guelph raze the city seems small, until you think you're lost. then it seems much larger than it is. but there's always a cute girl with a pierced nose behind the counter of a bakery to help with directions to a used bookstore. "easy peasy pumpkin squeezy," she said. no lemon for her. i should have asked her what happens when you hug a pumpkin too tight. didn't find many of the books i was looking for in either of the places i looked, but i did find a few. and there was good food, and good music, and on the way back home a sunset unfurled that made the clouds look like a painting, all orange and red and pink and three-dimensional glowing cotton. all in all, a good day spent three hours northeast of where i usually am. 131115 ... epitome of incomprehensibility When I read this yesterday, I felt like saying, "Oh, did you see H there?" ...as if you'd know who H was, or have the remotest chance of meeting her in a sea of thousands. People have an idea of the odds, and yet they , "Oh, you went to [place]! I know someone who lives in [place]!" (H is a friend of J and (e_o_)I, of course. The three powerful idea women, as we sometime delude ourselves, though only one of us is making significant money. But that is a lie, because money itself isn't significant... You take one mathematician/programmer, one writer/tutor/musician, and one accountant/writer, and what do they have in common? ...Being in different places, evidently: New York, Montreal, Guelph. Because differences are things in common too.) 131117 ... e_o_i Though, as for things in common, I'll bet a million dollars of imaginary money that you and H have been in the same bookstore(s). 131117 ... raze i was at the bookshelf, and then i was at macondo. so i may owe you one million imaginary dollars. i visited a few bookless places too. it's possible i inhabited the same space as H at the same time, without either of us knowing it. she might have been leaving the bakery where directions were asked as i was going on... 131118 ... n o m i liked guelph. i seem to remember a lot of stone and squirrels. i bought my flanger there at a pawnshop years ago. and some weed on a corner. played at jimmyjazz and they payed good. i drank a guiness and i remember the bar having this kind of trough for collecting tips never saw that before. oh yeah there was that whole thing that happened just before the show with a guy falling outside from a few flights above and i had to run into the alley with f and we yelled call 911 and they came and sawed the guy out from where he fell behind metal stairs while we were playing and i just hoped he was going to be ok, maybe i wrote about it here or somewhere. anyway i remember the university-town-ness of guelph and with everyone converging on 4 corners to eat chinese fast food in the middle of the night before we drove to waterloo. 131118 ... n o m guinness, paid 131118 ... n o m run into the alley=run outside, run around the block, and into the alley. anyway.) 131118 ... e_o_i That must have been scary, the guy falling out of a window. I am trying to think. I don't think I've actually been to Guelph. My mind returns "Cornwall, Ottawa, Gracefield/Kazabazua and environs, Kingston and surrounding country, Toronto mainly the bus/train station, Peterborough, St. Catharines, Niagara Falls, Burlington, Sarnia-that-I-used-to-call-Narnia and London-not-the-England-one" in a search of Ontario Towns and Places (Quebec City was rejected for not actually being in Ontario, poor thing, but your comment about stone triggered it - beautiful hillsides and cobblestone roads) and no Guelph. Could I never have been there, ever? This seems sad. I will go and visit it maybe in the indeterminate future. 131118 ... e_o_i Gracefield where the summer camp is and Kaz with the furniture store are in Quebec too. Not Ontario. Speaking of being in Quebec and not Ontario, H is coming back from Guelph to Montreal for the holidays! 131213 what's it to you? who go blather from