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No major plot thickening around here, except maybe a recent explosion in site traffic due to rampant worldwide Googling of a somewhat alarmingly named romantic device, the "Ladykiller vibrator."
Just returned from a week at the Banff Centre, where I made the acquaintance of two fantastic writers, David Chariandy and Ruth DyckFehderau, whose residencies coincided with mine. I walked to the Banff Springs Hotel and had a beer in the Rundle Lounge while staring out at the craggy, snowy view. I thought about how unreal this view is, and how staggeringly raw at the same time. I walked a lost Korean kid into town by way of the graveyard and we talked, misunderstanding each other the entire way. It was then that I started to get that unsettled, despairing feeling. The one that always arrives when I'm getting to the end of a draft.
Now, I'm back in Calgary, and are you fucking kidding me? No wonder nobody walks anywhere in this town. My eyelashes froze together this morning on the way to campus. I was also reminded that it is possible to suffer frostbite on one's ass.
Just returned from a week at the Banff Centre, where I made the acquaintance of two fantastic writers, David Chariandy and Ruth DyckFehderau, whose residencies coincided with mine. I walked to the Banff Springs Hotel and had a beer in the Rundle Lounge while staring out at the craggy, snowy view. I thought about how unreal this view is, and how staggeringly raw at the same time. I walked a lost Korean kid into town by way of the graveyard and we talked, misunderstanding each other the entire way. It was then that I started to get that unsettled, despairing feeling. The one that always arrives when I'm getting to the end of a draft.
Now, I'm back in Calgary, and are you fucking kidding me? No wonder nobody walks anywhere in this town. My eyelashes froze together this morning on the way to campus. I was also reminded that it is possible to suffer frostbite on one's ass.
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