I haven't been very diligent at maintaining my journal here. Sorry. This last weekend was pretty crazy, like most of the Christmas season. Christmas day was nice. I didn't go to church, but my dad, brother and sister went. They came home late, but as is traditional in our family, after they came back, we all had a sandwich, some coffee with Irish cream, and sat around the tree to open our gifts to each other. I gave my brother a great book of photographs from Life magazine. It's the best of its kind, appropriately named The Best of Life -- and it was printed in 1973, now out of print. (I got him a good used copy). He really liked it. In the same vein, I found a hardcover version of Norman Mailer's The Naked and The Dead -- a great war classic. She likes military stuff. I got dad a shirt, and my mom some dinnerware and highbrow soap.
Then the usual Turkey dinner. We had a Russian couple with their two girls over for dinner. They are fairly new immigrants and have no real friends or family to speak of here in Canada. They had a good time.
I'm still having a bit of a crisis regarding the coming semester, whether I should do my honors in English or not, whether it is a waste of time or not, whether I should do my Masters in English or in Creative Writing, whether I should just give up this teaching thing and write fiction full-time, assuming of course that I can write full-time. I phoned Devo for his advice. He was kind. Do the honors. Just not Tristram Shandy. Robinson Crusoe and Tournier's Friday maybe.
Tomorrow I'm going to the states to Hendersons the book store. Then I'm supposed to go to the movie "Man on the Moon". Busy day
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