Turning Points

It’s my birthday today, and man, do I feel old. Definitely too old to tell you how old. I think I’ll go buy myself a copy of Ron Sexsmith’s newish album Time Being as a gift to self– what a great title, given my recent (rather retro) interest in ontology and the multiplicity of time.

Two items arrived in the mail yesterday: a parcel pick-up notice which I’m pretty sure is for the electric toothbrush I bought on E-bay to keep my long teeth clean, and my contributor’s copy of Making a Difference: Canadian Multicultural Literatures in English, edited by Smaro Kamboureli. It’s put out by Oxford. Does this make me canonical? Ack! What can that mean? I’ll spend the day walking on the beach, I think, and pondering my entry into the corridors of power. I guess I’d rather wander the corridors of power than the prison house of language.

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