Strike a pose

UN

I just bought a digital camera. Or at least I think I did. One can never really tell with these online auctions. Especially if one has never used an online auction site previous to the day one impulsively decides to throw all caution aside.

That was a poorly constructed sentence.

But alas, my muse and I are not on speaking terms.

DEUX

Lately I have been on some sort of consuming craze. Plane tickets, newfangled digital doohickeys, artisan tea pots and other fine tea accessories, food, shelter, clothing. I feel like all I ever do is spend money. Or time. Or something.

But what comes of it? Other than rumours of fine tea in fine tea pots?

I need to create something.

TROIS

My writing muse, who has been faithful since birth and who I have loved dearly since pen and paper were put in my reach, has apparently decided to take up residence in some far off country and has not been seen or heard of in months. This is frustrating to someone who has convinced herself she is a writer. And is likely causing me to reject all other creative outputs while I sit here pinning for the almost certain return of my favourite expressive outlet.

QUATRE

I suppose I should acknowledge and encourage my musical muse who is likely driving me to take drum lessons and forcing my guitar to drag me to play in two different bands.

But still I don't create. I reproduce what is already created. I copy a beat. I strum out some chords. But I cannot even remember the last time I wrote a song. A real song. With notes, and lyrics, and thought, and second guessing, and frustration, and joy.

CINQ

I've wanted to paint something for many, many months now. But besides not knowing how to paint I would have to buy the stuff to actually paint something. I've been to the art store a dozen times and walked by the canvasses and acrylics. But I always convince myself to leave before I get too committed to this painting foolishness.

Perhaps this is because I have only ever painted one thing in my adult life. And even then I was greatly abetted by my sisters S and J, who are unmistakably and frequently visited by their artistic muses, and whose artistic talent I have secretely admired -- and probably envied -- for as long as they have had it.

FIN

~by the end of this post g.mango should be able to identify fallacious reasoning patterns and invalid argument forms

Back East

I have a conference in the GTA this week. I love it when work takes you where the people you love are. For free.

~g. mango is void where prohibited

Oh. My. Wallet.

I just scoured the whole wide internet for a reasonable flight back home this Christmas.

Apparently there is no such thing.

So this Christmas, don't be surprised if you look under the tree and all you get from me is the gift of love. Wrapped in old newspaper and discarded twine.

~g. mango is the gift that keeps on giving

En garde!

I went to my first fencing class yesterday.

And I thought I was gonna die.

But I didn't die. As is very likely apparent from the appearance of this post. But, yes, once the near death part had past, I had a tonne of fun.

And now I can star in movies opposite some flashy A-list actor and make a million dollars!

Or, you know, I can effectively poke you in the eye with a metal stick.

~g. mango calls for a recount!