My Black Loves Her Bad

Ice and gravel were crispy. They crunched when underfoot. A powder dusting of a fresh layer of snow was left behind, but not a lot. The sheet of ice was opaque. It had the texture of tree bark. It glistened like glue, but it was hard and solid. Ice melded to the gravel. Snow looked more like edible frosting. It was cool on my neck. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Visibility was clear. Her mountain of love was in detail. Its presence was stately and dark. Blue skies stretched across the southern horizon. Above it was a film, delicate and nearly white. In the north sky, clouds darkened. They stretched in a distorting mirror. I give myself wide berth to survive more than a bare existence, no matter how trecherous the road was, I was soft for my hearthtrob. Northern skies had deeper blue. Long clouds of white were as tissue. There was an unusual swirl above me, like an arm poised, making a muscle. Like a superhero sign. Puffy clusters of cloud lined the southwest horizon. But you couldn’t see them through the trees. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Orb of sun was very bright. There was a sense of twilight. Shadows turned to 6:30, near 7 o’clock at the latest. It was 10:30 by my watch. I was above the surface of a vast ocean, looking down on tiny waves. Ripples looked just like waves. The sun gave me more brightness than warmth. Birds chirped around me. A huge dog with deep voice barked in the distance. His voice was echoing off the apartment complex. There was a wide range of shades on the gravel from soft white powdery snow, to grey ice, to black ice. I was contemplating on the colour black. The black tar patches, my knit gloves that were black, the black ink from my pen. Her long black shiny hair. I’m in love with Anna in this.

5 crows suddenly appeared, cawing. 4 went one way. Number 6 was further away, ready to join them. Crow number 1 remained where she was, and she cawed. Her soulmate came back to her. She cawed 3 times and repeated that with brief pauses. The crows cawed higher and louder. 3 pigeons then appeared, quickly passing, fluttering in the wind. A 4th pigeon followed a little behind. I sat still and long enough to feel the sun’s heat on me. It was warm, and I was relaxing. I’m so much in love with my heartthrob. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Trees gently rustled in the soft but cold breeze. Clour contrast was clear, and I noticed the strain from long forced will, then it abated and melted within. I was feeling better each day, and I longed for Anna and baby. Blue sky was stronger, To the west, an elongated cloud pressed flat like in a trick mirror. A helicopter droned and rushed overhead. In the small tree, a sparrow landed, amid the distant rumble, a sonic boom, and then a train horn. 3 lovebirds twittered and chirped as they flew, and just then, another bunch. There were 5. I was so much in love and the lovebrids were all around. I was feeling more harmonious. I was relaxing for my Tristan weekend. I’m in love with Anna in this.

When my feet crunched on the frozen gravel, I wondered about sound on different planets. Does all sound sound the same in all places? Different sounds in different atmospheres? I longed to hear the sound of her voice, pregnant in the biosphere. I’m in love with Anna in this. She is my soulmate. My battle lines love her barbed wire. My capture loves her cage. My black loves her bad. My clothes love her holding. My stumble loves her chasm. My insect loves her earth. My monster loves her steep road. My soldiers love her spies. My prison loves her zoo. My window loves her weather.

My government loves her defence system. My push ups love her wrestling. My secure loves her control. My stopping loves her command. My difficult loves her counter-balance. My pushing loves her power. My overwhelmed loves her practical. My heaviness loves her real. My doors closed love her doors. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.” -Revelation 3:20. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, I picked Tristan up, and he was in good form. He wore a black T-shirt that had a grey skull and crossbones with the words Treacherous Waves Ahead. Out earlier it was treacherous on the roads with the ice. Crossing on a green light, I was nearly struck by 2 cars one after the other that drove through it, automatically. They were so careless. It was slippery but I saw much careless driving today. Outside my window just now, there was a car crash with a SUV and the people are arguing because Frasier wants to stop Kate from leaving for Chicago. He quickly lets her go because they have opposing plans and views. Marge has a gambling problem. Gob is served with divorce. Lucille is totally against Buster’s swim in the ocean.

On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a blue and white tie. 13 months of construction is finally over for The Main. It cost $32 million. 560 Abitibi Bowater employees lost their jobs in Shawinigan. 2,600 in Canada and the US are gone. As reported by Stephanie Tremblay. Teen Guilty of Manslaughter. Kristen filled in for Geeta. Tonight’s low of -1 will feel like -20 tomorrown morning. 500 people attended Antonio Lamer Funeral followed by Right To Smoke Case. 6,900 Quebecers are injured each year in car accidents. World AIDS Day is tomorrow. Evel Knievel Dies. Clinton Campaign Hostages. -1 felt like -7. 50 passengers and 7 crew are dead in Turkey Plane Crash. This has been the coldest winter for Canadians in 15 years. -10 feels like -20. PJ Stock spoke about the Ottawa Senators 5 losses. Marianna Simeone for My Take showed her traffic ticket. 6 actors and 1 legendary life for the film I’m Not There, on the life of Bob Dylan. Michel signed off for the evening. Next week he will be on assignment. On Monday it will be Nancy Wood.

I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of adverse, blocking, closed, comman, confining, control, corrupt, counter-balance, criminal, dangerous, defending, difficult, discouraging, fate, fighting, frustrating, guarded, halting, harassing, hard, hazardous, heaviness, hindering, hurtful, impossibility, inferior, misunderstood, obey, overloaded, overwhelm, power, practical, preventing, pushing, real, repress, restricting, secure, sensation function. sickness, sinful, specifying, strengthen, stressful, troubled, unfortunate, unpeasant, unruly, unsatisfactory, vile and wrong.

Date Posted: Friday, November 30th, 2007
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My Red Skull Loves Her Black Fire

I discovered this morning my Terra boots that I wore for 5 years exploded in the middle of the night. One boot was a broken wreck. I was baffled by this. Out on the roof, 3 crows flapped and soared through the air just for kicks It was raining but more like drizzle. It was not quite snow yet. It could have turned to snow easily. It was 10 am sharp. The ice patch on the roof now had tiny pock marks. It was almost transparent as glass. A white crusty coastline persisted. Gravel under it was almost sticking out. From the north, a heavy flanged rumble. There was the continuous hissing of cars on the wet road. I’m in love with Anna in this.

6 pigeons took a trip. The overcast sky had pale grey cloud. 7 pigeons went on a short trip. The 8th bird was ahead of the pack. When they got to a certain spot, they hovered for a moment for the 8th one to join them, and then they settled down for landing. The rumble got terrifically loud, almost as alarming as thunder. It hit like crashing waves, with flanged effect. Grey clouds moved over the mountain. It was darker today with wetness, with daubs of white. A light from a house there shone very bright. I’m in love with Anna in this.

