Category archives: Vindaloo

Rumi graces candlelit evenings
Soft and gentle mystic love
Petrarch forms great swaths of words
To soft to give to waiting doves

I crack the knitted fabric
With crusty crude cold air
Animal lust crudest love
Tearing fabric laying bare

I probably should have held my tongue
Let quiet passion's sway
Inspire the genteel crowd ...

Cut crystal chalices
Have less perfect form
Hold no stronger wine
Scatter light less perfectly
Attract mens' eyes less frequently
Than these flawless lips
Wrapped round honeyed tones
Spiced with foreign deserts
Laced with thoughts of home
Forming a quiet pool of hope
From which my heart would drink
But which my mind forfends

I got a last-minute invite from Michelle to go to Aleck's poetry evening. Was all people I know, save for two friends of Aleck. Hadn't seen Golnar or Shadie in ages, it's even been a while for Kathryn.

Anyway, turns out the evening wasn't really about reading one's own poetry, it was more about reading ...

Rogers has just announced that they are going to discontinue their usenet feeds; no more comp.lang.python.announce or comp.lang.vrml. This comes on the heels of their attempts to strongarm us into "upgrading" to digital cable (incompatible with the PVR software on the computers) for an extra $10/month (before the cost of the hardware to adapt the ...

Took a few hours off to hit the Toronto Philosophy group meeting. Good discussion focused primarily on the question of morality (and the sources thereof). Interesting set of sources, from culturally-inculcated objective idealism through utilitarianism and a sort of Lockian or Randian relativism.

Anyway, quite worth the trip down. Next meeting is the third Wednesday ...

How many years have I danced alone
To rhythms, rhymes and dreams
Giving over hope to wandering notes

Great bird of fire, you once moved with me
Dazzling lights across smiling eyes
Strong bodies sliding softly 'cross the floor

Dark winters' solitude crept between us
Bodies cooling and fading to cracked stone
Softly falling snow ...

Michelle cancelled for the Plasticised People exhibit, so I spent the day at the library. Nothing really exciting that way, picked up a new book to read and a "Pocket Magritte" to flip through.

Magritte is one of those painters I feel ambivalent about; some of his work is playing with interesting ideas, but for ...

I had completely forgotten that Michelle and I had agreed to go to the Plasticised People exhibit tomorrow to sketch. So much for my plans to get huge amounts of writing done.

Not much else to report, basically the whole day was spent on phone conferences. Not the most productive day in the world, but ...

Very pleasant evening at Dan's tonight. Spent most of the time talking with Carole and Simon (the second). Carole is one of those people you really have to admire. The last time we saw her (a year ago) she was trying to put together funding to work in Africa. Since then she's been in Africa ...

I didn't wind up getting any noticable amount of work done on the thesis yesterday. Turned out I was just too tired to read, and the philosophy lecture wasn't particularly relevant to my studies.

Had an interesting conversation with Suzanne (Sara's roommate), she mentioned a program at UofT that sounds like it would be a ...