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altera ego: September 2006

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Monday, September 25, 2006. But first, a bit more Martini Rossi. Usually, I stop before even starting. I have found myself the perfect topic to fret about and muddle over: the material, or the tool, or the weapon. Like a pair of shoes, the perfect one does not seem to exist. Let’s examine the options. Scribbling should never be done along preset lines. But then again is one really scribbling? Don’t even think of it! What would I do with the torn out pages? Don’t even dare think of a trash can).

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altera ego: December 2005

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Thursday, December 29, 2005. All authors will tell you that to write, one must know solitude. Marguerite Duras has written an entire book. I once read in a magazine interview that Yann Martel wrote Life of Pi. It’s beautiful. She wrote on her website that authors write. On good days I realize it’s because I have nothing going for myself. Most people tell me to take advantage of this time and to relax. I can’t seem to do that, and inertia seems to deaden me all over. Stupid horrible state....I couldn’t fa...

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altera ego: April 2006

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Sunday, April 30, 2006. Posted by julie at 9:08 PM. Sunday, April 23, 2006. In Loving Memory of My Oma. Some out there are aware that last Monday, Easter Monday, April 17th, my Oma (which is the Dutch word for grandma) passed away. She had suffered from Pick’s disease. It has been a very tiring and emotional week, and I haven’t yet shed my last tear over my loss. Oma was much loved and will be greatly missed. I would like to start by reading a passage from the Tao Te Ching. Between birth and death,.

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altera ego: July 2006

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Saturday, July 29, 2006. I’ve been frazzled. Of late, I mean. More than lazy, and unwillingly so. Slothful. In a fleshy way. A messy way. But no. It’s completely natural, unprompted, and spontaneous. Maybe Most likely just not to think. Posted by julie at 10:17 AM. My Never Ending Thesis blog followed the progression of the writing of my MA thesis. Now that my MA is done, I chose to create a new blog for my new post-MA life. Montreal, Quebec, Canada. View my complete profile. Garbage in the Tube.

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altera ego: January 2006

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Tuesday, January 24, 2006. He questions these Jews, the Jew himself. A none-believer yet ostracized for his race, or his religion, or his lack of nationality. He becomes the Wandering Jew and drags his innocent Belle along with him. They are perfect in their beauty, and that’s all they are. Did he want to hasten the end to spare the reader its negativity? Was he unable to write in detail the detriment of the relationship? Are we supposed to imagine it? What does reason have to do with love? My birthday i...

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altera ego: November 2005

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Tuesday, November 29, 2005. Reasons to be happy. Yesterday was Ben’s and my 3-year anniversary. I made him supper: salmon tartar, steamed vegetables and salad, and ice cream with fudge brownies for desert. Nothing extraordinary. I also slightly transformed our living room/office into a green (his favourite colour) love shack and there offered him an auditory experience. I had picked up Jeck, Yoshihide. Today, I feel like I have so much to say, so much of which I don’t feel like sharing here. Sure, one ca...

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altera ego: March 2006

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Sunday, March 19, 2006. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. So I handed him my bottle. And he drank down my swallow. Then he bummed a cigarette. And he asked me for a light. Perspective can’t always be seen. It takes different eyes. I’ve finished a book recently. A Million Little Pieces. Posted by julie at 11:24 PM. My Never Ending Thesis blog followed the progression of the writing of my MA thesis. Now that my MA is done, I chose to create a new blog for my new post-MA life. Garbage in the Tube.

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altera ego: October 2006

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Tuesday, October 31, 2006. Actually no, just the plunge has me doubting. The plunge and the void. And maybe the landing too. Posted by julie at 7:41 PM. Sunday, October 29, 2006. Montreal, the beautiful. Is the first to have brought it to my attention. At the time I was a Lit student at UQAM, and he a chargé de cours, or temp teacher, of a first year Intro to Literary Theory course. He brought it up because of his own work and involvement with Marc Angenot. Between the two World Wars know of their place&...

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altera ego: May 2006

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Wednesday, May 03, 2006. Time for a break. These past three months I have:. 1) started a new job (in quite a high-stress environment);. 2) finished my TESL certificate by doing a praticum course and a Latin course;. 3) transformed my 87-page MA thesis into a 25-page article for publication (fingers crossed);. 4) at the end of it all, I had to say farewell to my dear Oma. Posted by julie at 9:32 PM. Montreal, Quebec, Canada. View my complete profile. Bookslut (look for La Marquise). Garbage in the Tube.

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altera ego: February 2006

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Wednesday, February 15, 2006. This is a rant. My first one. Isn’t this, simply put, the definition of imperfection? A perfectly flawed system? The fluffy filaments of the feather dance a fluttering dance as his words are laid down. Perfection. A job well done, he heartily grasps his jug to swallow a heavy gulp of wine. Can a gulp be heavy? Does putting me down make them feel good? I was put in French immersion. From then on I went to French school, so I learned to read and write French before my moth...