I write and it's about the only thing I know how to do. I'm usually embarrassed for people who walk into a room and announce that they're artists, but I also tend to get along best with other people who work in the arts, so I might as well start there. Journalism when I'm trying to make money, poetry published in Grain, Fiddlehead, Antigonish Review etc. I have a manuscript that has been dying a slow death in the Canadian literary press circuit. It was written at a time when I really thought that the best way to describe human emotions was through the mouths of very dead and barely comprehensible Greek philosophers. That was before I discovered rock music and ran away to New York to become a music writer. I am a snob and desperately afraid of having this discovered and try to compensate by liking as many horror movies and emo bands as possible. My friends think it's funny when I say "fuck".

Almost nothing. I was a teaching assistant at Dalhousie for awhile, did an MA in philosophy in Halifax before realizing that I hated philosophy and could not understand a word of the thesis I'd written. Did some journalism in Halifax and New York. Am currently recovering from a longish illness and taking things depressingly slow.

disappearing

"seems nice"

It changes all the time, but here's my top 5's for tonight. Books: Ariel, by Sylvia Plath, The Golden Notebook, by Doris Lessing, Vita Nova, by Louise Gluck, The Collected Poems of Zbigniew Herbert, Glass, Irony and God by Anne Carson Bands: Hayden, Bright Eyes, Cat Power, Mountain Goats, The Replacements Movies: Donnie Darko, Angels in America, Wristcutters: a Love Story, The Big Lebowski, Harold and Maude

embarrassing, anti-social, and otherwise irrational things which I did several years ago but which continue to return with great vividness and clarity even as my short-term memory fades.