reading Kathryn's declaration of an idea for a novel about love has made me want to share this

(mind you it has also been in my head for the last 2 days. Even though most will just skim)

ORIGIN OF LOVE
When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
It was before the origin of love.

The origin of love

And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son.

The origin of love

Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said,
"I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer,
Like I killed the giants."
And Zeus said, "No,
You better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors,
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards."
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire

And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife.
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth.
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane,
To scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain,
And a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.

Song written by Stephen Trask (From Hedwig and the angry itch)

I have to take my dog to the vet. We are pretty sure that she has gone blind. She is bumping into everything. She is afraid to go down the stairs. She couldn't find her food bowl this morning. When you call her name she franticaly looks all around, even though usually you are directly infront of her.

It's a sin

books and the sun


"Her beauty was like the edge if a very sharp knife"

It's 1pm in the afternoon. i've just finished lunch, but there is nothing for me to do in the office. So Instead of looking for work to do I've decided to slack off till I'm needed and post instead. I've only got one more day left so it's not a huge deal if I goof off for an hour or so.

My summer is really beginning this thursday. I will revert to be seven years old again. where walking bare feet in the grass is the best feeling. Where the days seems like the last for weeks. Where all you want to eat for the entire summer is popsicles and hotdogs.

I'm looking forward to a summer of planning. Planning our trip to Ontario. Going to farm houses and big cities. Visiting relatives and meeting new ones. Falling asleep on the train, being baked in the son. This is my first trip on my own. sure I went to Europe when I was 15, but the only part I did on the own was the plane trip. As soon as I got there I went around with their family. I feel as if this is the first time I'm totally going on my own vacation, where I plan where I'm going to be, no one else (well the boy of course. I want to show him Ottawa. Although I only lived there for the first 5 years of my life, there's a little part that seems like home. A familiarity that remains with me no matter how long between visits.

I'm looking forward to planning my big adventure. Across the Ocean. Out on my own. Learning things I could never learn here. It's scary though. Picking up to a place where I know no one. It's not like I'm living in another province, when I'm home sick I can take a 20 hour bus ride home. I'll be in a place where I know no one, and no one knows me. I will have Claire, if she is still over there in 2 years time. Her and her family, they feel like home. They always will. And the boy...well he is home.

I'm looking forward to reading. As I've mentioned before, it is my goal to read as much as I can this summer. the summer of planning and literacy. I'm almost done my first summer book, and I have the second one lined up, waiting fo rme in my bag.

Let's go dancing! the next two weeks I have nothing to do thursday mornings, or wednesday nights. Lets go to retro night....a lot of us. it's always more fun that way. After the 16 I will only be able to go out on the friday and saturday nights (I mean out really late), so no retro nights for me. Come on! let's go. Let me know.

Wow. that only killed 10 minutes....now what?