I survived the most horrible winter

Soon I will be able to add a Published Work section to my resume. It will go nicely under all the minimum wage retail jobs and the glossed-over lack of a high school diploma, until I fail to mention high school altogether and just mention that I'm working on a degree.

On Wednesday I got an email from White Wall Review. They are publishing two of my poems under the pseudonym Patrick Walker-Nelson. That makes me a published poet times 9.

Today I went to Grant MacEwan College to chat up a student advisor. I think they are going to let me in.

Woke up at two am to a house of dark, whippy, rainy air and two open windows, ate an orange in bed, which tasted very sweet on account of the dark, woke up again at seven to bells, pre-dawn and freezy floors, drank tea, got dressed, cleaned my rooms, and when the sun started warming up the floors I sat on them and wrote a bit. Then I played Bach, Dvorak, and Reger in the loud front room of the apartment, without the mute, and I sounded fantastic. Then I sat on the stairs to my door and almost finished a poem. Then he came and we left. The day has been full of delicious orange juice, milk, tea, and Starbucks [a slight lack of food, probably going to be rectified later] and a drenching of sun and three logic problems solved.

The anti human-chauvinism movement slightly disturbs me. It's true that human chauvinism, the idea that humans are the surpreme goal and best possible product of evolution, is simply uninformed, but the writers trying to correct this view in the common consciousness seem too often to swing to the other, just as stupid, extreme, ignoring that though it may not be the pinnacle of anything but its own history up to this point, human achievement and ability is a marvelous thing.