Exquisite Corpse

A sometimes surreal exercise in cooperative writing to be performed by a rotating cast of Torontonians, one hundred words at a time.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Abbé Nicolas Louis de Lacaille

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Abbé Nicolas Louis de Lacaille was a French astronomer noted for his catalogue of nearly 10,000 southern stars. He mapped great swaths of sk...
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Daniel

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We named our boy Daniel because it sounded good both in French and English. I wanted to name him Damase, a name that’s been passed through f...

Christenings

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Mitzi was the name that was planned for me. Then Mitzi Gaynor made a comeback. My parents did not want it to look like they were naming me...
Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The Ballad of Sergeant Schultz

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Rogers (Roy) was still a star When I came on the scene, With Charles Schulz’s comic strip In every magazine. But then Hogan and his her...
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What’s in a Name?

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Bill and Joe are just regular guys. John seeks out a hooker. Where I come from, crazy people acted like Mels . Or worse, if you pulled ...
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The Memory of Bill

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My mother often cites the metaphor of people banging their heads against a brick wall because it feels so good when they stop doing it. The...
Monday, March 29, 2010

It Hurts When I Do This

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Somehow, I’ve managed to bung up my wrist, and as usual my ill-advised attempts at self-medication have only made it worse.      David woul...

Chafing Dish

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Some women give up coffee, others don’t drink, but for me, the height of maternal sacrifice came when my doctor advised me to take either sh...

Fresh Baked

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If our family was stranded in the woods in winter I would have been the first to go. I was the scrawniest kid and had no insulating fat wha...
Sunday, March 28, 2010

Keeping It Dry

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So much about camping is just keeping dry and keeping all your stuff dry, too, and of course finding clever ways of drying your stuff once i...

Camper Van Grosshoven

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The thought of camping fills me with dread.   Lumpy ground, cold stinky tent. The washroom, if it exists, is filthy, with a wet, dirty flo...

The Raj

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Whenever I see a bottle of Bombay Sapphire I think of the Raj in India, sitting on shaded verandas pickling themselves with gin and tonic du...
Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Perfect Martini

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Before you begin, you’ll need to set aside at least four solid days for this project. Mornings can be especially problematic.      Pour a f...

The Cayer Guide to Fine Dining

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Once on a kindergarten walkabout down Drouillard Road Sister Mary Diane chastised me for shouting “There’s my Daddy’s Vitamins!” as we passe...

No Way

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If you knew me when I was a child, you would never guess I would grow up to be a vegetarian. I steadfastly refused to eat any vegetables ex...
Friday, March 26, 2010

The Invention of Circumcision

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Trier-of-Stuff wasn’t bright, but the tribe depended on him. Whenever they encountered something different—a new fruit, another tribe, an in...
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New Smothers

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I enjoyed being a new mom, I just didn’t like hanging around other new mothers. They were mostly gals with spurious CBC jobs, bemoaning thei...
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Delicacy

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I was being observed and viewed with ridicule as I edged around the cow-pies in the field. The town girl who was squeamish about excrement. ...
Thursday, March 25, 2010

Holy Shit!

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I don’t know if my family were particularly fastidious flushers, but I don’t think I saw another person’s shit until I was at least nine yea...

Hee-Haw

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Kathy was the first girl to befriend me when we moved from Windsor to Pike Creek. She also gave me my initiation into country humour, the ki...
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