Tuesday, October 30, 2007

“... They alighted on the eternal questions, but went up in a gust of hot air.”

“Vorticism, in fact, was what I, personally, did and said, at a certain period.”

“Would you believe it, Rod? Last night they got on to the question of whether there’s such a thing as crime or not! I told you they were talking a devil of a lot of nonsense! But tonight our friend Pash, there, brought up the law of progress, and we got on statistics; then Lily, there, sayin we knew well enough before countin that in the same state of society the same sort of things would happen, and it was no more wonder that quantities should remain the same than that qualities should remain the same, for in relation to society numbers are qualities - the number of drunkards is a quality in society - the numbers are an index to the qualities, and give us no instruction, only setting us to consider the causes of difference between different social states - Lily sayin this, we went off on the causes o'social change, and when you came in I was goin upon the power of ideas, which I hold to be the main transformin cause.”







“BUT in conversation with Ezra Pound there emerged the idea of defining what WE wanted & having a name for it.”

“What’s so extraordinary about it? It’s a social problem you hear discussed all the time.”



“Ultimately Gaudier for sculpture, Ezra Pound for poetry, and Wyndham Lewis, the prime mover, set down their personal requirements.”



“Not in the terms in which they were formulating it,” says Godwin, the inlayer, more concerned to carry on the subject than to wait for a word from the new guest.

“Wyndham Lewis certainly MADE Vorticism...”



“You can say that again. I say, Rod: listen and give me your opinion. For either you mean so many sorts o'things by ideas that I get no knowledge by what you say... or else you mean a particular sort of idea, and then I go against yer meaning as too narrow. For look at it in one way, all actions MEN put a bit o'thought into are ideas - say, sowing seed, or makin a canoe, or bakin clay; and such ideas as these work themselves into life and go on growing with it, but they can't go apart fromt he material that set them to work and makes a medium for them. It's the nature o'wood and stone yieldin to the knife that raises the idea o'shapin them, and with plenty o'wood and stone the shapin will go on. I look at it, that such ideas as are mixed straight away with all the other elements o'life are powerful along with'em. The slower the mixin, the less power they have. And as to the causes o'social change, I look at it in this way - ideas are a sort of parliament, but there's a commonwealth outside, and a good deal of the commonwealth is working at change without knowing what the parliament is doing. I want to hear it. I nearly burst a blood-vessel arguing with them last night before you arrived, I couldn’t wait for you to get there; I’d told them you were coming... What sparked it off was when we started talking about the view of the socialists. It’s a view that is well-known: crime is a protest against the craziness of the social system - and that’s all there is to it, no more than that, and no other reasons conceded - so it doesn’t matter!...”

“’Vorticism’ now seems more a period label than an aesthetic programme.”

“Here comes the nonsense again! But if you take easy mixing as your test of power, some of the least practical ideas beat everything. They spread without being understood, and enter into the language without being understood, and enter into the language without being thought of... ”


“What, then, was Vorticism? The question has been asked, and answered, before.”

“Take JoE, for instance. Totally stuck in the eighties. He puts everyone into categories and gets so caught up in them that he totally forgets about people, like what real people are like. He's that whole Ringwald movie series all rolled into one. And the truth is, people just aren't like that anymore. Maybe it's the drug movement, maybe it’s post-modern ecclecticism. Call it what you will, but the distinctions between different types of people have broken down.”

I’d totally forgotten dat dis conversation was going on between patients, dat is til Randt came back an opened his ignorant mouth. But I ain got nothin to add’is time. I’m jus happy to sit back and observe, cept for de very real fact dat I’m d’one runnin dis’imulation. De rest jus totally ignorin Randt anyway, which I find hilarious.

“What is Vorticism? Well, like Futurism, and Imagisme, and Cubism, essentially it is nonsense. But it is more important than these other fantastic, artistic, and literary movements because it is their sure conclusion.”



