ah ---- ha, apples and orang-atangs

no, not the skin of the vertebrate that reminds one of a coconut, or those pesky pen-tanger teenagers good at marshy volleyball and late night poker runs... but the elements of daytime that make one remember what brought them to wherever they are. Speaking of which, I haven't blogged much lately, sometimes, amid the foul mood of this cubicle I say why 'blogger', but then I'm not so crusty and disheartening all the time (ain't that right Sara?). And truthfully I've been too busy here (doing endless amounts of piddly shit) and I've been swimming, water-running (injured achillees), some cycling and lots of circuit-ry ---- good for the abs and the core.

I've also been reading a book called Youth by *******, it's about a South African in London (early 60's) who wants to be a poet but isn't very good, he says, (okay so that doesn't really relate to me), worst of all he gets a job with IBM... dull, dark, hardened IBM ---- how about that for coincidence... he also has a series of meaningless (pathetic, he says) affairs... I can't decide if I like the writing or not, parts of it are pretty dry but I'm still reading and it's only 170 pages so I suppose it won't be long until the end.

that's all from the pendulum that is downtown toronto - live well, Mika