March 17 1986
Friday, March 17th, 2006Monday 17 March 1986
Well, Grand-mere came to look afer us. A1. Oh, yeah, first day of March break.
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1.A was my aunt
Monday 17 March 1986
Well, Grand-mere came to look afer us. A1. Oh, yeah, first day of March break.
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1.A was my aunt
Sunday 16 March 1986
Well, it was pretty boring day. Grand-mere comes tomorrow to look after us.
From my baby-book, written by my mother:
Saturday March 15 1975He decided he liked sitting in his chair for a while each day on March 15 1975.
I think this must be a prelude to what I’ve come to enjoy as an adult: beginning the day with a cup of coffee, sitting at the table, looking outside, or otherwise quietly composing my thoughts. At the point this was writen I was a month and half old.
Eleven years later, I wrote this in my first attempt at keeping a diary:
Saturday 15 March 1986You know, I was trying to break world records today. Very good like all my Saturdays are.
I don’t remember what world records I was trying to break. Possibly something involving jumping. One shouldn’t picture anything worthy of note, but rather something foolish, pathetic and yet charming due to it coming from an 11 year old’s jouissance.
Ten years after that - and ten years ago - on 15 March 1996, I wrote:
Friday 15 March 1996. I slept in accidentally, and missed Applied Ant.1 I went to linguistics, but was late. E2 and I went to the communications lab. After, I told D3 that I needed a transcription, she said come back around 2:30. So, from 1.30 to 2 I talked with M4 on the 5th, they then had to go, so I waited around for D, who bothered me by standing too close and invading my personal space. Then I went home, and hanged out with S5, did my laundry, and talked with W6 who came for K7, who wasn’t home yet. After [they] took off I killed time until 5:40 when I went to see J8 at work. We talked, and I took off around 7, and she told me she might see me later at the Seahorse, where I went around 10:30, because I was supposed to meet Ba9 and Br10 there. I saw none of them, so I left at ten to twelve after two draught and went home and worked on my journal entry.
This alphabet of first initials consists of these letters:E, D, M, S, W, K, J, B & B. I plugged those into an anagram generator and they gave me a list of words including: bed, webs, desk, skew, sew, jew, and bmw. Nevertheless, I’ve been reduced to this alphabet perhaps due to the mistaken notion that I’m protecting the identities of those involved. Note 1: Applied Anthropology class, which I was studying at Saint Marys. Note 2: a classmate with whom I was doing a project (I think). Note 3: My professor, who a friend of mine (now a lawyer) thought was a milf, although we didn’t have that term at the time to describe her that way. Note 4: M, a girl on the 5th floor of the residence. S, the subject of Note 5, was one of my roommates, and the other roommate was Note 7, Mr. K. Mr. W, Note 6, I don’t remember. J, Note 8, was a girl I was quite fond of, which is a bit of understatement considering I was all in love with her. Love at first sight is both embarrassing and real. She was mean to me and became a lesbian and if I saw her again today, I’d fully expect her to continue being mean to me, her bitchiness both a part of her nature and one of the reasons I was attracted to her in the first place. Or perhaps she’s nice now, in which case it’d be nice to drink wine with her and catch up. Notes 9 and 10: the B-boys: friends from when we lived in the same residence.
Eight years later, on Mon. 15 March 2004 I sat where I’m sitting now, and using the same computer I’m using now, I bought my webspace, having acquired the goodreads.ca domain name the week before.
Friday 14 March 1986
Well, I got homework for the big break. All well, it’s not that bad.
Thursday 13 March 1986
Gees! Tomorrow’s Friday and this is the last Friday before March break.
The next one will be March 13th.
Wednesday 05 March 1986
Well I tell you every test I’m getting this week is nearly all F’s.1. Bad you Tim, bad boy.
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1. I remember this was because of the commotion surrounding my grandfather’s death, when homework and studying was the least of my concerns.
video art: In the late 20th Century, art had become so vague a concept that it was colonized by a variety of practices which otherwise had their own industries. Movie makers called themselves video artists. Actors called themselves performance artists. Set designers called themselves installation artists. A language centering on ‘exploration’ developed, so that there were two generations of people trying to figure out what one could do with a technology besides what it was designed for. Was a TV merely for watching tv shows? Was a video camera merely used to record the type of boring stuff one saw in TV shows? These were the types of questions being asked, so that by the time computers and digital video cameras become widely available to the mainstream, the artists had already been trying for 30 years to figure out what more one could do with it, resulting in much work that is no more watchable and comparable to great art than a scientist’s lab-notebook is comparable to great literature. It wasn’t until the capacity for unintentional masterpieces brought about by the computer and the na?�ve mainstream video editor that one could begin to talk about a genuine video art. An example in addition to just about anything on Viral Video
Tuesday 04 March 1986We went to the dentist today. The fluoride wasn’t bad you know.
Coincidences: a pattern of perception which lends itself to superstition, although if one refuses to indulge in superstition, can find some amusement from them. Examples include:Bush and Quail: quails are birds that hide in bushes. An American president named Bush picked as his vice-president a man named Quayle. This president’s son, also named Bush, picked a vice-president who accidentally shot his friend while hunting quail.
Ford and the Presidents: President Lincoln was assassinated in the Ford’s Theatre in 1865. In the early 20th Century, Henry Ford made the horseless carriage affordable which revolutionized American society and created an eponymous brand, so that by 1963, President Kennedy could be assassinated while riding in a Ford Lincoln convertible.