“N-no other reasons are conceded! It’s not nonsense!... I can show you the books they have: they put it all down to being ‘a prey to one’s surroundings’ - and that’s it! It’s their favourite expression! From that it follows directly that if only society were to be organized sanely, crime would simply disappear, as there would be nothing to protest about and everyone would become virtuous, just like that.”

“What was Vorticism? The answer could only be - a slogan.”



“Nature isn’t taken into consideration, nature is banished, nature is not supposed to exist. The way they see it, it’s not MANkind which, moving along a HIStorical, living path of development, will finally transmute itself into a sane society, but rather a social system which, having emanated from some mathematical head, will at once reorganize the whole of mankind and in a single instant make it virtuous and free from sin, more speedily than any living process, bypassing any historical or living path!”



“Vorticism... What does this word mean? I do not know.”



“That is why they have such an instinctive dislike of HIStory.”



“One MAN’s doings, group designation, personal requirements, period label, nonsense, slogan, enigma - all of these must be accounted for in answering the question. They may act by changing the distribution of gases. Instruments are getting so fine now. MEN may come to register the spread of a theory by observed changes in the atmosphere and corresponding changes in the nerves.”



“It’s nothing but a catalogue of outrages and follies. Ay, ye've done well to bring us round to the point. Ye're all agreed that societies change - not always and everywhere - but on the whole and in the long-run. Now, with all deference, I would beg to observe that we have got to examine the nature of changes before we have a warrant to call them progress, which word is supposed to include a bettering, though I apprehend it to be ill chosen for that purpose, since mere motion onward may carry us to a bog or a precipice. And the questions I would put are three: Is all change in the direction of progress? If not, how shall we discern which change is progress and which not? And thirdly, how far and in what ways can we act upon the course of change so as to promote it where it is beneficial and divert it where it is injurious?”



Lily immediately says, “What was Vorticism? Change and progress are merged in the idea of development. The laws of development are being discovered, and changes taking place according to them are necessarily progressive; that is to say, if we have any notion of progress or improvement opposed to them, the notion is a mistake.”





"I really can't see how you arrive at that sort of certitude about changes by calling them development."





"That is a truth. Woe to the MEN who see no place for resistance in this generation! I believe in a growth, a passage, and a new unfolding of life where of the seed is more perfect, more charged with the elements that are pregnant with..."


Well, dis a fascinatin time in de Field an all, but I'm gonna get on over to JoseF's class now.




Monday, October 22, 2007

Here I am, yet again, monitoring de testimonial transfer of information. How is this format beneficial to de student? In particular, d’international students, cuz lord knows, da’s where de money is.

“C’mon, folks! If we were going any slower, we’d be going backwards! Is anyone awake out there? Texts embody and describe personal... routines...”

Alluva sudden, Derek Eidick pipes up.

“What about Aime Cesaire?”

JoseF jus gives’im a questionin look, so Derek continues.

“Yeah, in 1939 he published this searing long poem ‘Cahier d’un retour au pays natal’. He wrote of his native Martinique, colonial oppression, rediscovered African sources...”

Who is dis freaking kid?

“He even coined the term ‘Negritude’.”

Is dat a good thing?

“Oh yes, I know to whom you’re referring! Excellent example. His poetry was written in the language of Lautreamont and Rimbaud, but it was a French spattered with neologisms, punctuated by new rhythms. For Cesaire, a ‘native land’ was something complex and hybrid, salvaged from a lost origin, constructed out of a squalid present, articulated within and against a colonial tongue. Yes, we should definitely take a look at him... autobiographical... intervention of technique... cut-up from Dadaists... associative riffs... elements and moments... repetition... loops... unattributed quotes... Roland Barthes... zeroing... carnival of dislocations... attempt to break down authority... hierarchy... meaning... linear order... tease us into recognizing meaningless universe... all meaning is contingent and personal... rise and dominence of pop culture... playfulness... radical skepticism... decomposition... subversion... the word no longer the central core... image... radical tone is skepticism... Deconstructionism... structuralism: De Saussere... 1906-11... A course in general linguistics... initiated critical momentum... semiotics... structuralism... post-structuralism... deconstructionism... critique of language rests on the sign...”

