My friend Marvin read my post on “Male Sexuality and the Ogle” and came up with a poem titled Doggerel on a Theme from Eclexys.

Today was a day of relentless little disasters; shoelaces tearing on the way out of the house, dropped containers, stubbed toes, malfunctioning CD-burners, a whole restaurant mysteriously torn down, a surprising lack of cherry blossoms, foolish restaurant orders, dangling jacket buttons, all capped off with a shocking movie experience. And it was also wonderful, and happy, and good.

It’s funny. Yesterday morning I met one of my cool friends downtown for a coffee before work. I normally never meet anyone before lunch, partly because of my work schedule, and partly because nobody ever seems interested in meeting in the morning. So it was something different, anyway. But our conversation is a clue to something: one of the first things we talked about was how we both felt incredibly tired. Well, after coffee and lunch, I headed to work. Work was alright, I suppose. My classes were mostly okay. The theology/travel-tourism kids tried a little harder this time, and …

Gord: “Hey Dad, what time is it there?” Dad: “Uh, 4:30am.” Gord: “Oh, damn, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Dad: “It’s okay. What’s up?” Gord: “Well… I don’t know how to say this… uh, I’m going to just come out and say it. I guess.” Dad: “What?” Gord: “You know how Marie’s pregnant? And you thought Marie was gonna give you your first grandchild?” Dad: “Yeah.” Gord: “Well… wrong.” Dad: “What?” Gord: “Um… she’s not the first. It’s me.” Dad: (serious tone)”When?” Gord: “Um… last week. I didn’t know.” Dad: “I see.” Gord: “I don’t know what I’m …

Translated from Korean: Gord: Why is your homework the same as his? Student: It’s not. Gord (from one book): “I live is by red house and one is sister. I live near The World Cup Stadium. My house so is very good.” (from other book) “I live is by red house and two is brother. I live near The World Cup Stadium. My house so is very good.” Student: It’s different. One sister, two brother. Different. Gord: Do I look stupid to you? Student: No. Gord: It’s the same homework. Student: We’re neighbours. Gord: So you did your homework together …

Some of this is translated from Korean. My sorta-ex-girlfriend messaged me first: “Gord! Guess what! I’m going abroad in one month!” “Really?” “Yeah. I will go to Australia.” “How long?” “Maybe one year, or two. And Gord… I miss you. T.T” [T.T is a sad face—tears streaming down from eyes on either side of a little closed mouth] “Ah! That’s great! It’s good for you!” “But don’t you miss me?” (Awkwardly, somewhat obviously saying a white lie to spare her feelings:) “Um… uh… a little, I guess.” “Gord, I’m disappointed with you. Do you know what day it is today?” …

Life’s been so busy lately, and I forgot my computer plug at the office last night so I actually got something approaching a decent amount of sleep. But I didn’t get to post. So last night, I taught until 6:30pm. Then, I killed time at the office waiting to meet a student who wanted to get some help revising her speech for a speech contest. It’s not something I do everyday, but this kid is a really good student and I want to encourage that kind of thing, so I agreed to meet her. We worked until about 8pm, and …

Is everyone as lucky as I feel on a day like this? The sun is beautiful, the people in my life are gentle and love me, the world is full of so many good things. Even the evil nasty ranting of Morrisey is sweet and pretty. As the poor bastard sang, There is a light and it never goes out… But of course I don’t mean it as he did. I woke to a sweet conversation and a farewell of a kind. I found kind words on my site, and a wonderful invitation spun its way to my through the …

Does anyone doubt that Satan would wear a necktie? (That is, were he to exist…)

It’s almost 11:00 am. Most days, at this time I’m either cycling to work, or I’m already there, sitting in the office diddling on my computer, or chatting with other teachers. But on Fridays, things are a little different: I teach from 2:30pm until 10pm, and so I find myself at home all morning, sometimes cooking, sometimes cleaning, sometimes just posting to my blog, writing, or reading. It’s a strange time of the day: my friends overseas are almost all sleeping, and my friends in-country are mostly in class or at work. So my friends list on Trillian is empty, …