Rays > Jays:
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Summer and Fall are presently entwined in a passionate romance; the blush of leaves outs this affair. Word on the street: they’ve holed themselves up somewhere in Toronto.
The sabermetrics? All of these beautiful days.
Archive for September, 2013
All of these beautiful days
Posted in Life on September 29, 2013| Leave a Comment »
frogblog
Posted in Life on September 23, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Life Is Short
Posted in Life on September 20, 2013| 2 Comments »
Shadow ⇨ Light
Posted in Life, Music on September 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Starting that night,
and every hour from the next day until we left,
all nine of my lives had been saved!
The Wall
Posted in Life on September 13, 2013| Leave a Comment »
I finished Haushofer’s The Wall and sobbed uncontrollably for 20 minutes.
Now, I am fine.
I’ve been filled with a bizarre anxiety these past few weeks. The Wall has done nothing to lull me from it.
The change of season is subtly, inexplicably stressful to me and my sore leg is still not letting me run. My strong desires to abandon current life for a great unknown are not subsiding (in the end, I will probably not do this).
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Non seq? I registered for Boston today.
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Now I’m quite calm. I can see a little further ahead. I can see that this isn’t the end. Everything goes on… something new is coming, and I can’t escape that.
Life Is Short
Posted in Life on September 12, 2013| 2 Comments »
Congratulations
Posted in Life on September 9, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Grand Bend
that teenage feeling
Posted in Life, Music on September 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »
And nothing comforts me the same
As my brave friend who says,
“I don’t care if forever never comes
‘Cause I’m holding out for that teenage feeling”
Summer’s End
Posted in Life on September 1, 2013| Leave a Comment »
A Summer’s end update on the resident groundhog:
My Mum has named him. Gavin.
My parents are especially fond of Gavin; he is uncharacteristically docile.
He eats the apples that have fallen from the tree at the side of the house, and lives across the yard beside the garden under the canoe.
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Summer’s end, backyard, 1994.
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