2 pigeons flapped overhead, as a duo. I was sitting under the elevator room stair watching this. 3 dark lithe birds headed north. The rumbled continued, but lower. A humid and cold breeze blew. Trees gently swayed. It was not too cold for love writing to my angel. Remaining snow looked like miniature sand dunes carved by the wind but frozen still. Rumbling continued to ebb and flow. A crow cawed. I saw her go. Damp naked trees revealed more brown. The cawing crow flapped and glided. She was close by, and rode the unsettled air. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Large grey cloud masses moved in silence. Aches that I might have felt were subdued. My awareness of it made it melt. The energy of attention when applied to myself exhibited an effective power, as my awareness focused on the immediate experience of sensation. A crow cawed 6 times, briskly and then sped overhead. 3 crows headed to the north responded with some caws. 2 more crows came out from hidden trees, cawing as they flew to join the gang. I could not say my awareness was changing the clouds. They were changing without any help. A 7th crow appeared amid yelping. An 8th crow soared to a larger crow group that I couldn’t see but I could hear their noise. A 9th crow came out and she headed far toward the mountain. I’m in love with Anna in this.

3 crows landed on the top of the shimmering tree. 3 more were perched in a tree nearby. One crow appearing to my side cawing loudly, but she did not join the group. There were 6 crows I could plainly see. 2 of them sat in the shimmering tree while the 4 others took new positions in the other trees beside it. And then the 2 crows joined them. The northern horizon had an orange glow where 2 crows crazily flapped while they cawed, as silhouettes. I turned and saw 3 more crows traveling together above the EMSB. A crow somewhere cawed 4 times. Yes, it was a crow’s neighbourhood adventure this morning. 2 crows were off in the distant southeast. More caws emmited from the trees. There was at least one crow in the sky everywhere I looked. I’m in love with Anna in this.

5 blackbirds fluttered by, making me aware of my black gloves, and Anna’s long black shiny hair. The sky was opaque watercolour wash with pale orange on every horizon. Wet and bare were the trees and they were squeaky clean. I came to my awareness of the power of attention again and saw how it affected my body in an immediate way. I couldn’t stop my fingers from feeling cold, but I could feel the cold more clearly, as if slowly penetrating the regions, making contact with myself. I relaxed amid the strange aeronautic rumble of sound. The rain subsided to the faintest mist. I could see my breath. A seagull swooped past me, real low. My body told me it was cold and time to head in. A crow cawed 5 times. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My shards love her rubble. My boat sinking loves her weeping. My vampire loves her crocodile. My shark loves her goat eating everything. My skeleton loves her warrior. My fool loves her balloons bursting. My atomic explosion loves her tidal wave. My hurricane loves her tornado. My red skull loves her black fire. My pulverizing loves her pounding. My misfortune loves her overturning. My fight loves her war. My fate loves her destiny. My judging loves her will. My shattering loves her smashing. My exploding loves her power. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “The Lord will give strength unto his people; the Lord will bless his people with peace.” Psalm 29:11. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, Maris was missing for 3 days. Her credit card shows a series of pricey wardrobe charges in New York. She went without telling Niles. Frasier is incensed that his brother isn’t angry with her. Niles smashes and shatters vases to vent. He had no idea how therapeutic it would be “to pick something up and smash it.” He feels so empowered but now Maris wants a divorce. Niles writes in his diary about his “overwhelming sense of emptiness and despair” while Homer’s prank at the nuclear power plant causes a code red emergency. “We’re doomed! Doomed!” Mr. Burns must hire a woman. Bart looks like a fool and speaks like Jerry Lewis after a series of medical treatments. It’s love at first sight for Homer and Mindy his new co-worker. In the elevator Homer and Mindy try to think unsexy thoughts. It’s the worst crisis Homer’s marriage has ever faced. At the Nuclear Energy convention, Homer and MIndy win a romantic restaurant package at the sexiest Chinese restaurant in Capital City. Homer is afraid to have sex with her at the hotel because Michael wants to share his bachelor auction package with his son George Michael instead of Sally Sitwell. Buy then he sets his sister Lindsay on a romantic date with her husband Tobias with it instead. But then Michael offers Lindsay to Jack Dorso for the romantic getaway in exchange for money to save the company, but she only wants to go there with Moose. Michael takes the getaway package with Tobias. At the health spa, Buster fights Gob for Lucille 2, Tobias fights Jack Dorso for Lindsay and Michael is afraid to say no.

On the CBC News Morning, Heather Hiscox wore a black jacket with a grey top. Rosemary Barton wore a black coat with a mauve scarf and red hat. Harry Forestell wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a black tie with white dots. Boomer Gallant was in red. On CBC Montreal news update, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with grey lines with a white shirt with black lines and a black blue and white banded tie. On Living Montreal with Sue Smith, liquid nutrition, vigange jewlery, tips on how to behave at a cocktail party and home safety for pets.

On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with a white shirt with bold pinstripes and a black blue and white banded tie. The City of Montreal has put $103 million into transit, with $23 million for improving services. There will also be price increases for most commuters. It’s the 8th increase in 5 years. As reported by Shari Okeke in a red coat with red and white scarf.

Laval Transit prices will go down. A $3 ticket will now be $2.50. Transit incentives include fare for 1 dollar on high smoggy days. Meanwhile Hydro-Quebec wants to raise rates by 3% on April 1st. If accepted it will be the 5th rate increase in 4 years.

Karlheinz Schreiber spoke before the parliamentary committee today about his relationship with Brian Mulroney. His goal is to tell the truth but Schreiber wanted to say nothing at all before he can properly prepare himself to testify. But questioning went on ahead. Schreiber revealed he was willing to give Mulroney$500,000 instead of $300,000 but Mulroney didn’t do work he agreed to for a light armored vehicle project. It was not about a pasta business. Schreiber will be back next Tuesday, fully prepared to answer questions. As reported by Julie Van Dusen.

Geeta Nadkarni in a grey jacket, black slacks and green top with the weather with hail falling on the roof. Today’s high was 3 degrees. Currently the winds were at 52 km/h, with a low tonight of -5 feeling more like -13. “The sun is on its way.”

The rate of AIDS infection is rising, with a 9% increase, but thousands don’t know that they have AIDS. A fast new test now makes it easier to know if you are infected within 60 seconds, thanks to Biolytical Laboratories. A pilot project begins in Montreal with 50,000 packages they donated. As reported by Gerri Barrer.

2 Truck Drivers Killed by a head-on collision on Highway 155. Autoroute 25 was closed for several hours after Trucks On Fire. Police are still looking for a man that was charged in the human smuggling ring that they havent caught yet. More than 100 illegal immigrants crossed the US border, at 3 unguarded roads.

Deportation Costs to send Imam Jaziri back to Tunisia was over $100.000, followed by Record Fines for moving violations. Police have raked in $63 million worth of traffic tickets last month alone, making a new record. This violates Marianna Simeone’s sense of decency. She will speak about this later on My Take.

