Wednesday, 22 August, 2007
Searching for Ben Mulroney's Soul, Part 11
Like any over-sensitive writer, I often find myself questioning my purpose, my utility. Most of the time I'm shaken from my malaise by a kind word, a random moment of generosity or a new issue of Stuff.
But last week, deep in just such an existential crisis, I was ready to give up hope. Thankfully, before I could decide to drop out of society to pursue life as a sherpa or a monk or an associate editor at Stuff, I turned to a last refuge, my Maclean's e-mail account.
And lo, there waiting for me was an e-mail. And not just any e-mail. But an e-mail from a reader alleging to detail the hotel porn habits of a Canadian Idol personality.
Bless you selfless reader.[MORE]
Like any over-sensitive writer, I often find myself questioning my purpose, my utility. Most of the time I'm shaken from my malaise by a kind word, a random moment of generosity or a new issue of Stuff.
But last week, deep in just such an existential crisis, I was ready to give up hope. Thankfully, before I could decide to drop out of society to pursue life as a sherpa or a monk or an associate editor at Stuff, I turned to a last refuge, my Maclean's e-mail account.
And lo, there waiting for me was an e-mail. And not just any e-mail. But an e-mail from a reader alleging to detail the hotel porn habits of a Canadian Idol personality.
Bless you selfless reader.[MORE]
Labels: Canadian Idol, hotel porn, miracles, Radiohead
// posted by Aaron @ 4:44:00 PM
