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The Rideau Canal

As of , the Rideau Canal in Ottawa is the nearest body of water to where I live. Previously it was the Atlantic Ocean; before that, the Assiniboine River—both natural bodies of water:——but the Rideau Canal is an artificial one.

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I first met my fiancée on . I found my record of this incident as I was reading through my Catalogue of Days, looking for potential blog-post material.

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This city is a strange place—so much of it is paved.

The trees here—it must be lonely for them, not being in a forest; stretching their roots out and finding soil compacted by cement, soil sparse of arboreal conversation.


Purple sparks

I used to be able to make purple sparks shoot from my fingertips. I just had to snap my fingers at just the right angle, with just the right force, when the humidity was just right, when my hair was tied up in a bun in just the right way …

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I was bored this afternoon, so I ate a raw clove of garlic.

That’s all.

Having danced

Whatever is nec­es­sary that such dance par­ties as that of last night should hap­pen again—that’s what mat­ters to me. That everybody should be able to dance with their friends in a safe and com­fort­able space and know this and dance freely and en­joy it and have lots of fun, know­ing that they are among friends—that is what is most worth­while to me.

On skating

(Sometimes I space out for a moment.)


I made a remark shortly after I came in the door—paraphrased from David Lebovitz—about the state of the Parisian baguette: Emma is this moment recording it in her quote-book. I am flattered.