The Bouchard-Taylor commission on reasonable accomodation will have its only English meeting tonight at the Palais de Congres. There’s a heavy security presence. the group No One Is Illegal will protest outside. They believe the commission is just a platform for hate speech and xenophobic comments. As reported by Amanda Pfeffer in a black blouse with grey necklace. Geeta wonders if the weather system will make reasonable accomodations. Followed by snow through the trees to the break.

Geeta returned with the weather. “It’s blowing snow at the moment.” Today 4 degrees felt like 4 degrees. It was a slushy grey day today. The current temperature of 3 degrees felt more like -4 with the windspeed of 52 km/h. More flurries tonight. Tomorrow’s high of -5 will feel more like -12. 1, -11, -7, -1, 1 is the 5-day temperature reading.

2 coaches for 2 minor league hockey teams won’t be facing charges after their teams of 8 year old boys were allowed to throw punches on the ice. There were altercations between coaches and parents as well. The entire thing was caught on videotape. Police think it should be handled by the 2 hockey associations. The Greater Toronto Hockey League saw the tape and said “It’s going to be dealt with.” As reported by Tom Harrington.

Our diets are so high in sodium that it’s killing us. Too much salt leads to heart attacks and strokes. “It’s a very big public health problem.” The US Food and Drug administration is considering regulating salt in processed food. As reported by Kathryn Morse in a black coat with red turtleneck, to the Olympic Stadium to the break.

The Bouchard-Taylor Commission will be hearing from Anglophones tonight. It’s the only opportunity for a public forum in English. Security is very tight. Taylor reminds that along with unsavory comments, productive submissions were put forward. It will be aired on RDI and CBC Radio.

Your Money with Jeannie Lee in a green jacket with green top. A fire at a key US pipeline sent oil prices soaring. Consumers need more choice and a cheaper cellphone service. Lulu Lemon is bouncing back and stand by their seaweed fabric claims, to the day’s closing numbers and Geeta. “There’s a hint we might get a mini snowstorm this weekend.” to downtown with soulmates and the break.

Our World and president of Venesuela Hugo Chavez is having a referendum to change the rules. He wants to stay in office after his present term to consolidate power in his hands for a socialist state run by him, amid protests and demonstrations. As reported by Alison Smith in a pale blue blouse.

In the Philippines, citizens are allowed to move freely after a Coup Attempt Failed in Manila. In Pakistan, Perves Musharraf was swarn in after he stepped down as head of the army yesterday. In Sudan, tribal fighters killed 2 people from the Doctors Without Borders aid group. Also in Sudan a teacher was convicted of insulting Islam and was sentenced to 15 days in prison, with deportation back to England after calling a stuffed teddy bear Mohammad. Geeta wouldn’t be smiling right now, if she were on the roof, to downtown with snow to the break.

The weather with Geeta Nadkarni with snow, freezing rain and hail. Michel was hoping for sun. Geeta said it’s a good night for taking the metro instead of driving, with lots of wind and precipitation. The 70 km/h wind speed makes -5 feel like -13. There will be a few sunny breaks in the morning with low tomorrow night of -15 before windchill. There’s a chance of a mini snowstorm overnight between Sunday and Monday.

My Take with Marianna Simeone in a black coat with orange scarf. She’s noticed stepped-up police patrol on the roads. Last month $63 million in fines were collected. That’s not counting the $43 million for parking tickets. “Numbers don’t lie.” She said. Marianna calls it a cash grab. She says the police are far too aggressive in their approach. Issuing warnings would be just as effective. In studio, Marianna Simeone wore a black jacket with large white grid and a white top. She said the police are always looking for more fines to add to your traffic citation when they write it. She asked viewers to send in their take.

Leah Hendry with The Scene and joint exhibit between 2 visual artists, Julien Breard Godbout and Arthur Desmarteux. Godbout uses old shoes and recycled material for his human sculptures. Desmarteau is a free-expression painter. Their exhibit is at the Old Presbetery till December 15th. A last look at the weather forecast with Geeta Nadkarni and a windchill making -5 feel like -13. Tomorrow -3 will feel like -12. -11 on Saturday. Geeta offered her “involuntary art”. Michel signed off for the evening.

I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of absent, anger, annihilating, awful, blasting, breaking, catabolic, cleaning, cracking, crashing, crushing, deadly, decomposing, demolishing, despair, destiny, devastating, dismantleing, disposing, doom, embarrassment, eradicating, exploding, extinguishing, fate, fighting, grieving, incinerating, indiscriminate, inevitability, judging, killing, lethal, malignant, misfortune, operating, overturning, overwhelming, pounding, power, pulling apart, pulverizing, ruining, self-destruction, senseless, smashing, superiority, terrible, war, will and wrecking.

Date Posted: Thursday, November 29th, 2007
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My Red Preserver Loves Her Breath Of Life

Blue skies were light with long wispy strands of cloud. Long clusters of it looked like seaweed. The sun was bright. A crow flapped with vigor in the cold air. Shadows were just past 9 o’clock. My watch read 10:35. Uncovered gravel was dry. Crystals from the icy snow shone brightly and still as the stars. Crows cawed in the distance. Clarity returned. Gravel was buried under a rippled patch of ice full of crosshatching and pores of skin. A blackbird fluttered by, making me aware of my black gloves, and Anna’s long black shiny hair. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Distant mountains on the north horizon were visible. Her mountain of love was grey and brown, with the barenaked trees that trailed around. Buildings were coated with white. There was a gaggling group of chirping birds. There were birdcalls around me, as if it were a nice spring morning. Birds called and answered with quick reverb. A jet passed by smoothly. My fingers were cold. The delicate weavings of tree’s branches were like her hair. The shimmering tree was frozen still. There was no movement from any of the trees. Light and dark were at sharp angles but serving together in love. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Sunlight shone on the large ice patch, glaring with brightness, but without mirrored shape. I felt the sun’s warmth for brief seconds. I remained still enough to absorb it. An amblulance passed by with a siren. The second ambulance this morning. It was Wednesday, and I was a tad tired. But before I could think and be self-conscious, I was ready for writing for my heartthrob. I slowly returned to earth. Amid freezing cold air there was healing between shivers. But it was not cold enough for me to leave. There were moments of fun amid remnants of grief. I became aware of sound. I’ve been wanting to play music again. Whenever I play the acoustic guitar for an hour, I feel healing. I’m in love with Anna in this.

