Well hello climate change come i -- oh, you're in already

[radiantfracture]

Uncle and aunt and poet friend and his partner in Ottawa all safe from the TORNADO.

For some reason a tornado in Ottawa makes me think of Two Solitudes. Oh, that stupid tower the architect wanted to build in the middle of the prairies because clearly MacLennan read The Fountainhead halfway through his first draft and was like "towers are powers". (And you never quite got to that full second draft, did you, Hugh?)

(Googles to make sure this sequence of events is actually possible. Two Solitudes published 1945; The Fountainhead 1943. Good enough.)

I wrote an essay in third year (in one of my third years) about Two Solitudes in which I suggested that MacLennan might want to think about tornadoes. This was not super well-received by the Canadian Lit prof.

Now I am thinking with teeth-gritting frustration about Atwood's "Progressive Insanities of a Pioneer", so that's a morning.

There's something so good about posting in this journal and having a bit of a chat with you all, even when I'm talking nonsense. I forget this when I'm overwhelmed and feel as though I don't have the brain power to formulate anything worthwhile. It's just exactly the right thing. Thank you.

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