I'm not quite sure what to do with this space. There's a part of me that wants to have some sort of plan. A specific idea about what should go on this thing. Upon my returning to Canada I realized that I saw a lot of the people who were reading this on a semi-regular bases, so there is no need for me to relate my day to day activities (which frankly are pretty boring anyway). I also do not have enough of my writing material ready to be shared for this to become a space for that. So I think I'm going to just wing it, write when I feel like writing and about what I feel like writing about and likely come back every few months to apologize about not keeping up with it. I make no promises in either quality or frequency.
Today I began swimming again, or at least attempted to. I am currently working until 2, and on my way home stopped off at Cindy Klassen pool. After 16 laps or so I notice the lifeguards walking around saying something. I pulled my head out and heard, "everyone out, someone pooped in the pool."
Also today I was reading some Ginsberg poetry and this dedication to the poem Laughing Gas made me smile,
"To Gary Snyder
The red tin begging cup you gave me,
I lost it but its contents are undisturbed."
