Assorted Notes That Didn’t Make It Into Previous LJ Trip Entries

• I only saw 11 SARS masks in Toronto, including one Toronto leaving for Charlottetown with me. In my opinion, Toronto’s SARS scare was a needed exercise; what if SARS was a pandemic disease comparable to the bubonic plague? That said, the hysteria over the disease was overblown. Oh, and Mel Lastman is an idiot.
• I went to the Bau-Xi Gallery on Wednesday. There was a fantastic exhibition by one Andre Petterson there. I took a photo of one work; I’ll link to it when the films are developed.
• Kingston is a very pleasant town. It is palpably less multicultural than Toronto, but infinitely more advanced than Charlottetown. Then again, in the early 1990s Indian restaurants were apparently thin on the ground there, too.
• On Friday, I met with Dr. Marta Straznicky, head of the graduate program in English at Queen’s. She recognized me, I think from the E-mails that we exchanged. We had a nice little chat about my involvement in the program, Kingston, the difficulty of getting residences, and the large number of courses (22) available in the coming year. Queen’s looks good.
• Talking to Craig Saturday night, he mentioned how Margaret Cho called SARS Severe Asian Racism Syndrome. Pak Wei, in Kingston, mentioned how he heard from his friends in Toronto how non-Asians were avoiding Chinatown. I didn’t notice this, but then I was the visitor. (And the only reason I didn’t eat in Chinatown is that I can get Chinese food here.)
• There was, in the College Hostel on my second visit, a fetching young brown-haired woman from Mecklenburg, on the Baltic Sea coast of the former East Germany. She was impressed that I knew where she came from.
• Heavier-than-air flight is wonderful.

The Last Eighteen Hours of my Trip

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If i was a serial killer i would be Lizzy Borden. Lizzy Borden, not by definition a serial killer, but a notorious killer nonetheless. One day as her father was napping on the living room sofa Lizzy Borden took an axe and hit her father’s head with it repeatedly some where around 40 times, completely disfiguring his face into an unrecognizable mess of blood and gore. Almost immediately after Lizzy attacked her mother in her bedroom, again hitting her head with an axe over 40 times. Lizzie Borden took an axe, And gave her father forty whacks. And when she saw what she had done, She gave her mother forty-one. kill count: 2 Find what serial killer you would be, Take the Serial Killer Quiz now!

I like Inferno

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell – The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante’s Divine Comedy Inferno Test

Weed.
You’re the baby of the drugs,
and that’s okay,
because I’m sure,
I could do you all day.

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Back!

I got back an hour ago, and I am (among other things) downloading my 812 E-mail messages accumulated since the early afternoon of the 20th.

Thank God I was able to prune out the junk and other unwanted mail via my webmail interface, else I’d probably have twice that number.

More on the trip later.

Last Day in Toronto

Today was fun.

Note to Self (And Anyone in a Similar Situation)

If you are ever travelling, make sure that every last one of your little cards (especially the free or near-free cards) are up-to-date.

(Couldn’t get a new ISIC card, could get a YTC card which–I was assured–will serve the same purpose.)

An e.e. cummings poem

From here, via Trivial Pursuits.

i like my body when it is with yours
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does…
i like how it hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh……And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly I like the thrill
of under me you so quite new