There was a low jet plane rumble, and I returned to the soundtrack around me. Birds were quietly chirping amid the wheels of a truck crackling on the icy road. Blue sky was expansive. The sun was warmer now and my body got used to the cold November wind. There was one cloud that was different from the others. It was a small floating brain that suddenly transformed into a crayfish. I saw 2 tiny flashes of light in the cloud. 6 pigeons broke off from a bigger flock, and headed to the north. Milky clouds spread out with the faint texture of sponge. 13 pigeons flew by. The detailed ripples of clouds were like spirals and ghostly white flames. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Suddenly the sky transformed. Long streaky strands of hair were everywhere with plant-like tufts, with feather and fur, in gigantic size. It was amazing. A blackbird sped by, while a pigeon careened in the chill air. My fingers and thumbs said “It’s time to head in.” There was no school for the children today. I’m in love with Anna in this. My survivor loves her ambulance. My first aid loves her therapy. My spiritual figures love her spaceship. My ecology loves her flying saucers. My Christ loves her lighthouse. My pool loves her falling water. My homeopathy loves her mandala. My red piggy bank loves her green money. My spirit loves her anchor. My preserver loves her breath of life. My body work loves her healer. My baptism loves her washing. My ladder loves her fire engine.

My hosptial loves her medicine. My knight loves her nurse. My recovery loves her rescuing. My correction loves her teaching. My find loves her treasuring. My protecting loves her secure. My delivery loves her nursing. My buy loves her choice. My redeeming loves her solution. My intervention loves her wisdom. My relief loves her concern. My achiever loves her work. My healer loves her energy. My hero loves her courage. My leader loves her risk-taking. My values love her wholeness. My reliable loves her cooperativeness. My possessed loves her stubborn. My dynamic loves her strength. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28. I love Anna Dirksen.

A romance novelist lures Martin into her apartment while Kate and Frasier think they should slow things down. Frasier felt like a bad boy. Kate felt like a dirty girl. Trapped in the freight elevator they give way to their passion while Bart and Millhouse go crazy Broadway style after an experimental dose of Squishy. Bart joins the Junior Campers, for a pocket knife and goes on a father and son rafting trip with Flanders. Homer gets them lost at sea, discourages his crew and eats all the rations and sings “Water water everywhere, so let’s all have a drink.” Homer saves his team at the Krusty Burger restaurant on an off-shore oil rig after George Sr. ordered a hot tub for himself in the attic. Michael has always been in love with Sally Sitwell, but at the restaurant waiter said his credit card was declined. Moses Taylor has a TV persona named Frank Wrench. After Tobias shoots his wife with 4 ounces of horse tranquilizer, to save the town from a dangerous wolf, Moses saves Lindsay’s life to save his reputation. She shouts “I’m being saved by Frank Wrench!” Lucille 2 tells Gob he has no courage. Michael’s valient attempt to save a torched car lands him in the hospital while George Michael buys some albums to burn at his girlfriend Anne’s Christian music bonfire.

On CBC News Morning, Heather Hiscox wore a grey jacket with a black turtleneck. Colleen Jones wore a yellow tan raincoat with a black hat with white grid and black gloves. On the CBC Montreal news update. Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a red tie with black bands. On CBC News Today, Nancy Wilson wore a red vest with a black blouse. Rosemary Barton wore a red top. Suhana Meherchand whistled chimes, and wore a red jacket with a black top. On Living Montreal with Sue Smith, Reflexology foot massage, reupholstering furniture and shopping for winter coats. On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with a white shirt and red tie with black bands. Breaking news: American authorities broke up one of the biggest human smuggling rings ever, at $10,000 a person. One ring was based in Toronto, one in Montreal, where 3 members have been arrested and 2 are at large. As reported by Andrew Chang in a dark blue shirt, black tie and black jacket.

The Montreal Budget for 2008 is close to $4 billion. $986 million goes towards water and road infrastructures. $100 million goes to public transportation. $5 billion toward the debt. Property owners will receive a bigger tax bill. Montreal North taxes will go up by 8%. Most boroughs have increases between 1 and 3%. As reported by Stephanie Tremblay in a red coat and grey scarf.

The Fifth Estate investigated the public investigation into Laura Gainey’s death at sea on the tall ship Picton Castle from Nova Scotia, and paints a damning picture of the crew. They weren’t properly trained for a gale, didn’t wear life jackets and the captain himself was almost lost at sea. Her father, Bob Gainey believes the public investigation was a cover up, “They could hear my daughter for hours but they couldn’t find her.” As reported by Gillian Finley in a silver grey jacet and black turtleneck. A first look at the weather with Geeta Nadkarni in a red turtleneck and black dress and a -17 windchill this morning. The high of -7 today felt like -7. Winds are picking up at 25km/h.

Operators of an online gambling casino pleaded guilty for illegal gaining. They must pay a $2,000,000 fine -the largest amount ever in Canada. It is illegal to operate casinos in Canada without license from the provinces. The Mohawk Gaming Commission has given 483 casinos licenses. Cyber World Group pleaded guilty for breaking the criminal code for gaming. Their Mohawk license was not recognized as legal. As reported by Amanda Pfeffer.

The Bouchard-Taylor Commission on reasonable accomodation was in Montreal for the third day. Invited participant Samantha Quinn, from the South Asian Women’s Community Center blasted the commission, while others made racist comments. Protesters tried to disrupt the hearings last night and vow to interrupt the English meeting. As reported by Andrew Chang in a black coat.

Screenwriters in Montreal protested in support of the screenwriters strike in the US. Geeta warned that if you have to walk the dog, you’re not going to like it tomorrow, followed by downtown to the commercial break.

Michel commented on the weird temperatures, but today -7 felt like -7. Winds will pick up in the morning from 40 to 70 km/h. Flurries overnight, wet snow and drizzle for a grey day tomorrow. The sun comes at a price on Saturday to the bridge at night to the break.

One of the top stories was on Bob Gainey and the inconsistencies in the report on the death of his daughter, Laura. She was lost at sea. Michel Godbout spoke to Gillian Finley in a black jacket and white blouse. There were 2 reports with 2 different conclusions. The second report exhonorated the ship’s captain. Bob Gainey says it was a cover up. The Fifth Estate airs 9 pm on the CBC.

Your Money and SAQ Markdown on 629 products, on average about 4%. Chocolate companies Nestle, Cadbury and Hershey are under investigation for a “chocolate cartel” price-fixing scheme to the day’s closing numbers with more slush in the city tomorrow to downtown and the break.

Our World with 3 Canadian soldiers were injured 40 km west of Kandahar when their light armored vehicle ran over an IED. John Manley wrapped his tour of Afghanistan. He saw Canadian troops on the front lines. He and 4 others were on a mission established by Stephen Harper, to assess what should be Canada’s next steps in Afghanistan, with 4 possible options: To extend the mission with continued training of the Afghan army, to wrap up and send forces to reconstruction in safer places, transfer reconstruction to others, withdraw all military.

