a wolf angel is not a good angel

this is a wolf angel & it eats the people it’s supposed to help. A wolf angel is not a good angel to have looking out for you.

Archive for May, 2004

Why do people go to grad school, after all?

Posted: Monday, May 31st, 2004 @ 1:04 pm in Academic stuff and nonsense | 5 Comments »

Via In the Shadow of Mt. Hollywood, a question of why people pursue PhDs, given the (lack of) academic job market. These are my interpretations of the responses.
Answer (a), from Cold Spring Shops (Apr 29, permalinks bloggered):
Hey, well, I’m getting paid some, guaranteed to keep this for a couple of years, and it’s not like […]

Sunday in the city

Posted: Sunday, May 30th, 2004 @ 10:47 pm in Life and sleeping, Photos | No Comments »

Hey Mike, you busy?
All this sunshine’s making me dizzy
Went outside all my clothes dried
And If I’m babbling please forgive me
But it’s the first hint of sunshine
For a week or so they say
I’m keeping well I’m in good health
But I sneezed when I looked into the sun today
There’s my bike looking dusty
The spokes are broken and […]

Al Purdy, poem

Posted: Sunday, May 30th, 2004 @ 9:07 pm in Sunday poem | 4 Comments »

You are ill and so I lead you away
and put you to bed in the dark room
- you lie breathing softly and I hold your hand
feeling the fingertips relax as sleep comes
You will not sleep more than a few hours
and the illness is less serious than my anger or cruelty
and the dark bedroom is […]

Five foot two . . .

Posted: Sunday, May 30th, 2004 @ 10:24 am in Canadia | No Comments »

This campaign has been famously boring. Satirists are complaining. (Can’t find the article online.) Paul Martin pledges to leave if he doesn’t keep his promises. Yeah, sure you will. Just like Chretien promised to resign halfway through his term if we’d elect him just one more time. And we did! (And, eventually, he did, too. […]

Give your brains in at the campaign trail

Posted: Sunday, May 30th, 2004 @ 12:14 am in Canadia | No Comments »

In not so surprising news, all our politicians are idiots.
Jack Layton accused Paul Martin of killing the homeless because he cut low-cost housing funding. Well, okay, I also think that was icky, but Paul Martin isn’t exactly a murderer.
This wouldn’t be particularly interesting — though it’s unusual, because personal attacks are fairly rare (except […]

Why shouldn’t they?

Posted: Saturday, May 29th, 2004 @ 6:06 pm in Random bits | 2 Comments »

I found out the other night that my grandparents sell stuff on ebay. Okay. Worse — they’ve been doing it for years. Through my cousin’s account, that he’s had since he was 9, or something. (He’s 16 now. Driving. Well, learning.) I’m impressed they’re so into the internet, but — I only started buying stuff […]

Holden Caulfield

Posted: Thursday, May 27th, 2004 @ 4:16 pm in Books | 11 Comments »

In reading responses to Erin O’Connor’s question about what books should be assigned in high school, I found someone who said how much they loved The Catcher in the Rye.
This book was the only book that I have ever been assigned that I didn’t finish reading. (I finally forced myself to finish it a few […]

Challah

Posted: Wednesday, May 26th, 2004 @ 1:13 pm in Recipes | 3 Comments »

1 t sugar
1/2 c warm water
1 pkg yeast
1/2 c oil
1/2 c warm water
1/4 c sugar
2 t salt
2 eggs
3 1/2 - 4 c flour
sesame seeds
1 egg yolk beaten with 1 t water
Dissolve sugar in 1/2 c warm water in a large mixing bowl which has first been rinsed with hot water. Sprinkle yeast on top and […]

Fear, presence or absence of

Posted: Wednesday, May 26th, 2004 @ 12:18 pm in Life and sleeping | 10 Comments »

Stupid commenting system sucks. I am seriously underimpressed with Typepad currently. Instead of a comment to this, then (and also a bit of a response to this — Trackback in Typepad also sucks):
Although Dorothea says it wasn’t about my fear — I didn’t think she was putting me in the group of people who never […]

Wasting time again

Posted: Tuesday, May 25th, 2004 @ 11:32 pm in Ridiculous quizzes | No Comments »

I am, of course, none other than blank verse.I don’t know where I’m going, yes, quite right;And when I get there (if I ever do)I might not recognise it. So? Your point?Why should I have a destination set?I’m relatively happy as I am,And wouldn’t want to be forever aimedTowards some future path or special goal.It’s […]