right now i dream of heading cross-country in a car. East, maybe. Or West. Or North. Whatever, just not South! I will listen to CBC Radio One and drink coffee and look out the window and stop for walks whenever i feel like it. And eat in diners where everybody knows your name. ["where everybody knows your name." i can't just read that as text. that phrase enters my consciousness as song. lame.].

North, I think. land stretching forever. I am hemmed in by identical subdivisions proliferating unchecked into the Ontario cornfields. I need space. I need a warm sleeping bag and a bright campfire and loons and lakes and canoes. I want to lie on my back in a field, transfixed by the northern lights. Cold? Bring it.

Um. Just checked the weather on cbc and it's -24 degrees (C) in Yellowknife. Maybe i'll go in the summer.

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I had kind of a surreal experience last night where i found myself listening to a creationist argue his point to a crowd of skeptics in a Rolling Stones-themed bar in Parkdale, of all places. [this is not my beautiful house...]

8:46 a.m. - 2005-03-17