Polish authorities are launching their own investigation into the death of Robert Dziekanski, by taser at Vancouver Airport. They want to know if police officers exceeded their authority in the Polish man’s mistaken death. Sarkozy Visits Officers after riots in Paris, France. 80 police officers were injured in the riots that broke out after two teenage boys were killed in a motorbike crash with a police car. A British teacher in Sudan was charged after parents complained that students in her class named a teddy bear Mohammad for a class project.

PJ Stock coming up and Geeta said “We won’t be seeing the sun for another 48-hours, to the casino and yellow bridge to the break. A top story tonight was the breaking of the largest human smuggling operation in US history, wiht one ring based in Montreal. Illegal immigrants came from Pakistan, India and Korea. 5 Montrealers are facing up to 15 years of serious charges. Another ring was in Toronto. 6 people were indicted. A weather update with Geeta and “The return of the slush” It’s a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea, between sun with windchill and high temperatures with slush. -12 tonight with the windchill, temperatures come down on Saturday to the next break.

Stock Talk with PJ Stock in a black jacket and white grid shirt. Carbonneau made some changes and the Habs won 3-2. A Philadelphia Flyer body check with a blow to the head may be rotten but it isn’t illegal. To eliminate shots to the head, put it in the rule book, PJ said. PJ couldn’t believe Popp wasn’t eliminated completely, followed by the next break.

The Scene with Leah Hendry in a grey-green blouse. She spoke with The Canadian Tenors. One last weather check with Geeta “It ain’t over til the fat lady sings.” with flurries overnight and feeling like -13. Michel signed off for the night.

I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of act, assemble, assist, buy, choice, collecting, comfort, concern, correction, delivering, favour, find, freeing, gather, hoarding, improve, intervention, make up, nursing, possibility, potential, protecting, provide, ransom, reclaim, recover, release, relief, salvaging, satisfy, secure, solution, source, spiritual, stockpile, store, storing, teaching, treasuring, wait on and wisdom.

Date Posted: Wednesday, November 28th, 2007
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Her Marriage Ceremony Loves My Dreamwork Green

There was a light breeze. The air was damp. Sheet of grey ice on the roof had a rippled texture. A gentle rumbling came from the north. 3 crows flapped together, heading east. The sky was a soft foggy grey, a cloudy watercolour wash. It wasn’t raining or snowing, but it was wet. I didn’t have to go to extremes in myself. As soon as I became aware of it, I fell into place as soft wax. The dampness of the air was seeping through me. There was an ongoing whoosh of traffic. Her mountain of love was decorated with angular patches of snow on house roofs. Her trees reached the foggy layer at the top. Each lithe branch was extended. It was delicate and romantic. I was in love with Anna my soulmate in this.

A large flock of pigenons careened above the EMSB with its columns. A group of 4 pigeons broke off, to fly as a team together. Trees waved, gently stirring. Some trees still had their leaves. One of them was gorgeous yellow tan. Ice on the wet gravel was marbled and semi-tranlucent. Snow was sculpted and round. Smooth grey ice patches were bespeckled with ice crystals. Small puddles of water were clear. In the chill air I was alive and in love with my hearttrob. 2 pigeons sped by, in a race, and gliding for fun. Things came into alignment within my body frame. There is no better way to explain it. All the things in creation were examples of being, function and purpose, in a beautifully aesthetic way, and I was observing some of it. I’m in love with Anna in this

Our greatest lessons in life are drawn from nature. The artist already knows this. To observe nature deeply, even in the city is to open your heart to life on earth. A crow cawed 4 times and a dog barked. Amid my shivering there was true healing. My son and my heartthrob Anna are central to it all. I don’t understand it all yet, but this is a must. I can’t help it. 2 pigeons sped in play chase. The more that I took in the tree that I saw, the more tender became my branches of feeling for the earth magic behind all I saw. I could not help but feel that this was a gift, ever-present and always for showing that something deeper always is, always was and always will be. Her love hit my blindest recesses. I sought for it. A crow flapped with grace and a sexy flair. I’m in love with Anna in this.

It was better with the kids today. When they all saw I held the Incident Report and waved the pink sheet high they quickly knew it was over, and I was ready to add names to it. The grade 3 group took me more seriously, when they saw I was serious about that. I got a lot of stares from the impulsive and rowdy boys in a troublesome group. One reason they were rowdy was because there’s no school for the next 3 days. I’m in love with Anna in this. My marriage ceremony loves her dreamwork. My boat built loves her traveling. My writing loves her dream book. My house complete loves her baby. My recording loves her image. My painter loves her green. My fall harvest loves her corn ripe. My construction loves her hammer. My seamstress loves her dress. My carrying out loves her breakthrough. My essence loves her experience.

My manifesting loves her complete. My natural loves her ripeness. My awarding loves her achieving. My performance loves her authentic. My fulfilling loves her consummate. My making loves her harvest. My accomplishing loves her commitments. My attainment loves her plans. My realizing loves her definite. My autonomy loves her inward. My caring for her loves her to make real. My actor loves her performance. My photograph loves her actress. My athlete loves her healthy body. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: and I give unto them eternal life.” -John 10:27-28. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, there is friction between Frasier and the new station manager. She’s a woman, smart as him, and her boss. In the midst of yelling they embrace. Frasier says “It was just pure sex.” He accuses her of using her feminine wiles. They were both acting on impulse. She offers him 3% but he’s going for 4 for the free trampoline that Homer bought. Homer complains Marge is no fun. Brad Goodman the motivational speaker comes to town. He tells everyone to listen to their inner child. He’s impressed with Bart’s impulsive expression. “I do what I feel like” until there’s rioting in the streets after George Brown sang I Feel Good and George Michael found a box of love letters he wrote to his cousin Maebe. She’s conned her way into being a movie executive. Lucille 2 says everybody thinks they’re Frank Sinatra. On impulse Michael gets himself an expensive red sports car.

On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket, a white shirt with black lines and a blue and grey banded tie. The City of Montreal has a message for slumlords: Clean up or close down. A new team of inspectors looked at 200 unhealthy and dangerous places, to identify what needs to be urgently done. The City’s new program has teeth and fines are stiff. As reported by Stephanie Tremblay in a black coat with grey scarf.

Montreal Alouettes Jim Popp will no longer be the head coach but he will remain the team’s general manager. As reported by Andrew Chang. The weather preview with Geeta Nadkarni wearing a brown jacket, red turtleneck sweater and black slacks. The temperature has already dipped to freezing. With 45 km/h winds, the temperature of -10 will feel like -19. The weather the next few days will have “more changes than a Bollywood heroine.” Followed by Smelly Smoke and Kennel Owner Guilty, with a $4,000 fine. More than 100 dogs lived in squalour and filth. 20 dogs had to be put down. Predator to Prison for 15 years on 19 counts for mistreating 7 foster children in his care.

