to my readers

It's sad. I thought my blog would be more interesting because I was living in China. Silly little me. In actuality, I give you the same boring rants, but now they are an extra few thousand miles, and few thousand years of cultural difference, removed from your daily life. So what do I do? Because this is public domain, not a private journal. I want and expect people to read it.

I've tried photos, I've tried poetry, I've even tried storytelling. Now I think I'll try me.

I'm slouching in front of a tv I don't understand. But still it comforts me like a pet you've had for years lying in the corner of the room. Although I'de never know, the closest pet relationship I had was with a tortoise in my pond who bit my finger when I stuck it in the water and hibernated sporadically for months every year. But I can imagine. Whenever I think of pet/human relationships my mind conjures up the image of an old widow sitting alone in her house knitting woolen sweaters with a cat in her lap. Now that's cultural conditioning.

We've had no hot water for three days. We survive on solar and its been raining since thursday. Bree braved the cold to wash her hair. She hasn't washed in two days- it can wait till tommorow morning. I showered at the gym thankyouverymuch.

I've stopped to watch a feature show about hamsters on CTV7. It's mesmerising. Closeups of hamsters running on wheels, running through plastic mazes, eating a peanut out of a woman's hand. Her finger looks like it has been specially nail-polished for the camera. White petals on pink nail.

Sam's talking to me on msn...just remembered, must listen to guns and roses when I go to bed tonight.

Enjoy life. (Is that a Coke slogan?)