The city is disabled this morning. It snowed all night, and even as I was lying in bed listening to the news and trying to find the energy to crawl from my comfort, I could hear the spinning of tires as people without icy road skills tried to drive their weak cars from the underground depths of our parking garage. It was funny - funny in a way that comedic stupid suffering of others is funny. I was amused.

The real countdown is on: only eight more days until I go back to AB for Easter. Anticipation. So much to do in that time, and yet it seems so far away.

I spent some time since my last entry focusing on the literary arts. Not that purging my soul to an anonymous web-audience isn’t some form of literary art - but I tend to think of this like the fast food of writing. Most of it is over hyped crap, that will tarnish your insides if you consume too much of it. Effortless babble, that sometimes has something interesting to say, but more often than not is just me typing characters as fast as I can into the Internet. In other words: I was doing some real writing beyond this.

Here is the story so far: Remember the essence of my planned fictional escapade? It had to do with the idea of a culture pirate: a curious individual or group who traveled the universe stealing culture-bounty from the rich and hoarding it for themselves. Since then I have solidified more details: The story as I am writing it is told in the first-person perspective of a cynical young yuppie named Decker, who while strolling along the beach one day finds his curiosity drawn to a misplaced street kid named Sari begging for coins on the edge of the sand. She start spouting deep philosophical musings and Decker winds up following her down the beach to an interesting decision: follow the girl further, or not. The following leads him into the yet-determined world of cultural piracy: if you haven’t figured it out from this, the girl is one of the pirates. I’ve thrown a lot of symbolism in, including the ocean - and some less subtle stuff: but the stuff I’ve written is looming up close to a chapters worth, so I might pass it along to some of my “editors” soon for a quick review.

Now on with the show….