Oh, gawd, I hate that stupid signifier/signified bullshit! I feel’ike I’ve never heard a stupider idea.

“language reflects ourselves... subjective constructs that cloud the world... terms are interchangeable... words drift in meaning... diachronic vs. synchronic... 1915-1980: Roland Barthes... philosophical focus to culture.. world interpretive matrix of signs... writing degree... mythology... interdisciplinary focus... Jacques Derrida... writing indifference... feminism... deconstructing authority... male-dominated theoretical structure... Pop Culture... war between content and artist... not transparent... it’s a game... Kathy Acker... Empire of the Senseless... banned... Why girls like to fuck... short story... written to theory novel of ideas European tradition... deconstructionist novel... anti-literature... conventions, language exploded... collage...”

Mr. Derek Eidick is piping up again. Kid’s got a lot on his mind today.

“Sex refers to the differences, both biological and anatomical, between males and females, while gender is thought of as a cultural phenomenon, which society has constructed around the meanings of femininity and masculinity...”

He kinda peters out der, but JoseF picks up on de thread.

“Are you saying that gender is more of a choice, while sex is something that society assigns?”

“Well, gender is more complex than sex. It is more ambiguous and changes over time.”

“I understand what you’re saying. We’ll get into that in more detail next week... violent dada... attack on authority... end of the fathers... incest... sexual abuse... responsible for an approach... outlaw genre... make novel something new... back to De Sade... outlaw... anti-literary obsessive... sexuality... body is battlefield... taboos... body artwork...”

Somehow dis been too much for one girl. She must be havin a bad time. Tears are streamin down her face. She picks up her books and leaves de room. Hmm... Who is dat? Present files indicate:

Silence by Shannan Laktin

I thought I was alone

Until I spoke my secret shame

And saw the tears

That stung my lips

In eyes that were not mine

I heard my secret fears

On other tongues

And found my power In the first touch

In the first trust

After the violence inflicted

For being

Woman

I better check-up on dat one later. JoseF is’tunned, but he carries on.

“Genet... deconstruct how one reads language subject... post-modern... (Cormac McCarthy - most significant post-war author)... language as a force... not transparent... seeing it as a construction... language as a power structure... writing on human flesh... paternity... avusive power... ruined landscape pollution for profit... restriction and anarchy... a discipline in itself... dissolving landscape... Beckett... explores obscenity... theme of apocalypse... pollution... nature of bosses... aging fathers reassuring, while selling us out... outsider... body as theatre... how one sets oneself apart... love... breaking down structures of life ”

Whoa, man, I hardly ever hear dis guy talk bout ‘love’.

“live beyond norms of society... renewal... nihilism... worship of commodities... obsession with possession... Sylvia Plath... deconstruct... take everything to zero... once acheiving the zero, rebuild, renew, reconstruct...”

Sunday, October 14, 2007

“Prufrock... world is troubled... crisis poems... linkages...inward, private movement... ‘Wasteland’... he sees this disappearing... Universe is a richer place than we know and we’ve lost this feeling... ‘Four Quartets’: theme of time, redemption of time... The end of Modernism... no definite ending... Modernism still with us... new sciences and technology... psychoanalysis ended modern period... no longer producers but consumers... much irony instead of earnestness... Gertrude Stein (playing with language against its meaning) and Hemingway ended Modernism... Hemingway was the antithesis to Modernism... nostalgia and retro fashion was the seal on the tomb of modernism... Media has shrunk space and time... telephone collapses space and time... history leaking back into the present... end of history... post-modern culture is becoming aware of self as a culture... ”

Now I’m considering Alonzo Church. What does he think of Tarski? Or maybe Russell’s Paradox? Gawd, that would sure be nice to know. Le’s check up on Kretschmar for a minute, shall we? Ohhhh, quotin Moustakas again, like a fucking mantra:

“As the relationship between the child and therapist is clarified...”

