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We speak sixteen languages at home/ we love our many animals/ travel light drink coffee slow
Travel light drink coffee slow

We cram the concrete riverbed/ with cans of beer and blue and red/ pamphlets that fall from our hands
Messing with the city plans

The rain is pittering on my window
Pit pit pit pit pit pit pit pit you know
I remember when I was a kid
Streaming on the windshield, wipers go flick flick flick
At night the lights blur and go dreamy
Thunder makes us hide between the seats
Dad still drives seventy miles an hour
But no way we'll ever outrun this heat

The rain is pittering on my window
That means the river will be high
Sometimes I go down to the end of it
Sometimes I like to go at night
The concrete river in the city
Ends in a concrete waterfall
I lay there and pretend/ That I am in/ the mountains/ and not here serving coffee to you all
I find peace there

When the seeds are sewn and the sun is set/ and I'm lying in his tiny bed/ and I touch my finger to his head
Touch him with my eyes open
Touch him with the blinds open

The rain is pittering on my window
Pit pit pit pit pit pit pit pit you know
Tapping like a voyeur in the night
Who knew that dark could be so bright
Streetlights light up the lines that draw his face
No one looks up so we are safe
And for a minute I don't have to pretend
I'm at the river again I am on the mountain
Swimming in water again

The Taming of the Plesiosaurus

plesiosaurus looks for the appropriate mode of travel.

the snowmobile should do.

we find the plesiosaurus and attempt to domesticate him. we succeed.

creating evolution? evolving creativity?

So the story goes thusly: God made the earth in six days, made man out of dust in his image, made woman out of man, made the animals and plants that populate the earth. Is evolution biblically possible? Of course! Creationism can be reconciled with Darwin's theory if one realizes that God-days are probably much longer than people-days. Evolution's practically in the bible if you read between the lines. The dust was space dust that combined with gases and eventually water to become the unicellular organism that, through natural selection, became human. Pretty cool. I'm pretty sure that the rib/Eve thing was a metaphor.

The problem I have with strict atheism is that we can explain a godless universe up to the big bang. Where did the big bang come from? Where did that come from? Where did the thing before that come from?

Obviously there are probably answers. We may even get to them eventually. Not too long ago, the earth was indisputably flat, now it's indisputably round. Is creation incredible? Yes! Is there a god? Is there only one? Was our universe created by an exploding bullet fired in a god-level turf war? Maybe there is a god. Maybe there isn't, but I'm not going to entertain the inconsequential question of who created life. All I know is that I'm living it.

I suppose many political regimes would have their platforms made legitimate if the presence of a deity was made fact. Having faith in a legend or myth does not make it fact. How many people argue that they are religious because they were brought up that way? If someone is told that the stars are the souls of the dead over and over again from birth, of course they'll believe it, but repeating something over and over doesn't make it fact (or shouldn't, I believe). To prove whether or not stars are really the souls of the dead, one has to go to a star and run tests on it. If it's a ball of particles and gases the experimenter will get burnt to a crisp and die. If it's a soul, they may turn inside out or something. Another theory on what would happen if humankind did encounter a big shiny soul in the sky comes from Kelvin: "we'd merge and become a single consciousness, then travel to the next star. Once we've gathered all the souls together, we'd have achieved the apex of humanity, as we'd have no barriers between all of us. Everything would be open and free."

I can see this mechanism happening and I'm still on earth. A cute sub-theory branching from this theory would be that stars live on earth as sparkly little balls of fire within each and every one of us.

It may be comforting to believe that there is a god but debating in circles and trying to prove it is not productive. Acknowledging that there may or may not be a god, getting past it, and learning about ourselves, each other and our environment should be our first priority.

Evolution is amazing, a society that allows open discourses on religion is amazing. The implications of the globalization of scientific knowledge are amazing. Life is amazing no matter where it came from and it shouldn't be wasted writing blogs about wasting away life questioning theism.

It's cold and ah um diamonds lay

everywhere

and I'm too cold to go harvest them

and I'm too cold to bother

It's cold and, ah, um diamonds shovelled off the driveway

so you could get your car in yes

I live for your family

It's cold and ah, um, I walk through diamonds, I feel rich

and so full, drunk and eating leftover pizza

with my hands full of diamonds,

and my dog wants more...

and my cat's running around the house, she, always goes crazy at midnight, she,

always goes crazy at midnight, she,

kind of like my friends i keep

asleep for them but record make

every word in case of mistake

im there a silent bystander

drenched in diamonds, clothed in fir

Procrastination = bad, bad bad.

1. if you let the egg bake too long, it will burn and the teflon will come onto it
2. if you wait until spring to build the snow fort, you can't
3. if you are in the washroom until the song is over, the person you were going to dance with will be sad and you will experience heartache

im finally done work, but not until taylor's off too. so we walk to the back together bitching about head management and opportunities and the like. i grab my bike and she calls a cab and we part ways. "i'll talk to you on msn later!" "yeah, so be there!" roll eyes, ride my bike away into the cold night. ive got my fuzzy hunting hat with the earflaps and like three sweaters on. and gloves. i can see my breath but i'm not too cold. i don't have to stop for anyone since it's 11pm at night on a sunday. i ride through the crunchy snow and ice onto the trail that follows the creek. it's faster and quieter.

then i see the beast
i know why we call it a deer
so natural and quiet
but how can this creature exist in a word?
and when it looks at me i feel wrong but so lucky
it lets me get so close
and doesn't run away but just walks
it needs the grass and i'm not dangerous
somehow it knows.
i take pictures on my cellphone but they might as well be UFO sightings
it could be a dog, but i'll know it's not.

and suddenly
the world is so much bigger.
i emerge from the path by the river onto a six-lane road, brightly lit-
but empty and cold
and all i hear is the air in my tires
and some clinking that tells me my bicycle's old.
the leaves that so recently sheltered the landscape
from largeness have fallen and i see the fields
(and i just saw the deer)
and suddenly i could be in peterborough or something
and brampton is placed
the whole GTA is placed
in Canada, on the land
the only boundaries are bus lines.

so i am so quiet
and my ears are so open
when a strange-looking space age car drowns me out
and so the world is unhuman

and i am alone

no one else dares face the cold

or the mystical beasts
that feast by the river.

I'm getting anxious.

My feet are getting vibrations from somewhere else.

I thought I'd be content to sow some roots

do what I have to do

but I miss it.