i honour sacred Ilium most, with my immortal heart... --Iliad IV
i always wanted the Trojans to win. i first entered the ten-year war in my grandparents' house on Keeley Way in Saskatoon, the summer of '93 (?). i was sitting at what must have been Opa's desk, i think it was a big maroon swivel chair and i was very small in it, with sunlight pouring in; Oma'd got me a copy, a slightly pinkish hardcover, and i sat there and read it through--and was quite sad for Troy, indignant at Agamemnon, admiring Hector. i just didn't jive with the Greeks. But now there is this movie.
Yesterday was James Clerk Maxwell, Shaikh Tamir, quick greetings to a dozen people at the masjid before random alleles, again tractor-works. i think i pulled a muscle in my wrist with the auger. Driving with Chopin, met some new people and some notsonew people, though i didn't say much in either case. And home, for Hamoodi and Hamza climbing on my back, and then with our respective sisters in hide&goseek. The twins are what, five now? i keep thinking of them as two. i used to consider them the Essence of childhood beauty. Doughnuts, 9:30.
If you read this and are going to the MAC-dealio today, you should offer me a ride.
