It happens on the subway train again. My eyes suddenly fill with tears.
She’s sitting across from me, smiling to herself, earbuds bobbing. It’s my daughter.
This one’s about fifteen, chubby-cheeked, with short bleached hair. Denim jacket and rolled up jeans, Doc Martens. But everything is clean and untorn.
We’re at home, having a good natured argument over who had the better singles, The Shop Assistants or The Razorcuts.
Now I’m telling her it’s a cliche for her to learn the bass, that she should be playing guitar or drums instead. She’s unmoved.
We’re discussing which is the best Wes Anderson film. We don’t agree. We never agree.
I’m telling her to go easy on her mum, that she only wants the best for her. And she can always change her major later on.
Now she’s telling me about a girl she has a crush on at school. Or maybe it’s a boy. Inside I’m hugging myself that she’s telling me any of it.
It’s only been two subway stops. She gets up to leave. I send her a silent blessing. My daughter.
I’m not sure if anyone else watches Survivor anymore, but tonight’s finale was really disappointing. Brian was a manipulative paranoid greasy used car salesman, and Clay was an abrasive layabout. Why on earth anyone else didn’t see the two of them plotting and break them up is beyond me.
Update: I just found out that Brian Heidik is actually a sometime softcore porn actor and that his wife was arrested recently for assaulting him and that he’s filing for divorce. I wonder if the money will make any difference at all in his life.
The next Survivor, airing in February, is set in the Amazon rain forest and promises a twist. My guess? All sixteen survivors will be women (get it? Amazons!). Mark my words.
Right now in Toronto, it’s snowing heavily. I just wanted to document the first snow of the season…
I’m still wading through around 300 haiku along with the rest of my crazy busy life, so I apologize that I haven’t already awarded the prize. I know at least one of you is calling me an asshat right now. Obviously, that person cannot win now 😉
march 2002 : austin : the continental club
My favourite photo of 174 taken at SxSW 2002. If you’ve been wondering where the rest are, I’m having mixed feelings about doing a wrapup for this year. First, it’s a ton of work, and I’m really busy. Second, I’m not sure I won’t exceed my transfer limits, since people will probably check out last year’s section at the same time. I’m toying with putting it up and taking down last year for a while, or just posting a few pics. But mostly, I’m just lazy.