Old posts found

I’ve recently acquired a new cell phone.  One of the joys of a new cell phone is the transferring of information from one to the other.  In the midst of doing just that, I came across a few posts I never finished and never posted.  Here they are.  Still not “finished” but at least posted.



I’ve been listening to every version of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah that I can get my hands on.  There are more than a few.  It seems the song has struck a chord with many a wounded soul.  Is it fair to ask which interpretation I like best?  There’s the original – Leonard’s version(s) that really just stand alone.  And the other ones that have become classics – Jeff Buckley is certainly the best known and for those of us in Canada, KD Lang’s Juno performance is certainly heart-wrenching.  And so many others have tried to make it their own.

I’m not ready to stop the search.  Still looking for more Hallelujah.


I’ve become a pretty bad sleeper.  I’m not sure how or when it happened but insomnia now has itself so shackled to me that begging, pleading, wine-drinking, exhaustion cannot release the chains.  (It might have something to do with the thesis…these days I’m blaming everything on the thesis!)

Last night’s inner monologue:

Please let Kate sleep past 5 a.m.

Dynamic.  That’s it.  Dynamic was the word I was looking for when I was writing about elite culture today.  Don’t forget that.  Dynamic.

Is Jack’s soccer game Saturday or Sunday this weekend?  Don’t forget to check.

Go to sleep, Elizabeth.

What can be done about Harper??   Is Jack fighting hard enough?  Seriously Ontario,  I’m still mad at you.

I’d really like a night of blackness.  Deep, peaceful blackness that carries me away from consciousness for 8 hours.  A dream?  Perhaps.