All the thieves want is your car keys, so leave them by the door. All the MAiD regime wants is your organs, so sign this form. And What Was I Made For?
Waterslides accompany this list of links and poems
We just got back from a weekend at Great Wolf Lodge, where the kids live their dream running slides, splashing in the wave pool, and no one in my family will join me on the famous Wolf Tail, my favourite slide.
If you’ve never been, it’s worth a visit. Here’s a photo of the kids and I on their iconic Muskoka chair.1
Thanks for spending some of your weekend with Things I Wrote Down. Here’s a list of links and 3 short poems.
1. All the thieves want is your car keys, so leave them by the door.
Did you hear what the Toronto police official had to say to residents concerned about their cars being stolen in record number?
Yeah, you can’t make this up.
Cst. Marco Ricciardi wants you to leave your keys by the door so they walk away without killing you. In a viral video, he reasoned that “they’re breaking into your home to steal your car; they don’t want anything else.”
The video’s been watched millions of times. If you haven’t seen it, go watch.
2. All the MAiD regime wants is your organs, so sign this form.
The wild recommendation by the police made me connect dots I may not otherwise have drawn lines between.
I ended up writing another article about MAiD after watching the in-depth interview Matt and Dan conducted with Dr. Claire Middleton. The anesthesiologist is worried about organs that are being sourced for transplant via MAiD.
What could go wrong you ask? I have thoughts! (I’ll post the article soon, but hope it gets some pick up in other outlets first).
3. What Was I Made For? got me!
I used to watch every minute of the Oscars. Every speech. Made predictions. Stayed up late. And so on.
I haven’t the last few years. I check in on X to see who won the big awards, and this year I watched a few highlight videos the morning after.
I was surprised by how impacted I was by this performance of the Oscar-winning song by Billie Eilish and FINNEAS from the Barbie film. It’s stuck with me all week. I keep singing it without meaning to.
There was a lot of sounding off about the Academy Awards. This had sounds of the heart’s deepest cry to me.
3 short poems from God/he
Revisiting book covers (as I did with TSC) has taken me on a rabbit trail. I'm planning to update the cover of God/he too.
As I started to explore options, I revisited these short, imagist poems. Here are three from /he that rang my bell this week.
words from God he thought words from God would quiet him unfold his mind like one clean cloth nourish him until friday // new way of being as a linguist concerns himself with syllables thinks about palate placement of tongue he looks at his life or those parts he is able to see there are words he does not yet know a language he hears but cannot understand or speak he imagines a new vocabulary of being // slippery as a fish he’s slippery as a fish slips away into the deep just when you think you got him wriggles out from hands excited by the catch he likes to hold his breath under water
Note: you may know it as an Adirondack chair. I’m open to both terms.
The only thing better than your post and your poetry is the ridiculousness of the Toronto Police's message. This is sure to work. Also, if a car thief dies while speeding away in your unlocked car, and you need a kidney or a liver, would you take his organs? Love the poems!