Last night I went out dancing with Ehch and a friend of hers at Funhaus. It was a lot of fun (so the name of the place was appropriate), especially since I hadn't been out to a club since I moved to Toronto. I still have the moves, though I had to break them back in gradually. Time flew and it became too late to grab the subway home, so Ehch was kind enough to give me a ride. Oddly, I kept looking around and thinking I was seeing Ottawa folks, but the illusion would shatter quickly.

I had to psyche myself up for the night out, so I watched 24 Hour Party People, an amazing film about the early 80's Manchester scene and Tony Wilson's role in it. The film is incredibly funny and intertextual, though it doesn't give me any sort of appreciation for the Happy Mondays. The band just isn't that good and Sean Ryder is portrayed as the biggest douchebag walking the earth.

I find it suspicious that the earlier I go to bed, the more time my body decides it needs for sleep. 11 hours? Baffling.

I finished my Avant-Garde readings yesterday, so I'm doing pretty well on the workload. Perloff is an interesting read. Part of her thesis is that dissemination of "the image" in advertising and via media outlets has influenced trends in poetry, altering it greatly at the levels of form and syntax.

I might take it easy today. Tonight I'm checking out Panic at Funhaus with Ehch - good music, plus MOZFEST, a whole room apparently devoted to the Smiths and Morrissey. Should be cool. Yesterday I watched The Matrix Revolutions, which still has some of the most amazing special effects I've ever seen. The film gets trashed mercilessly but it looks incredible. I'm about a third of the way through X-Files Season Three and the episodes are getting quite good, even the ones that aren't part of the mytharc.

Andrea and I spent a couple of hours online last night trading music back and forth. I learned a thing or two about her.