number one hundred and thirty one: tequila.

A tequila dispensing machine? Oh yes.

why won't the snow stop?

Up on Sunday (aka. funday).

number one hundred and thirty: bloor st.

number one hundred and twenty nine: the word "douchebag" in a public setting.

Actually today's post should be: "Taking a picture of the word douchebag and finding out the exam schedule has been posted."

number one hundred and twenty eight: roll up the rim.

number one hundred and twenty seven: slow days at work full of facebook banter.

number one hundred and twenty six: the oscars.

what you love, number 14: taking it easy.

Photo from Kath!

number one hundred and twenty four: drawing.

number one hundred and twenty five: angiola's cooking.

How does she do it?

number one hundred and twenty three: writing.

number one hundred and twenty two: total eclipse of the.... moon?

I sort of feel like I'm lying on this one. It's not the eclipse itself I love - but the excitement surrounding it. The eclipse? Am I the only one who, well, expected a bit more? We live in a culture that has HDTV... I really can't be blamed for being disappointed.

number one hundred and twenty one: flying.

number one hundred and twenty: weathering the cold.

-47 celsius with the wind chill and we walked to Canadian Tire. We are a stereotype.

what you love, number 13: sleeping daughters and puppies.

number one hundred and nineteen: festivalities.

number one hundred and eighteen: learning.

number one hundred and seventeen: rock band.

summoning all of you!

Alright, as I alluded to earlier, I am heading to Winnipeg until Tuesday so I won't be able to post my pictures until then. However, if you send me pictures I will be able to upload them while I'm there.

Any takers?

Let's see some love!

number one hundred and sixteen: the unexpected.

HAPPY VD

what you love, number 12: a night in the park.

This photo also comes from Julia!
It's a park in Bucharest, her hometown, as seen at night from the 9th floor.

number one hundred and fifteen: popcorn.

Yeah. I ate most of it.

what you love, number 11: a ray of light.

This picture comes from Julia in Romania!
She took this one in Ranca, a very beautiful resort in the Parang Mountains.

number one hundred and fourteen: having to interrupt my hedonism with responsibility.

I hope this isn't creepy. Nothing illegal is going on here - my cat is diabetic and I have to inject her with insulin twice a day. Perhaps this seems normal to some of you, but this is a new level of obligation for me. Having said that, in typical hedonistic style, I'll be heading to Winnipeg for reading week (on Friday) so I'll pull the usual move of updating all the photos upon my return. However, it turns out you can't do that with insulin. Hm...

number one hundred and thirteen: being a night owl.

number one hundred and twelve: advice delivered on bathroom walls.

This was in a stall at the Green Room. On the door there was the following (which I couldn't capture properly with my camera!):

"They’ll paint the walls, show us from here – our correspondence truncated, but we’ll take it elsewhere. Take it up and over, take it home, take it to the next sloppy --- of bathroom quality --- and pitcher after pitcher, eye sex followed by sweet caress, we will write away."

number one hundred and eleven: kathy.

number one hundred and ten: big shiny tunes 2.

Possibly the greatest album of all time.

number one hundred and nine: looking up and seeing blue skies.

number one hundred and eight: canada.

number one hundred and seven: my canadian history class.

Once again, taken before the class was underway!

number one hundred and six: cameras.

number one hundred and five: unbridled rambunctiousness.

number one hundred and four: taking cabs.

number one hundred and three: beginning again.

Sometimes the subjects I post are allusions to things in my life that I don't explain. I don't want this to be a blog wherein I divulge everything. I think that if I am ambiguous, the posts could have meaning for anybody.