There's a big brown bear sleeping on my bed

I spent most of my day reading outside in the garden with Maryn, enjoying Yarmouth's beautiful weather. It's been sunny, warm, and not humid in the slightest - which is definitely a nice change from the humidity in Sackville.

I was reading the Chronicle Herald's The Novascotian this morning and found a review for David McGimpsey's book of short stories, Certifiable. David McGimpsey was my professor for the poetry class I had last year at Concordia and has been a major influence on me ever since. I really recommend his book if you're in the mood to get into the gooey, juicy insides of pop-culture and literature. Oh and read it too if you're just in the mood to laugh. Really. It's funny.

In it he writes about a wide array of topics such as road trips, Elvis, Christina Aguilera and attempts to answer the question that has been dogging humanity for ages - what the heck is Grimace? You know, that big purple creature from McDonald's. I know that little doozy's been bugging me for years.

Unfortunately I can't post the review because I don't have full access to the newspaper but I thought I'd post an article from the Danforth Review where Jon Paul Fiorentino, another favourite Canadian poet of mine, interviews David McGimpsey. Enjoy!

TDR Interview: David McGimpsey

I'd also like to say I've become addicted to Purity brand Newfoundland "Hard Bread". At first it was pretty much like eating stale bread which had been sitting in the cupboards for months but taking another bite, I realized I couldn't stop eating this strangely compelling biscuit. And I think I'm not even eating it properly since I think you're supposed to eat the bread after soaking it in water overnight. But like crushing Ramen noodles and eating them raw or eating raw cookie dough; I've found my new guilty pleasure.

Purity Hard Bread. Touch my bag of hard bread and I'll bite your head off.