The Quebec government is proposing to pass Bill 58 as a new law to help victims of violent crime cope better. 5,000 people are affected in Quebec every year. 80% of couples break down when there’s a murder in the family. The government proposes unpaid leave of up to two years. Bill 58 could be law by Christmas. As reported by Dan Halton in a black coat, white shirt and grey tie.

$1.17 Per Litre for Gas and the Canadian dollar closed at $1.05 US. President George Bush is making a new push for peace talks between Israel and Palestine in Maryland. It’s quite an undertaking. 4 core issues standing out are the sharing of Jerusalem, 4.4 million Palestinian refugees who claim their right to return, sharing fresh water, and an independant Palestinian state. However “Extremist parties were eager to reject compromises.” As reported by Neil Macdonald in a black jacket, grey tie and blue shirt. Geeta Nadkarni with the windchill, so keep exposure for cats and dogs to a minimum, followed by, soulmates in the city at night.

Geeta returns with the weather forecast. Today’s high of 2 degrees felt like 2. The current temperature of zero feel more like -7 and the temperature flux will be as dramatically as a Bollywood wardrobe change. Tomorrow will be nice with clear skies and a high of -7. Winds will gust at 40 km/h. Palliative care at home has now become easier with the Jacques Bouchard Foundation. 85% of Quebecers would choose to die at home. The new foundation will supplement the services offered by CLSCs. Health care for pets was scrutinized by a Marketplace investigation. Pet medication is a lucrative business for vets with marked up prices. 5 Vancouver vets were investigated for 2 medications. The vet pays $26 for a bottle for Trapazol, and he will charge between$35 to $86. Pet owners would save money if they bought their pet medication at the human pharmacist. As reported by Erica Johnson, to the river and harbour, and the break.

Back to Alouettes news and Coach Search with Jim Popp. With the Grey Cup next year in Montreal, the pressure to find one is on. One name that came up was Chris Jones. As reported by Andrew Chang in a black jacket, blue shirt and black scarf. Followed by Regina’s Grey Cup Parade at -30 degrees C. Prime Minister Stephen Harper has intervened to get a Montrealer from prison in India. Saul Itzhayek was sentenced to 3 years for an expired visa. Diplomatic Intervention is coming 6 months later. As reported by Amanda Pfeffer in a brown top with grey stone necklace. The Iranian Supreme Court is reopening Zahra Kazemi’s file. She died 4 years ago in detention, under suspet circumstances. Dennis Trudeau said “We don’t want her to be forgotten.”

The Commons ethics committee might have trouble keeping Karlheinz Schreiber from extradition to Germany. They want him to stay for his testimony about secret payments he gave Brian Mulroney. Schreiber is willing to testify, but he will be leaving in 4 days. The justice minister says the Extradition Act provides him with no authority to make him stay. As reported by Julie Van Dusen in a black coat with blue scarf. Geeta Nadkarni with the weather. “There will be sun tomorrow but the windchill might make you miss the slush.” To Place Ville Marie and the next commercial break.

Our World and continuing violence with riots in the northern suburb of Paris, where North African and Arab immigrants live. They blame France for racial discrimination. “The light of day exposes the damage.” As reported by David Common. In Pakistan, Pervez Pusharraf reviewed his troops for the last time as he retires from the military to become a civilian president. NFL Player Shot Dead. The Canadian dollar is taking a toll on the Canadian car business. Prices are down by 5%. “The Canadian car business is in turmoil.” A quick weather break. Some nice ice will be made tonight at -10 feeling like -19, to betwixt to the next break.

Geeta Nadkarni returned with the weather, with a few scattered flurries overnight and tomorrow morning. It will be -10 and the temperature will be rising with cloud cover to -7. The weekly temperature reading is a rollercoaster ride. to soulmates at night and the next break. Returning, The Scene with Leah Hendry in a grey jacket. The Governor-General Literary Awards were announced, including Michael Ondaatje for fiction. The prize money has risen from $15 to 25 thousand. The official ceremony will be on December 13th. Geeta gave the last weather check with -11 tonight, “Best off indoors on the couch” to the return of the slush. France lights its 415 trees for a Greener Champs Elysees by cutting electricity use 70%. Michel signed off for the evening.

I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of accomplish, attain, authentic, autonomy, awarding, breakthrough, building, caring, carrying out, commitments, complete, consummate, definite, determining, earn, essence, executing, experience, finishing, fulfill, harvest, inward, making, manifesting, natural, perform, plans, possibility, potential, realizing, ripeness, satisfy, substantial, tangible and to make real.

Date Posted: Tuesday, November 27th, 2007
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My Play Loves Her Dream Encounter

Grey clouds were soft and foggy. Tiny lights flickered on her mountain of love. A crow somewhere cawed thrice. A large plume of smoke puffed from a building. Details were scant in the distance. Visibility was quite low, it was dark. I was unwinding from what I forgot. A lovebird twittered and pulsed through the air, quickly fluttering with small glides. Over the bare trees she went. 2 pigeons flapped onward. There was a cold and damp breeze on my face. To the north, the sky was quite bright. Trees were still amongst the heavy air that felt like it was waiting for the right moment to rain or to snow or do something. I’m in love with my heartthrob, Anna in this.

4 pigeons sped in 4 different directions. The orb of sunlight had completely vanished. There were no precise shadows at angles I could pin a clock on. The large pool on the roof that was rain water with snow mixed in, was now a melting sheet of ice. There were minute popping sounds on the ground, from ice softly melting. A large rumble came from the north, like a huge crashing wave. I was feeling healthy within. Inner flow showed signs of improvement. It was chilly out. A pigeon flew by. Something in me became free, as a crow flapped to her beloved. In the trees, there was cawing. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A tiny fly buzzed by. That surprised me, given the temperature. The conditions were right for her to persist. Life was alll around me, amid the buildings, the street and the traffic. There was an undercurrent of moroseness in me. I missed my sweetheart, Anna. A crow caowed 3 times, slowly and deliberately. 3 pigeons sped by, and they were greeted by a 4th. Crows cawed for each other in the distance. 7 lovebirds fluttered through the air, busily chirping. 4 dark lithe birds made their way north. The clouds were less like clouds and more like fog. Serious work was accomplished, work that made a difference. I don’t know what it was, but it sure felt like Alchemy. I’m in love with Anna in this.

