You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love...– Bob Marley
one of my most vivid childhood memories is going over to my grandmother’s house to help her rotate her enormous shoe collection so that the current season’s ware was most accessible.
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do...– W. S. Merwin, “Separation” from The Second Four Books of Poems (via lastwaltzinvienna)
Last night at Lowbank
And there are not enough words to describe the flurry of emotions taking over. Twenty-three long, amazing, chaotic, memory-filled years in this home, and tomorrow we are saying our goodbyes. I am incredibly excited for the new place that awaits my family in midtown Toronto — a gorgeous, unbelievably accessible condo that my North York self has been dreaming about since high school...
The History of Love
Excerpt from “The History of Love” by Nicole Krauss. Once upon a time there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword. A pebble could be a diamond. A tree a castle. Once upon a time there was a boy who...
another ultimate time-waster: sporcle.com →
posting when i have work to do? hm, i wonder if this is some kind of theme. two assignments, two essays, two tests and one play to finish directing before i can graduate. wishful thinking me says that i can get 1/3 of that done by next week. realistic me says that focusing that hard is cuckoo for coco-puffs. instead of working, i’ve spent all my time recently playing geography quizzes on...
I have lost a telephone with your smell in it I am living beside the radio...– “Waiting for Marianne” by Leonard Cohen
So these days we are both silent about what we both know: that at some point, I...– Irena Klepfisz, “‘Di Yerushe’/The Legacy: A Parable About History and ‘Bobe-Mayses,’ ‘Barszcz’ and ‘Borsht’ and the Future of the Jewish Past
i’m back from montreal and the liquor random but amazing nights; from my friend’s cottage and the martha-stewart cooking adventures followed by intense boardgame rivalries; from toronto and lazing on the couch with my mother, as the olympics play endlessly in the background. the last month of schoolwork is looming over. help.
love is patient →
I suddenly felt ecstatic and then realised that it was only the absence of grief– Sarah Kane’s “Crave”
from my friend, sean.
Kissing Photography →
San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a...– Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
And people say to me “Jesus wasn’t Jewish”. I say “Of...– Robin Williams, Live On Broadway (2002)
The temperature in Ottawa is minus fifteen degrees celcius. Now that may seem...– Pilot in “My Mother’s Lesbian Jewish Wiccan Wedding” (by David Hein and Irene Carl Sankoff)