Surrealist Humour

Today I was taking the subway and at the main Yonge-Bloor station, I saw a blind man carrying a saw. Yes, a blind man, with a white cane in one hand, and a saw in the other. I can’t figure out if it was some elaborate April Fool’s joke or a piece of Surrealist performance art. And I’ve been trying to tease out the joke from that whole situation all day. Hit “Comment” and give me your one-liners.

Time Capsule

I’m sorry I haven’t updated. Since getting back from Austin, I’ve been snowed under with work, mostly of the unpaid kind. I spent yesterday afternoon moving an old filing cabinet I’ve been storing at a friend’s parents’ place for the past ten years. It was like opening a time capsule. Some of the stuff I found inside:

  • Bad poetry I wrote, circa 1983 (sorry, no examples!).
  • Several issues of Atari ST User, a British computer magazine for my computer of choice in the late 1980s. These are from 1988!
  • Several “important” documents, including my high school diploma and my Certificate of Canadian Citizenship.
  • “Compact Disc Yearbook 1989,” a magazine that actually rated CD releases as they came out.
  • Newspaper clippings of things I was concerned about. Example: articles about the possibility of nuclear war from 1983. Sample headlines: “No plans to evacuate Metro in nuclear war: Alarm may not even be sounded” and “Half of Canadians would die in nuclear attack, MD says.” It’s hard for younger people to imagine that we grew up thinking that the Russians might bomb us into oblivion.
  • A book of poetry and short stories I wrote in 1989 while travelling alone in Europe.

More “treasures” as they are unearthed…