the motto of a poem is: let's explore!
the poem does not create universes like a novel, and rarely does it create real characters. no. what the poet is thinking in the moment of creation is "i am a human being. i will put words together in such a way as to make you bleed. and once you bleed, then you will know what it means to be really human."
it's about revealing, ripping out, all of the essence of what it means to be alive and to feel.
to live: to experience elation and depression in quasi-instantaneous succession..! this is to feel, to be alive with every fiber of your body, and, for a glowing moment, to know the vastness of what it means to be "human!"

OMG mitul! i had no idea you were pro life... this is very upsetting for me... er... or an i misreading that, and are you pro-choice?
i was actually thinking about starting a pro-choice group at u of t (once i have the time to do so). this is an issue i really feel strongly about. simply put, the choice to have an abortion is never simple. and it's not just "well, if the mother's life is in danger then it's ok," because a mother's life can be in danger not just medically. what if she's from an ultraconservative household, in which case her father and brothers would have to kill her to preserve the honor of the family? what if her family would disown her and leave her on the streets? what if everyone she knows would loose respect for her? what if she's employed or a student and having a baby, or even carrying it to term, could irreversibly damage her future?
and what if she does carry it to term? my mother told me she fell in love with me the moment she saw me. if you were about to give a child up, could you life with that fact? or, if you wanted to give a child up, would you want it to come back 20 years later looking for you?
and most importantly, isn't the life of a grown woman more important than that of a few cells, heat-beat or not?

as a side note: on the topic of women who sleep around and have repeated abortions as a method of "contraception" - if such people exist, they should be sterilized.

and yes, i know what you mean about being told everything you know... and it is annoying.
lastly... are you perhaps seeing my point about why i may not want to go to montreal? i would LOVE to spend new year with my friends... but sober. BTW, remember, we did exactly that last year. and, as i recall, it was fun.

greetings humanoids, particularly those among you, my friends and comrades, who worry about my mental state!
i am well!

this i highly unusual. however, i sort of took sean and stan's advice, and relaxed. i didn't exactly take a day off school - but i tool a day off homework. thursday i went to rek's and helped him clean his room (ah! the relaxation!). it was rather terrifying: he hadn't dusted in over two years. i didn't know dust could get that thick.
friday we went to his grandma's for rosh hashanah dinner. allow me to share an anecdote from said dinner:
amy: geri gave me a bracelet for our one-year-anniversary
alexis: my boyfriend gave me a diamond ring (shows ring)
debbie: vega, what did you get for your one year?
me: (arms crossed) joshua?
rek: (steadily looking away) i'm not making eye contact with you.

this weekend i've tried to catch up on my religions reading, and have not quite made it.
i'm warning everyone now: this coming week i have two problem sets. i will go crazy!

lastly, i finally added new poems at mischief. take a look.

since everyone is posting pics, i thought i would too.
this is my physics professor, with an 8-foot slide-rule. you should have seen the look on his face when mubdi brought it in!