It was an indoor lunch today. I was told about a feud between the lunch staff and a member of the administration. It was a struggle today with the kids. All the children were of on mind. They showed defiance in various ways. It was peculiar how unanimous it was. They were unruly, they ignored every adult command to quiet down. I’m in love with Anna in this. My storms love her lightning. My sport loves her heroes. My test loves her martial arts. My rams butting heads love her snakes. My striving loves her labour. My red puzzle loves her black strategy. My opposing loves her matching. My frustration loves her championship. My resistance loves her Yin blending. My risking loves her mastering. My dissension loves her rivalry. My play loves her dream encounter. My conflict loves her prevention. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.” Psalm 126:5. “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” -Psalm 126:6. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, Frasier is hosting a wine tasting at home, but a scratch on the floor from Martin’s chair prompts contractors in for repairs. Frasier is exasperated. Daphne flirts with a contractor. Niles struggles with his jealousy, and tries to intervene because Marge has pledged $30 for public TV and won 2 free tickets to the ballet. Ruth comes over to borrow a power tool. She is a divorced woman, disgruntled about her ex-husband. Homer struggles with his 2 arms caught in 2 vending machines and so Marge goes out with Ruth. Homer struggles with Marge’s independence. She and Ruth go to a country bar, but because Ruth is driving her ex-husband’s car, the police close in on pursuit. Homer and Wiggum hold each other over ghost cars. Marge and Ruth stick together. The kids learn from TV their mother is one of two women on a high-speed desert chase. Ruth says a single woman can’t live in a man’s world. Homer is so sorry for the whole marriage up to this point. After plummeting from a precipice Homer tells solid waste “I could kiss you!” because Sudden Valley conjures up a sink hole. There’s a fierce rivalry between George Sr. and Stan Sitwell. Oscar served in Vietnam as a crocodile spotter. Lucille visits the old army sargeant with 3 tours in Vietnam. Michael blew it when his father tried to control him again.

On CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with a dark blue shirt and a black and white diamond star tie. Gerry Snyder Passed Away. He brough major league baseball to this city. He was 87, and had 5 children. The Quebec woman that shook a 5 month old baby in her daycare so hard that the child had to be hospitalized with a swollen head, will do 20 months of community service and no jail time. The woman will spend her first 7 months confined to home. The child’s parents are unhappy with the result. As reported by Amanda Pfeffer in a black blouse.

Firefighters found the body of an 81-year-old woman who dead for 6 days in a public apartment house for the elderly. Residents want better security. As reported by Jessica Brown in a black coat and multicoloured scarf. A 14 year old boy was in court today after a Deadly School Fight. Fabrikant Case Rejected. The weather preview with Geeta Nadkarni in a grey jacket and grey skirt with purple top. Prepare for a roller-coaster ride this week with sun and cloud up and down. Showers have begun at 2 degrees, with a 60% chance of flurries in the morning.

Premier Jean Charest wants to declare public transit a public service that should not be interrupted by strikes. Commuter’s agree essential services should extend for the entire day, not just morning and evening rush hours. As reported by Dan Halton in a black coat with white shirt and white tie with black lines. Ville Marie borough mayor Benoit Labonte has joined the Vision Montreal party after quitting mayor Tremblay’s party. He’s tempted to run for mayor of Montreal for the election of 2009. As reported by Stephanie Tremblay in a black coat with white scarf.

160 riot police are on the streets tonight in Paris, France after 2 days of rioting that began in a poor suburban neighbourhood for 2 teenaged boys that died in a crash with a police car. As reported by David Common. Geeta said we’ll likely get snow tomorrow and the sun will come at a price, to traffic in the rain-filled night, to the commercial break and returning with the Oglivy’s Christmas window and a 3-degree high today going down to 2 steady. It will feel more like -4 with the windchill. A 60% chance of flurries for the morning and a cold low tomorrow night of -11.

Premiers Jean Charest and Dalton McGuinty announced a trade agreement between the provinces of Quebec and Ontario, presently at $70 billion a year. At the Commonwealth meeting in Africa, Stephen Harper said Kyoto was a mistake. He wants all emitters like the US and China included or else he says there’s no deal. Opposition parties in Canada pounced on Harper, accusing him of sabotaging plans on climate change. As reported by Julie Van Dusen.

A Canadian electric truck maker is having trouble with Transport Canada. It won’t allow his trucks to be sold as low speed vehicles in Canada, despite the fact the trucks are sold in the US. He has been waiting for 4 years for a change of words. As reported by Reg Sherron followed by the break. The bad influence of the English language took center stage at the Bouchard-Taylor commission in Montreal today, with proposals to have French the only official language in Quebec. As reported by Andrew Chang in a black jacket, black gloves and black scarf. Your Money and it’s Cyber Monday. 72 million people are expected to spend $700 million online, followed by the day’s closing numbers Geeta said we will have 15 mm of rain tonight, turning to flurries tomorrow morning. She will give the slushy details, to the rain on the road to the break.

Our World and Stephen Harper was in Tanzania to announce Canada’s $105 million contribution to improve health care in Africa, for sorely needed vaccinations and health care workers. The program is called The Initiative to Save a Million Lives. As reported by James Cudmore. In Pakistan Musharraf is stepping down from his army post to take oath as a civilian leader, followed by Changes at the Border after death by taser in B.C. PJ Stock previewed Stock Talk with the Grey Cup’s 23-19 win for Saskatchewan. Geeta said it’s really pouring out there, followed by soulmates in the rain to the break. Returning to 10-15 mm of rain. “Lots of green headed our way” and a 60% chance of flurries in the morning. 2 degrees will feel like -2 and the low will be -11.

PJ Stock for Stock Talk in a brown jacket with black shirt and his Grey Cup reaction. “Can I yawn right now?” PJ said it was a game of mistakes and missed opportunities. Rumors about the Canadiens and “4 fork lines.” (I missed the last segment about his prediction). Her red garden of love to the break and returning to Kravitz Rocks The Grey Cup. The Scene with Leah Hendry in a black jacket. Carmen Turcotte uses power tools on wood to make sculptures. “She found her niche in the physicality of her work.” A sculpture is up for auction and the proceeds will go to the children of Little Burgundy. Geeta closed with the last weather report with 15 mm of precipitation. Tomorrow’s high will be 2 degrees, feeling more like -2. In the afternoon it will feel like -4. The Media Food Drive starts next Thursday. Michel signed off for the night.

I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming, and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of battle, blending, championship, conflict, contest, contradict, counter, discord, dissension, encounter, exertion, feud, frustration, jealousy, labour, mastering, match, negotiate, opposing, passive, play power play, prevention, puzzle, quarrel, risking, rivalry, strategy, stress, strife, strive and testing.

Date Posted: Monday, November 26th, 2007
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My Heaven Loves Her Gold Sunrise

“There is no wolf at the door, just a lot of terrible sheep. To feel there’s a wolf at the door invites fear to your innermost self. And maybe chaos is a good thing. The immorality of it invites us to do good with what we would never do good with. It is something that frees us, in fact. Do you know what I mean?” Life is where our order comes from. It is always in flux, unpredictable and highly fluid. It has both light and dark currents. The next moment is created in that moment. There can’t be a retake or dress rehearsal. The story comes in a series of waves. I’m in love with Anna in this.