Jus like butter. ha ha.

“...strengthened, the child’s deeper feelings of hostility become gradually sharpened and more specific.”

Hmmm... Very interesting and yet, somehow I jus don’t care right now. Le’s check up on my status in London-town again. Yes, I’m dissociatin again... But at least I’m doin somethin useful. ha ha ha... Le’s’ee... Alonzo Church... What can we dig up on him while dis here lecture is going on. Oh, wait a second. I forgot bout how Alonzo Church is totally full o’shit. A logistic system with an assignment o’meaning to its expressions? Whateva... Godel! For chrissake! Didn’t he study any Godel whatsoever? Was Alonzo Church actually thinkin that he could turn natural language into a formal system o’some kind? What a laugh... I wonder what that ‘paradox of analysis’ is. Hmmm... Frege, eh? I know a couple of experts on Frege. Is his notion o’function really that problematic?

Hold on. Is that an alarm going off somewhere? Hmmm...

Hey, dis ain London callin, i’s Munich.

“Visual search is a key paradigm in attention research that has proved to be a test bed for competing theories of selective attention. The starting point for most current theories of visual search has been Treisman’s ‘feature integration theory’ of visual attention (e.g., Treisman and Gelade, 1980). A number of key issues that have been raised in attempts to test this theory are still pertinent questions of research today...”

He goes on to assume a lot regarding ‘function’ here. I wonder if he’s ever read any Frege.

“A key paradigm in attention research, that has proved to be a test bed for competing theories of selective attention, is visual search. In the standard paradigm, the observer is presented with a display that can contain a target stimulus amongst a variable number of distractor stimuli. The total number of stimuli is referred to as the display size. The target is either present or absent, and the observers’ task is to make a target-present vs. target-absent decision as rapidly and accurately as possible. (Alternatively, the search display may be presented for a limited exposure duration, and the dependent variable is the accuracy of target detection.)”

Saturday, October 6, 2007

“Modernist movement... blast manifesto... Eliot would not be enlisted... innovations, masking, neo-classical, remaking of other’s poems... technical wizardry... preeminent poet of suffereing... epic journey... haunting clarity... dislocation... mystic wholeness...Thomas Stearns Eliot... born 1885, in St. Louis... state of Missouri... (home of another great writer, William S. Burroughs)... family was full of clergy and teachers... He went to Harvard in 1906... taught school in London... became a clerk in a bank... 1915... Vivienne Haywood... married... breakdown... 1920s ‘Wasteland’... Paris... Pound... editing... 1925... editor, director at publishers ‘Faber and Faber’... British subject... 1948 Nobel Prize... 1950s best known poet... 1964 died of emphysema... married again... Valerie Eliot... happy marriage... plays... just listen to... voice from the depths of struggle... uses classical forms... long poems... assemblage of lyrics... or tightly united?”

He’s lookin round but none here is prepared to answer his question. Dey all jus fallin asleep to de lull of his voice.

“Ahmm... ‘Prufrock’... musical echoes... sounds... reverberations... poet of emotion... prose against classic... technique... plays with language... coherence of images... ‘Wasteland’ and ‘Four Quartets’...”

He writin somethin on de board now.

5 Divisions of Rhetoric: 1)Invention 2)Disposition 3)Elocution 4)Memory/Recall 5)Delivery

Hey, kids! Wake-up! We’re not talking about pizza here. We’re talking about a sequential outward movement... public... retrieving older forms...”

What a long way dis guy has come. I can hardly believe it myself, lookin back at de stuff he used to write.

Ferries for the Soul

“Fairy” is inaccurate: It’s several letters off.

I tell you, gays are ferries for the soul.

