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Former University of Toronto professor Ramin Jahanbegloo has been released from Tehran's Evin prison after a 4 month ordeal, the Toronto Star reports.
a writing exercise. a window. a handshake, an embrace. wide glimpse of the small moments.
Former University of Toronto professor Ramin Jahanbegloo has been released from Tehran's Evin prison after a 4 month ordeal, the Toronto Star reports.
I wore my heart on my cybersleeve for a little less than 3 hours. Later I made jewellery. Now I'm wearing it?
As I was finishing up painting for the night, hand cramping, I turned to CP24 for a final news briefing before bed. Instead of the current news, they were showing a Rewind from this night in 1982. The global/national stories of that night?
I think I need to watch Amelie tonight. Despite how tired I am. Maybe I should make coffee?
i) From St. Clair to Finch I thought about tenuous moralities and what they mean for me and what I was thinking about doing, saying. Halfway there I decided it had nothing to do with morality. I know the extent of my morality, and it isn't always pure. But this isn't about personal ethics anymore, not even a little bit. It's about respect, and because of that I'm not going anywhere near there, am not going to even think about going for it. Grey's Anatomy missed the point, really. There was Love and they took it away. Well there's Love here too, you know? Even if it isn't mine. There are some things you just don't mess with.
A small bit of Monday humour, in honour of the RCMP's1 newest initiate2:
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You're right of course, I haven't been updating lately. I have no reason for it at all either, except that I've been busy doing nothing healthy and enjoying every moment of it. Since tonight holds more enjoyment for me, I will summarize the goods, the bads, and the uglies from the past week or so.
Tired of the usual drinking games and dancing nights, tonights get-together of the Indicrew is going to be done mystyle, with nerdiness in full. To that end, we will be convening in my Suburban basement for the first of (hopefully many more) MarioKart tournaments.
I dragged my mother grocery shopping tonight so I could get a start on buying some healthy foods to replace the crap I've been ingesting this summer. Tomorrow morning I am going to go for a run and do some pilates. This summer has been a mess of lazing, drinking and gaining - it *has* to stop.
She's done it again, the incredible Persian hair. Oh my goodness with those curls, if I could pull that off believe me I wouldn't wrestle with my straightening iron as much, let me tell you.
I'm self-editing again, modifying a post here, deleting one there. Isn't that completely antithetical to the blogger ideal? What does this mean?
If Family Feud asked the survey for the top ways to beat a down spell, the survey would say: family, then friends, then shopping.
Has anyone seen the Activia yoghurt commercial with the dancing people in it? The pregnant women's exercise class, and the businessmen in the elevator? I have a problem with this commercial, aside from the simple fact that the music is so darn catchy. My problem is the fact that for all I know from watching the commercial, the yoghurt is not meant for normal people. As near as I can gather it is meant for pregnant women and yuppies. What gives?
I'm supposed to be cleaning my room, organizing my desk, and getting things together to toss out to the Salvation Army. Instead, I'm sitting at my laptop being educated in Ghostbusters and trying to convince Deanna to come out tomorrow night. My productivity is paramount.