woke up in the middle of a dream...was sweating yet there was nothing about it that i could discern as unsettling...i was driving a monstrously large van and was doing my best not to scrape cars as i backed out of my grandmother's driveway...whenever i drive in my dreams there is a slight sense of terror...i am not allowed to drive...inside the house, my dad was conducting a strange form of batting practice...i guess i can't really make an attempt...the van seemed a lot like the one a band i had a few years ago tried to use to do a tour...the van had irreparably broken done the day before we were scheduled to leave for Winnipeg...in fact hours after we had shown it to a mechanic friends of ours...he had looked at the beast dubiously...saying this was what adventures were made of.....that the van broke down shortly thereafter certainly seems like a boon now...

starting reading Life of Pi earlier in the evening...am decidedly suspicious of novels that manage to garner public acclaim...public acclaim made 'Tantra for Dummies' a hit...perhaps the success initially has to do with the Canadian content...there aren't that many novels that have the North as a central location...the story begins in the strange (due to geographic displacement) of India...it seems to some degree that current sensibilities embody a dreamy desire to be elsewhere...this isn't a new phenomena, yet i think it is something that has become more vivid since 9/11... a sort of renaissance...