I’m ba-a-ack!

It’s been a month of intermittent Internet connection and scattered files and attention directed elsewhere, but i’m back in Winnipeg on mom’s computer and raring to go.

For you closet anarchists, here’s a zinger of a Sufi quote, courtesy of the inscrutable east and the kitchen wall of the Backpackers on Dundas hostel, downtown Toronto:

Nothing is true,
everything is permissible.

Hasan bin Sabbah (creator of the “Garden of Earthly Delights,” if this source is to be believed)

According to the source, bin Sabbah was a schoolmate of poet Omar Khayyam (“a loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou”) in Persia, back around 1055. Here’s an interesting sentence from the story at the “source” link above:

The students had to ascend through nine degrees, until finally they were taught the Ultimate Truth: that the world is created through actions, and beliefs are powerless distractions used to enslave the masses.

Tofino redux

I had a delightful reunion with ex-Toff writer babe Brittney today. In a fluke of coincidence, she happened to be inToronto same time i was there, and despite many technological screw-ups, email and cell phone came through to bring about a rendezvous at the funktastic Java House in the too-cool Queen Street district.

Britt & Greg at the Java House

Britt (or “Fresh,” as i like to call her) is one of the few West Coasters whom i consider “real” writers, meaning that writing to her is not a hobby or pastime or therapeutic device but rather a life-blood pursuit. (Me, i could take it or leave it, though i always end up taking it eventually.) I admire those few who truly believe — a gift that seems to be  beyond me.

We chewed over our recent travels and the writing life and our prospects and plans, then ate pad thai and she caught a streetcar to the bus station and i walked west on Queen St. Nice.

She has chosen a tough road, but she travels it with humour and grace. I wish her luck.