Tonight is my last night in Montreal Quebec.  We spent an overwhelming four days here.  We were immersed into so many pools of interest: art texte, local artists, CCA, Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal, Stew Stop, Metro, Architecture, Alternative Auberge, Concordia University, Peter Flemming, Mount Royal, Little Italy, Saint Laurent, and most importantly… Drawn and Quarterly.  All of the stress and tension has been worth the holiness of that structure.  It is where I want people to ask for my book in urgency.

This is the end of a long semester.  Cheers!  I can’t really vocalize my feelings on how school is going because, and I am not exaggerating here, my esteem and happiness (regarding and not regarding but influenced by), is currently orbiting directly around the sun of an institutionally defined worth.  I love so many things about being intellectually overwhelmed.  I love so many things about feeling my tired hands as I lay down.  I love the exhaustion, the will necessary to keep on, etc.  The one thing I do not like is when I fall into that trap of definition of worth based on the test or survey of another, especially when that “other” is really just a cog in the organism of a regurgitated structure (the Art World).  With all that being said, I can legitimately say that I am engaged in my work.  I am definitely refining my ways of compartmentalizing and vocalizing my ideas.  I am learning to zoom in and out of the subject at the appropriate times.  I am suppressing the urge to go insane by the multi-contradictory suggestions.  I am trying to do things right the first time.  Step quieter.  Move with purpose (mouth, feet, hands, et al).

In other news, my cousin, Dana, is engaged!  We are still at the dojo.  I still want to build a tree/hobbit house.  My hair is getting long again.  I still get tired of writing blogs instead of talking to you in real life.

Pictures to come soon, my friends.