We are together in love by invisible means from above. I2 crows flapped side-by-side. A third crow followed behind. Around me, there was a lot of water dripping. There were large blotches of water from the sky. It wasn’t raining, it was blotching. Water was dribbling down from melting snow and ice on the elevator room stair. There was a river of it coming down. Melting snow became semi-transparent. A good strong wind was picking up in gusts that made me brace myself in my seat, and hold on to my love diary. I’m in love with Anna in this.

There were many more naked trees. A crow flapped and soared in the breeze with stark joy. 7 sparrys flew together on a journey. Her dark mountain of love had gobs of white, from the snow on the roofs of the houses. A solo crow hovered and soared, diving down and rising up in fun. A caw of delight I heard. She said, “Life, I love you!” It was direct and not a concept. A host of bad ideas brings us to a precipice on a different path. Another crow flew quickly to her destination. Zigzagging through the trees, scanning for the spot she was looking for. She was returning home to her base. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Yes. It is important for me, to be alive. It is an intelligence operation, in my book. We have not yet tapped the source of what makes this living our existence, on this bardo, on this planet. No, I don’t think we understand what living means yet. Where we come from, where we are going, and how badly we are off the track is only dimly revealed. In my mind, with the way life works, the future will bear little resemblance to what we have gathered from books. We are not prepared for the future at all, because we’ve got so many outdated concepts about it, and fantastic tales that are unbelievable unless they come from outer space. It is said that Isaiah was divided in half, as was his book, in the 8th Century B.C. It is said the garment of Jesus was seamless. Perhaps the bible is a chronicle of some otherworldly influence that we so badly need now on this earth. 2 crows soared in the wind. A distant acrow soared someplace else. The crow returned, flapping around, with no place to go but to fly. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The sky was a watercolour wash of grey. It brightened down by the CBC, where my heartthrob Anna would be. If we work with the patterns life brings, we can accomplish many interesting things. Life then becomes a workshop. This life is a workshop of love when we can bring to a close the source of pain from no wolves but horrible sheep. We say the Good Shepherd is our master, but presently we must master ourselves. This is a very hard fact. When we take mastery of ourselves, perhaps the good shepherd within comes, and shows us things beyond the frontiers of our conceptions. Perhaps then we can walk with the knowledge of the unknown and The Lord. I’m in love with Anna in this.

And this was my strange sermon. The gravel was coated with a damp icy sheet, like balkava drenched with honey. Snow was melted, and thick. A dry green leaf wiggled through the breeze. It was humid, above freezing. Chunks of ice came crashing down. A crow hovered and soared. She was cawing. Too far to hear for counting, as the trees extended bare branches, waving them with hosannas. Each branch moved with grace. They were working well with what they’ve got. My fingertips were shouting “Let’s go in!” If there is any kind of life that lives, it will live it. I pressed the elevator button, wiped my snotty nose, and found my keys. I went out and picked up supplies. I was alive and in love with my soulmate. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My adoration loves her baby. My celebrating loves her newborn. My caressing loves her love making. My sexual climax loves her hug. My heaven loves her sunrise. My sun loves her roses. My kissing loves her happiness. My temple loves her flowers. My saint loves her song. My shaking hands love her electrical charge. My persona loves her costuming. My love loves her true love. My genuine loves her authentic. My handsomeness loves her beauty. My ethics love her morality. My possibility loves her real. My destiny loves her glory. My joy loves her climax. My completion loves her goal. My trustworthy loves her honest. My cheerful loves her positive. My avowing loves her affirming. My feeling loves her healing. My willingness loves her miracles. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “The liberal soul shall be made fat: and he that watereth shall be watered also himself.” Proverbs 11:25. I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Sunday, November 25th, 2007
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My Preserving Loves Her Cherished Full Moon

Full Moon. A very long stretch of cloud hovered for miles and miles, looking like a chain of mountains. 3 pigeons sped together, heading north. Long wispy strand of cloud streaked out at an angle to the massive and lumbering one. Blue sky was abundant, and so was the sun. My footprints of yesterday were still clear in the snow. They met my footprints from today. 3 delicate lovebirds chirped in mid-flight. Her mountain of love was in shadow and light. The sun was shining on me. It was clear from all passing cloud. A silent crow flapped in the breeze. I was relaxing in time and space. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Snow sparkled like a white carpet of foam. The air was cool on my pant legs. I wore a black touque. The breeze blew on the back of my neck, with a mild trace of warmth from the sun, making shadows on my love diary page. A crow cawed 5 times. A group of tiny birds flew as 11. Shadows were at 10 o’clock. Gorgeous trees were gleaming with white shadows and bright highlight. A distant crow cawed 24 times or more without stopping. She sounded like a barking dog. A train horn sounded 3 times. A big dog barked over and over again. A small dog responded with 2 short barks. Lovebirds were all around. I could hear their tiny voices. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The large cloud had dispersed to manageable chunks that flowed toward her river of love, down by the CBC, where my heartthrob, Anna would be. A crow cawed 5 times. The crow cawed 6 more times in bursts of 3. Sometimes errors do better things for organizing yourself effectively than best laid plans. My sense of the order and magic of numbers was increasing as 4 blackbirds sped off together. I was always in touch with something. I used to note coincidences and fathom synchronicity. But I never took it as seriously as I do now, today, for my love. This is the essence of life: To see things relate and interconnect, and bind in the most meaningful and miraculous ways -for good or for evil. It’s as if life on the earth were designed to be one immaculate weaving rendered by every soul. I’m in love with Anna in this. How I longed for her kiss, as I wrote these words for her, sweetly.

Some deeper sense of order was putting order to my chaos. I was trying to trace sense of it all. In the sensations of physicality, I felt it. The healing that takes place when this happens is very real, giving me strength within each incremental moment, for her love. Except when struggling with computers, of course. The computers of the future must be better. Otherwise they will simply be yet another form of brainwashing and conditioning by command. Snow on the green tin awning was slowly dripping down. There was silence, amid the traffic whoosh. My body groaned from a week of work, and it was a pleasure to sit and relax in the snow and write these words for my soulmate, Anna. For her, I do a deeper work. Faint clouds looked like trails of gauze, or a cross-hatched ice sheet. My fingers were telling me it was time to head in. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My belt loves her clothes. My shield loves her armor. My skin loves her blanket. My covering loves her quilt. My boat loves her harbour. My brown loves her greenhouse. My circle loves her bubble. My castle loves her carpet. My door closed loves her lock. My hand loves her glove. My hat loves her helmet. My hug loves her holding. My shelter loves her hotel. My secret loves her womb. My roof loves her umbrella. My shell loves her house. My unity loves her containing. My cautious loves her defending. My anxiety loves her safeguard. My preserving loves her cherished moon. My fear loves her safety. My guarding loves her security. My healing loves her refuge. My police love her shield. My supporting loves her parents. My watching loves her reality. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.” -Isaiah 65:24. I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Saturday, November 24th, 2007
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