Between the banks of yin and yang we operate, and cross

Biology to keep the genders whole,

As each contains its opposite - A “fairy” is that bridge

Between the male and female which allows

The two to interact outside the principle of marriage,

Existing as a necessary flaw.




Well, dat was back when he was JoD, I guess. Long time ago.

OH, you’re right, Maro. Gotta get goin to dat Board Meetin.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Der be peeps fillin in. I’m tryin to find a place to sit myself, and also remember dem all from der profiles. In da peanut gallery we got de Cock (who looks like he fallin asleep, maybe he’d be a good one to sit beside), and a bunch of other student reps. We also gotta couple o’staff members who bin sucked into takin notes. Megan B. has been a Drug and Alcohol Counsellor at G. House since graduation.

Ted R. works in private practice and has also worked as a consultant to MSB-Health Canada -- Medical Services Branch, Ministry of Health and Social Services, P.W.A. Society, Workers Compensation Board.

Louisa G. is a counsellor at the Police Department under the Canadian Association of Sexual Assault Centres.

Ahh, maybe not. Looks like she havin a good laugh wid an ex-chancellor, too rich for my blood. The Warden, de Sub-Warden. De Vices. All a lotta fuckin big wigs. Da’s for damn sure. An I feel like I ain one o’dem at all. Wha da hell’m I doin here, anyway? Big business junkies an de like. Looks like everyone’s jus bout here. Der is a large, large woman and I’m havin trouble figurin out what her role (heh-heh) is here. She don seem to fit (heh-heh) in here, either. Stumblin, limpin aroun.

Guess I better get myself a seat. I’m gonna try sittin beside the Cock for a change. He’s sorta surrounded by student reps here, but I see an empty seat.

“No room! No room!”

Da’s ridiculous. Fuckin racist or some shit. Der’s all kindsa room. Jus cuz dey gotta hole up in one corner o’de room doesn mean no one else can join dem. Fuck. I useta be a studen’too y’know. I feel’ike tellin’em to fuck right off, but instead I jus’tart lookin for somewhere else to sit. Fuck it. I’m sittin wid’e students. Der’s nowhere else to sit, an I can tell da’the meetin is bout to start. Dey’ll jus hafta deal. No, wait. I guess I can sit nex’to d’ex-chancellor, maybe an de beautiful dentist. Dat wouldn be so bad afterall.

“Ahh, der’s plenty o’room.” I tell those fuckin studens, an den I go to d’other end o’de room. Right in de midst of all de big-wigs. D’ex-chancellor is right beside me. He’s lookin me up an’down.

“Have some wine,” he says openin up his jacket as I sit down. I see a flask in der. He’s takin it out discreetly an offerin it to me. He’s holdin it right up to my face. It seems pretty empty to me, an from de smell it was somethin a little stronger dan wine dat was in it in de first place.

“I don see any wine, man,” I’m sayin to him.

“There isn’t any,” he says with a very kooky kinda smile. How old is dis guy anyway? He looks like he’s bout 102 years of age.

“Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,” says some kinda businessman on de other side o’me.

“It wasn very civil of YOU to sit down without bein’vited,” d’ex-chancellor is sayin to de businessman wid a wink at me. Maybe dis guy ain so bad afterall.

“I didn’t know this was YOUR row, John,” de businessman is bout to lose his temper.

“Cut your hair,” d’ex-chancellor snaps back. Dis is pretty funny cuz de businessman looks a bit like an old hippy ‘cept for his suit. He got all kindsa beeds an tattoos an stuff, not to mention a great big head o’long hair. I figure I better break in before things get outta hand.

“Hey, guys. Le’s not get into de personal remarks, ok?”

D’hippy businessman is openin his eyes very wide an den they suddenly become all squinty-like an small. He’s bout to say somethin to me, but a loud bout o’raucous laughter interrupts him. Someone nearby is tellin jokes.

