours that I am posting here as well. I had a difficult time considering your implied metaphorical comparison of this pride of un-pride, and the pool of stagnant water left behind in the tread-marks of a forest harvester. Maybe you are inverting the order of reference. The weird palindrome makes me think so: pride; un-pride; stagnant water (un-pride, the world as it is, for better or worse); harvester (human pride). But I liked the inclusion of a religious and occult sensibility, and the confusion of both with pride and un-pride. The midge is collecting blood in an indiscriminate way, as is the plaid-shirted lumberjack.

It may be that you have had difficulty expanding your poems beyond a verse or two. Why are you always trying to be so pithy, anyhow? Can you write something for me that is self-absorbed, long-winded for the sake of words, and just plain fun? I'd like that. Well, that's all for now. Be well!

There is pride in endeavouring

To have no pride at all

A diabolic iloba ida 

Following a fall

So a stagnant pool of water

In uprooted forest’s wake

Will spawn a teeming multitude

For our bloody sake.

http://www.tarvu.com/givil.html

Gentlepeople, I give you the Mars Curoisity Rover:

http://twitter.com/marscuroisity

Become a fan. "Like" it today. Follow it like a twit. I don't give a tweet.

The interweb is just so confusing. There are double-agents posing as mock-double agents everywhere. Duplicity abounds. I don't know what to think about the people who put this page up, for example:

http://www.knowthelies.com/node/8072

Any thoughts? Is this sarcasm? Are human beings really this dumb or are there some clever people who think they are being funny by manipulating people this dumb? So much confusion. My first reaction is to guffaw and loose my honey-nut oaty-o's on the interweb, but afterward I sit baffled and in awe. Narrative threads; narrative threads everywhere!

the news at 5, 5:30, and 6

There are still a few good programmes on the old Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. "Ideas" is just such a one. When growing up, Lister Sinclair's golden voice used to seep through our tiny bungalow from the parents' bedroom where Dada lay on the bed listening to his ancient clock-radio. Lister is gone now, but Paul Kennedy does a fine job.  Quirks and Quarks is still on the air with Bob MacDonald hosting with Jay Ingram's voice (they certainly sound similar). You just need to get over every scientist interviewed responding to questions with "So, ...".

Yes, there's life yet in the CBC. The Current is a good show. It aims at hard-hitting journalism and sometimes delivers the punch but also has a humorous side. "Q" has its moments, and Gian is a genuine, empathetic and mild-mannered host. "Morningside" it is not, but what could be?

Just a little ramble on the state of the union through the lens of broadcasting. This is certainly not an exhaustive list, just something from the top of the head, you know. If anyone reading knows of a good show we're missing here (maybe something along the lines of Two New Hours or Gilmore's Albums) Please respond. Oh, and Day Six and The House are also very good. It's astounding that this quality is possible with the Harper Conservatives running the show in Ottawa.

And that's it for the Canadian perspective for this week.

Join us next time, won't you, for a look at the origins of Greenpeace in Canada and what involvement with that organization means to someone today.