Silly announcement of the day:

When I was in grade school, we did an English unit on mythology. Myths were explained to our young fertile minds as stories to explain the world...and we were assigned to write a myth. Mine was on the phenomenon of missing socks, and used twin laundry gods.

It was writing like this that convinced my teachers that I was destined for great things in the world of fiction.

October 21, 1998.

"And when I'm sleeping like a log,
Just wake me up & I'll be your dog."

- big sugar

The people upstairs seem to be running & falling a lot lately...particularly in the early mornings. You'd think they could wait a few hours to crash down, but no. Every morning I hear them walking around & dimly think that it's my parents going to work. I wonder if I'll still associate those sounds with my parents when I'm old old old? I suppose so, if my father's still having high-school test anxiety dreams.

It figured that on the day Trevor & I decided to consciously spend apart, I would spend all day analyzing love poetry. All that "time is short, youth is fleeting, love is now" stuff really gets under your skin after a while. Much like when professors assign the "homework sucks" poem by Wordsworth. Sadistic.

"You're over-tasked, good Simon Lee."

- cranly, via wordsworth

Last week my grandmother was accompanied my Uncle Donald to the airport to pick up - surprise! - his new wife. This would be #4. Apparently the divorce from his previous wife in Vancouver went through in February, and he married this one in May. Needless to say, he didn't tell anyone about this. His 3rd wife, Fong Shen, was a similar surprise...he came home from teaching English in Beijing with her, although we had enough notice then to learn some Chinese before they arrived.

This would explain why he moved into my grandparents' basement instead of with Fong Shen when his teaching term in Korea ended - all of my uncles require an incubation period with their mother right after their marriages fail. Except Bruce, who just found a new boyfriend right away. Maybe that's why grandma dotes on Bruce's ex...she misses the helplessness in her own son.

I really hope that I'm not heir to this kind of serial marriage. I'd rather co-habit indefinitely, like Wollstonecraft & Godwin...they did their best work in their long relationship, and they both believed that marriage was slavery. And if they can do it in the 1790's, I should be able to stand up to my mother, right?

Chastity is entirely separate from virginity. This marriage without cohabitation stuff merely encourages hypocrisy in children and immaturity in parents...anything to avoid the certain knowledge that their kids are getting it on a regular basis. How lame.

one year ago today: have fun, will travel