so purty, so cold

Yes, I know, it’s just snow. But this is Vancouver, folks, not Calgary, not St. John’s. Actually, as long as you don’t have to drive, it’s kinda fun. Went for a stomp through my neighbourhood yesterday, met some very nice nabeyaki udon and a friendly chocolate mousse cake. Upscale neighbourhoods have their perks.

Writing is stalled out. Need brain food. Reading Rei Terada on affect, and Donna Haraway’s Primate Visions. On the burner: the nameless novel, a critical essay about clones and kidneys, Sybil Unrest (The Return of the Jedi) and (may be) a sequel to Salt Fish Girl. You’d think one of them would roll. It’s too cold and I’ve run out of fish crunchies.

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