29 August, 2012

and off she goes!

in the preceding week i worked my very last day ever as a dental drudge and celebrated said day with a ceremonial trashing of my duty shoes. it felt good but somewhat surreal. all of this, really, feels like the busy time before a big trip, a trip that fails to feel like reality until you are sitting on the plane and baby, i am about to get on.

in the last several days (when i wasn't hopped up (. . . no, wait, hopped down?) on lorazepam) i took my clothes out of my assorted wardrobes, shelves, drawers and storage boxes and laid them all out; gathered up my footwear; purchased multi-coloured felt pens and pencil crayons*, an architectural scale**, a roll of tracing paper***, a green cutting board, and a kick-ass green monster lunch bag that holds all of my colouring implements in one place, and made myself ready for the long and treacherous trek to the city of calgary where i shall make my home for the next two years.

dear poultries, the time is nigh, education beckons, and i seem to have mostly conquered the irrational fear that i shall fail at this spectacularly and come crawling back with a soggy toothbrush between my teeth and my ego shattered irreparably. complete strangers tell me i will do well. friends, too, of course, and so i wrap my belongings in a largish kerchief which i shall hang on a walking stick as i set off on this new adventure. embrace change, they tell me. well, looks like i don't have a choice, don't it?

wish me luck and i shall try to keep you posted. if i do fail spectacularly and jump off a bridge or something, i will ask mister monkey to let y'all know, ok?


* yes, i am going to be getting a master's in colouring, apparently
** the use of which, in practice if not in theory, remains a perfect mystery to me
*** ditto

25 August, 2012

once more, into the palimpsest!

a friend's random comment recently showed me that the palimpsest is alive and well in that most literary illiterate of public spaces: facebook. i'm not certain whether the facebook team, in an unprecedented brilliantly post-modern move enabled the creation of the palimpsest or whether it was merely an accident.

what happens is that you can edit and re-edit your fb comments, and, in classic palimpsest fashion, all pre-edited versions are visible to those who choose to look for them. this makes little sense when viewed in a purely practical light - after all, the whole point of editing one's comment is to take away the typo, the heat-of-the-moment angry words, the inappropriate remark, the misspelled name, the pointed slur, the unfinished thought, and substitute the proper spelling, the witty retort, the fully formed and polished sentence that would leave one's mama proud. editing and leaving behind the electronic version of the scribbled, liquid-papered over, ink-stained first draft makes absolutely no sense, unless we see in this the oh so subtle gift of the palimpsest: thoughts layered upon thoughts, inklings half-formed morphing elegantly into fully fledged ideas, philosophical debates with the self resolved, mental disorder, step by step, evolving into cool clear analysis. or you can just insult someone repeatedly as a joke and see if they have the mental wherewithal to discover your hidden arsenal of abuse.

take this gift that i have given you, my friends, and go forth to create a palimpsest treasure trove on facebook before they fix things, leaving us all the poorer for it! go now!

p.s. i have written about the palimpsest once before but because i am pathologically technologically under-informed and the "ctrl+f" feature didn't work, you will be spared having to read an ancient post on my having once woken up with the word "palimpsest" on my lips. that's all that happened and to this day i can't explain it. still, having the idea of the palimpsest easily within one's reach tends to keep things more interesting.