First things first: I've concocted a quick little poem, somewhat inspired by the slow-drip gentrification of Toronto's Kensington Market district.

Passage

A single block, stray dog soul - not kicked, but
washed
away:
grey-bright boxes eviscerate unsightly dysfunctions
with apoplectic neon sales-pitch frenzy panoramas.
Fate handshake-sealed in concrete-glass citadels
where lucre holds sway.

-- Evan Stratford

Yeah, so I said I would endeavour to write a poem a day. I haven't been doing that; turns out that, as with most creative undertakings (and I emphatically include programming in this category), it makes most sense to write when you have something to write about. What's new? I'm taking part in the annual FASS production. Performances are this Thursday at 8 pm, Friday at 7 and 10 pm, and Saturday at 8 pm; then it's Strike Party, 6 am stagger to Mel's, long rest on Sunday, mad rush to make up for lost time in this whole undergrad race. That said: if you're in Waterloo, come to FASS! Faculty, alumni, students, and staff alike have put in tremendous efforts to ensure a profusion of hilarity for you, our dear prospective audience members; come and repay those efforts with rapt attention, ribald (yes, this is the adjective I meant to use) laughter, and fervent clapping!