I haven't posted in a while and think that maybe this is the time to do so despite the fact I really have nothing noteworthy to say. Let us simply treat this as reprieve from the flu's devoted postings that make up for all of us slackers.

So the update is as follows:

1. My street has not been fixed. In fact today there was a giant gaping hole between me and the road I needed to take to get to school causing me to be late to a meeting.

2. Yes I have meetings, a stuffy fate I thought I'd never be subjected to. Especially when white men sit around a table and talk about getting "youth culture" into the "institution". I neither feel a part of youth culture nor the institution so I don't know where I fit in. It seems the institution by default.

3. It seems I have a "practice" by default.

4. Evidently young male workers at Rona live a life of seclusion since they appear shocked and utterly confounded when a female asks them anything. They panic, point and stutter and then I find they gave me wrong directions. I also was wearing nothing but a noodle that I threw at myself to see if it was cooked.

5. Old men like to tell me I have "nice wheels". It's a tactless jeer at my recently acquired amputee status.

6. Some MA at a party told me she always liked my hair. She was also drunk. I didn't go home with her though.

7. I cut portions of my hair to re-align my identity with Ontarians. It worked. They're not very bright.

So that's all I have to say about my Ontario experience thus far. And I haven't even made any art....ha! Perhaps my thesis can be an indepth exploration into the existential dilemma of doing absolutely nothing.