November 2003 Archives
Dancing Away
The girl was electric on the dance floor as her brilliant eyes and smiles compelled my body to match her rhythm. Our bodies moved in strange unison, touching and gently colliding, eyes, hands and loins alive and burning with…Continue reading "Dancing Away"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 30, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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Foreign Occupation
Somebody underlined Sigmund Freud on the first page of the book I bought from Jason. I started reading it yesterday to get away from the dozen American who have occupied my house. Because of the American long weekend I’ll spend…Continue reading "Foreign Occupation"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 28, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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Emotional Pornography
Today, Jason sold me an erotic book in the concourse, and while we were making small talk he told me that he read my blog and found it depressing as fuck. And he’s quite right. What I write is often…Continue reading "Emotional Pornography"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 26, 2003 in Writing & the Media
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Everywhere a Blog
Blogging is contagious! In the last few days blogs spread like a virus through Laurier’s online community and I have to take some of the blame. When I started documenting my existence with brutal honesty for all to see, there…Continue reading "Everywhere a Blog"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 25, 2003 in Technology
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Conspiracy Centre
Insurgents on campus seem to be naturally drawn to concourse area: the same suspicious characters sprawl on the same couches day after day. And today I joined them as they shared their disappointment that Georgia’s president did not deliver…Continue reading "Conspiracy Centre"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 24, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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Pervasive Pessimism
I felt ferociously creative at lunch today as Tommy, Bernard, and I bounced around ideas for our Fringe play. By the time we were done, the play became more dynamic and viciously funny, but it also lost most of its…Continue reading "Pervasive Pessimism"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 23, 2003 in Various Positions
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The Urge to Fly
Last night I was about to jump naked in a freezing lake for 20 dollars when Fraser forcefully dragged away from the water. Jumping into the lake would have been a wonderful climax to a simply astounding day: I…Continue reading "The Urge to Fly"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 22, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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She Blinded me with Science
Today’s biology midterm made me feel incredibly incompetent and stupid. I stared at my paper for well over an hour, and I became a bit more depressed with each question I couldn’t answer. Chelicerae? Madreporite? Clitellum? I had no idea…Continue reading "She Blinded me with Science"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 20, 2003 in Various Positions
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It’s All About Performance
I’m going to FR!NGE myself! Laurier’s annual Fringe Festival brings together many edgy and wonderfully talented people, and this year I’ll get to take part in this artistic orgy. I’ll be an idealistic revolutionary who confronts capitalist pigs in my…Continue reading "It's All About Performance"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 19, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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Remembrance of Things Past
My visionary indian friend is desperately trying to fuck up his mind. He wrote me an email today explaining how he assaults people with tenderness, how he tries to drag them into his life, and how he invariably fails to…Continue reading "Remembrance of Things Past"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 18, 2003 in Various Positions
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Beautiful Losers
Dead fucking last. It takes a while for failure to sink in. After 12 hours of sleep I’m still not quite sure what happened at McMaster, but now that I’m a bit more awake I can begin to make…Continue reading "Beautiful Losers"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 17, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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Lighten Up
Before our last round of debating at McMaster, my partner Brian and I were talking with the judge about a frivolous equity complain made earlier in the day. “People need to lighten up,” our judge said. He regretted his words…Continue reading "Lighten Up"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 16, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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Gone
My bags are packed and in 10 minutes I’m leaving for the debating Central Championships at McMaster. This is going to be big, and I’m truly looking forward to the tournament even though I’m terribly unprepared. As always, my partner…Continue reading "Gone"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 14, 2003 in Here & There
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Passion?
I’ve been trying, without much success, to capture a truthful and gripping image of my own body. It seems I have neither the imagination nor the technique to photograph myself, and this is painfully apparent each time I’m confronted by…Continue reading "Passion?"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 14, 2003 in Ideas & Images
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All White and Fierce
I looked out my window this morning to find that last night’s thunderstorm became a blizzard and turned my neighbourhood into a Siberian wasteland. No more biking around town for me. I need to find some new means of locomotion….Continue reading "All White and Fierce"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 13, 2003 in Various Positions
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Going Quietly Mad
Tonight I biked through the cold November rain to get to the Student Publications appreciation dinner, but I didn’t mind because I’ve been looking forward to it for the entire week. The people at student pubs are great, and hanging…Continue reading "Going Quietly Mad"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 13, 2003 in Various Positions
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Animated Tea
Tea with Amy was wonderfully animated, mainly because I had way too much coffee today. Twice I asked the Tim Horton’s ladies for some hot tea, and twice they served me coffee instead (this is what I have to put…Continue reading "Animated Tea"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 12, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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Visionary Indian Angels
My friend is a visionary indian angel daily drifting further away from reality “with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares.” He writes random poems to random strangers and recoils deep within his mind. At least he still has a mind;…Continue reading "Visionary Indian Angels"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 11, 2003 in Friends & Lovers
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Back into the Wasteland
About three years ago Eliot’s Waste Land grabbed my imagination and ripped it to shreads. These lines, in particular, moved me in strange ways: What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of…Continue reading "Back into the Wasteland"
Posted by Tudor on Nov 10, 2003 in Various Positions
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