Well, it's been a while. I've been all over Newfoundland on my literary non-fiction geographical philosophy cultural self-examination writing project (made possible by a kind grant from the Newfoundland and Labrador Arts Council hooray! I hope I will not disappoint you NLAC).

I feel kind of like a kite. But it'd be a kite where the person flying me has let go and a huge gale has just pushed me up and away to a place near the horizon. It's kind of distant point where I diminish, but from where I can see so much. Internal and external landscapes are blurring to some extent. I stood on Brimstone Head two days ago and let the wind hold up my entire 185 lbs (it was strong, it could), and looking out at the agitated sea was sometimes so overwhelming that I had to turn my back and close my eyes.

Anyway. That sounds like a "please notice how sensitive and poetic I am" advertisement, so I'll stop.

How am I lately? I'm tired most days. Blame sleep apnea or high fructose corn syrup or PhD application anxiety or planetary alignments or general terror at the direction the world is taking. Don't you think Sarah Palin would be hilarious if she was less terrifying? But then, laughter is a form of screaming, is it not?

In other news, Facebook shit has a terrible re-design, and listening to the new CBC Radio 2 is like enduring your dad trying to be cool in front of your friends. Slow clap (irony clap!) for New Facebook and CBC Radio 2. Lizard brain says: Change bad! Unnecessary change badder!

Outrage on these points may seem disproportionate, but it is easy and good to get angry over stupid little things. Well, perhaps not good (perhaps even un-good), but understandable. My real rage is at things that seem beyond my control, so it's frustrated and needs a vent somewhere.

Take it away, LOL Kate Bush.