too long since i've written, anywhere, or anything. back in touch with k. who has her own blog - a true blog in the style of deft bloggers everywhere. that would not be me. but i'm self referential and narcissistic, so i'll make particular note of her bukowski entry of friday april 15. that would be me.
caught in the funk of april. my girl tells me that it's only the profound who suffer from depression, as if my depression were evidence of my Very Deep Thoughts. she's kind, but i think too generous. me on last night about my own superficiality, the constant soundbiting. my fraudulence. funny how these troughs always follow those smooth sailing moments of balance.
i was reading in the globe and mail on the weekend (a leah mclaren article no less - small digression: i used to hate her, but am hating her less. does this mean she's getting less annoying or have i become immune?) about the children of the boomers. Generation Fearless, she calls them. they would have that name - all bravado and look at me and self-confidence that will either bowl you over or bore you silly. i don't know that there's any in between. i have to wonder about my own ambition, that *i* fear *them.* too, my kneejerk cynicism and sense of being somehow wiser, superior, to this next crop of pretty young things.
j. on the election of benedict xvi: "wait a minute... the guy is 78 and he's GERMAN???? don't you think there must be something in that?" god knows i'm prickly about stereotyping, but it got me thinking. apparently, other people are thinking the same thing.
and in the realm of the mundane, i got a new job, starting may 24.
that's 5. seems enough for 7 o'clock on a wednesday morning.
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