“Then the patient says, ‘I coulda been a psychopath.’ So, I say, ‘Don’t worry. If you’re wrong, you won’t lose your head.’ Haa haaa haaa.” De guy is laughin so hard, he’s just about chokin.

Now de name tags bein propped up on de table. I’s funny cuz dey got dis huge-like table from medieval times or somethin, but d’whole Board is all crunched at one’nd of it. Now we see how up to date dem websites really is. Connectin the dots: the relations between all dese people. Can’t quite be read. But it look like de lovely Ms. Inwest Investments Inc. ain gonna make it today, unless she’s jettin in late. I’s gettin called to order now. Der’s gonna be another presentation today.

“Clearly, there is less opportunity for people with less money to find alternative services that are usually much more expensive when they are provided by the private sector... Overall, it has not been a good exercise for the city-state to go through.”

Dis all seems a little familiar somehow. Le’s consult Maro.

“Support the objectives of the institution… if that can’t be done then the institution will not thrive… the office does all that… look at the technologies being offered to us.”

Some slides are projected up in front of us in order to prove a point: commercialization activities. "What technologies are commercializable… downtown incubator… Angel Network of Investors…” Showin der wares.

“The economics of this city… based on international…”

-36 invention disclosures

-26 new patent applications filled

-5 new patents issued

The bottom line: $15.7 million in revenues generated.

I dunno. I wonder if da’s all a little too technical for some o’de people on de Board. Oh, holdup. I think somethin’s bout to go down here. I can feel things heatin up.

“The woman running the station was a little disappointed at the level of contributions.”

It’s Ange Wardrop, a professor in the Department o’Psychology.

But psychologists have long been aware o’dismal aspects of human behaviour: people are more honest if dey know dey’re bein observed - when’obody’s watchin, dey feel dey can get away wid murder, or at least a free cup o’coffee. Dis problem gave Wardrop and two colleagues an idea for an experiment. For 10 weeks one spring, dey alternately taped two posters over de coffee station. Durin one week, it was a picture o’flowers; durin d’other, it was a pair of starin eyes. Den they sat back to watch what would happen. A remarkable pattern emerged. Durin da weeks when d’eyes poster stared’own at de coffee station, coffee an tea drinkers contributed 2.76 times as much money as in de weeks when flowers graced’e wall. Apparently, da mere feeling o’bein watched - even by eyes dat were patently not real - was enough to encourage people to behave honestly. Wardrop says she was’tunned: “We kind of thought there might be a subtle effect. We weren’t expecting such a large impact.”

Dis paper prompted’e Townsend police department to slap’osters of eyes everywhere as part of a campaign called “We’ve Got Our Eyes on Criminals.” De researchers’tudied de campaign to see if de posters had an effect on crime and vandalism... and so on an so forth. But dat was years ago. I wonder why all dat is comin up today.

Are you aware of any personal characteristics or difficulties that may make pursuing counsellor training difficult for you at this time? Please elaborate.

Counselling Psychology Master’s student Ange Wardrop, age 26, won’t say how many partners she’s slept with. It’s not that she’s embarrassed, or coy, or even particularly modest. She’s happy to share that the average number among her age group is about 10 partners each. Also, she confided that she lost her virginity at 18, roughly one year after the Townsend average for girls. Wardrop recounted that even in her liberal, educated peer group, there are still seemingly random standards. Eyebrows raise, for example, if a woman says she’s had more than a dozen partners - especially if that number includes one-night stands. Her group expects men, however to experience between 20 and 40 sexual partners.

Wardrop, who grew up near Townsend City Hall, recalled that she and her friends were deluged with state-sponsored information about STDs and safe sex. However, she didn’t find out that sex is emotionally affecting - until she tried it all out in her early 20s. She also noted that in mapping its sexual norms, her group had little help from official sources.

“I read Cosmo for all the sex stuff,” she admitted, pointing out that popular culture fills in de gaps. “It’s [pop culture] one of the only open forums for talking about sex and making it acceptable for talking about sex.”

