Three dimensions
Sep. 17th, 2004 10:00 am
It has been about three years, but this morning the bathroom floor tiles are crawling with white maggots. I'm fighting a migraine. Along with the panic thing, this seems to herald an early arrival of SAD. Gotta get outside every day.Yesterday I was. All over the city we were outside and walking, walking, walking. It happened with one group:
Walking, walking, more walking. A street car. A taxi cab. Phone calls to mickeytor's roommate. More phone calls. We had set out to meet him at 5:00. Finally at 7:45 the six of us sat down to dinner, not at Fresh, but in a restaurant in Chinatown. I was ravenous.
I could only laugh. Apart from that it was an excellent day. roosterbear (Darren) and quillon (Steve) are really solid guys. rfmcdpei is a total sweetie, and funny! And it was fun meeting Sue Ellen and becoming part of mickeytor's lj gallery. At the end, hugging Darren in front of the Selby hotel I felt a quiver of tears deep inside, but they didn't rise. He's the sort of person I could spend days with.
The strangest image from the whole day happened while I was sitting on the subway, hurrying to meet Darren and Steve for brunch. A guy stepped across the platform with a lizard hanging from the nape of his neck. A live lizard. It was clinging to the back collar of his t-shirt like an inert monkey, hind legs dangling.
All these thoughts and images go streaming past. It made me want to carry a notebook so I would remember all the impressions to share with you. There is so much beauty in a day. And yesterday lots of love, too, the kind that comes from knowing people intimately from their writing and suddenly knowing them so much better, getting a real feeling not just for who they are, but how. It's like a picture suddenly springing into three dimensions.
I felt like I should be writing down phrases on the subway, sitting at Timothy's, watching the sun set along Queen Street. Catching the strange evening light across the wall of The Bay, or on the fountain in front of City Hall. Maybe there would be nothing wrong with pulling out my handwritten journal at any moment, to catch the words streaming through my head, but something smaller would be more discrete, something to fit in my pocket. And a pen.
I see them sometimes: poets sitting on the TTC, scrawling lines while the darkness flickers by. I want to go into that writing obsession with all my self.
Even
After dinner I tried bubble tea for the first time, lychee flavour. It made the tapioca blobs taste like tiny, squishy lychee fruits. And rfmcdpei told me about a gallery on the ninth floor of The Bay. It has Emily Carr paintings. I want to see.

At City Hall, from left:
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Date: 2004-09-17 08:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 08:09 am (UTC)I am worried and concerned about your panic attacks. I know you'll take care of yourself as much as possible and do everything you can to fight against them. I'm streaming you positive energy.
*hugs*, dear man.
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Date: 2004-09-17 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 08:36 am (UTC)It took me a bit to decode Darren's t-shirt. It's wonderfully clever!
hugs, Shimmer
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Date: 2004-09-17 08:42 am (UTC)Like Stephen, I'm a bit concerned about the recent panic attacks, so here's wishing you smooth sailing, gorgeous.
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Date: 2004-09-17 10:38 am (UTC)three unconnected comments
Date: 2004-09-17 11:30 am (UTC)Stephe made me try bubble tea for the first time today; intriguing stuff that although I found the bubbles somewhat disconcerting.
May I assume the migraine's affecting your vision? or does your bathroom actually get various infestations?
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 11:53 am (UTC)One of those voice recorders would be ideal, of course. I used to own a laptop-asaurus in 1994, and I loved the spontaneity it allowed. The day my dad's mother died, I pulled over to the roadside under a maple blazing with autumn colour and wrote a poem, which was part of the beginning of discovering my poetic voice. These days I can't afford anything like that.
But I don't have to be technologically sophisticated to be more spontaneous about my writing. The new format for my journal is more fun, and it's encouraging me to think more about writing during the day. Which is the motivation towards doing more writing.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 12:00 pm (UTC)My body is definitely acting weird this week. I'm going to relax as much as possible today and work on some self-care stuff this weekend.
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Date: 2004-09-17 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 01:11 pm (UTC)t-shirts in the closet. hmmmm.
i know i have a bunch of
sharpies™ with permanent
ink. hmmmmmm!~paul
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Date: 2004-09-17 04:05 pm (UTC)And thanks for your support and encouragement.
Big hugs,
Van
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Date: 2004-09-17 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 07:52 pm (UTC)This entry encapsulates so much of what I loved about the trip in general, and yesterday in particular. I too wanted to scribble down notes yesterday, so that I would remember all the little details, and I found myself torn more than once between wanting to capture the moment with the camera and just sink into it and fully experience it.
Thank you again for sharing yourself with us, you dear sweet man.
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Date: 2004-09-17 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-18 06:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-18 06:28 am (UTC)Isn't funny how a little change in our daily routine also changes our perspectives? I've been carrying around a little notepad and pen in my car for those times when I'm alone and thoughts run through my mind (most often in my car) and I can't get to a computer to type them out. I originally bought it as a "to do" list, but I find that I scribble down mind-threads more often than not.
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Date: 2004-09-18 07:05 am (UTC)no subject
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