reviews

some days, all you wanna do is blog. you wanna log insignificant moments. like this assertive law school grad -- who is (she keeps reminding us) from niagara: you don't need to tell me about the realities of niagara falls! (huh?) -- giving oodles of (largely unsolicited) advice to her friend, the law school applicant. about the girl with the reeeally long hair beside me who, having just arrived, is prepping to settle into her seat and has just flashed me a contagiously friendly smile. about the endearing, pudgy, bearded, lumberjack boy in the bright-red mcgill shirt who (in)conspicuously turns around to get a load of Law Grad. about the bob marley hat that Jovial Barista is sporting. about the chocolate-chip-cookie embers floating around in my mug of mint tea (who can resist dunking?). about all ninety centimetres of that still-falling, dusty snow outside.

but none of it matters, of course. surely, what's more important, more pressing, is keeping on with the book review i'm in the middle of writing. surely.

and now back to translating...