Wardrop has found another way: pole dancing.

“I know of nowhere else I can go where I can publicly express my sexuality in a fun, supported way,” said the Goh Ballet-trained instructor. If pole dancing endures, it’ll be one more tool for young women to help navigate the complicated world of sexual decision-making.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Without invitation, he pulls up a chair opposite us. "Hey ladies, what's shaking?"
"Of course you are," Jose says.
I shoot her a sideways look. "Hey man, I'm Prin. This is Jose."
"Pleasure," he says, his smile stretched too tightly. "So like, you two are regulars here, right? So, I guess that means you're, um, you know..."
"No," Jose says, makin him work for it, "we don't."
He leans over, lowering his voice to a near whisper.
"Oh wait, I got it!" Jose exclaims. "You want to know if we've got that special something, right?"
I kick her under the table, hard. But once Jose gets goin, she never breaks stride. She reaches across de table an takes de man by de hand. "Well baby, you better get us while you can."
By de shade o'grey de man turns, I can tell dat he done jus lost his courage.
"Um, really? That's... cool," he says, finding his feet.
"Sexy," Jose mouths slowly in a loud stage whisper.
"Hey, you know, I gotta get back. Friends. Bar. Nice meeting ya..."
Jose blows him a kiss. "Hasta luego, SUGAR!"
"Jesus," I say. "Sometimes you're a real jerk."
Now, are these my thoughts, or JoseF’s? JoseF’s, o’course, though his mind doesn’t hardly ever correspond to what he’s really lookin at. By comparison, mine would go more along de lines of: De girls will sit at der table. Dey will let da men across from dem gaze into der gorgeous eyes. Is dis for admiration? No, dey are too young. Dis for practise an’othing else, you must understand. Dey learning how to wrestle for power an dis is de safest place to do it.

Monday, September 10, 2007

JoseF walks on to de Field wearin slippers an a smokin jacket. He sits down an lights a smoke. He continues to light cigarette after cigarette, inhalin each one in between comments an de jottin down of ideas. He sits back an crosses his legs. JoseF watches from a distance an lets his mind do the complainin. At de same table, on a differen day, I can recall Prin sittin an restrainin herself from disclosin all her secrets. But once again, I digress. I must focus on today’s earth-shatterin, mind-numbin non-events, on whatever is happenin before me. Les’ee.

SPY #060997 007

REPORT #2

DAILY OBSERVATIONS:

There’s quite a few ravens around here.

One of my teachers is pregnant. I hope she doesn’t pick me to hate.

DRILL EXCERCISE

This pretend mission came from my grandfather, well, I guess not directly. See, he mentioned in a letter that he used to come to Chicago pretty often on business trips a long time ago. He stayed at a hotel called the Knickerbocker. He looked on my mom's street map of Chicago when she got back but I guess he couldn't find where it was supposed to be. So, that's what I'm going to do. It's not a real mission because there's really no point in it but it's good practice. Anyway, I just wanted to request permission to pursue this course of action.

“So, this is his second report?”

“Yep.”

“And you believe there is some sort of literary merit to this sort of thing?”

“Yep.”

“Hmmm... Yes, yes. Of course, you’re right. I just had tea and chocs with my mad uncle. Did I tell you that he’s in here? Life here is pretty easy and removed from the world. My Nan fusses over him night and day. Does K Jan have anyone to fuss over him? Well, I guess that’s your department, isn’t it. My uncle’s gained 10lbs for sure. He scribbles out his bad dreams. He feels sure that bad men are going to get him. He watches too many British soaps. Maybe words aren’t really the thing for K Jan. Perhaps what he needs is a good camera.”

“I don’think so.”

“No? Hmmmm... So this young fellow stabbed one of his counsellors, you say?”

“Well, I didn say that, actually...”

“Well, I’ll take him. I’m strong. I’m healthy, though I’m not sure how the whole thing will end up.”