I was leafing through Vampires by Jalal Toufic today in the special Collections at SFU today. It was a recommendation by Laura Marks. It was a history of the dead traced through video and film. And although Vampires are used and suggested, it is not exclusive to the undead. It had this feeling of putting together alot of loose ends. Like placing words atop of frayed edges of images and ideas. I find it funny how much of a deep knowledge he has of film and video. It plays into the book. Because that is what we have here. It is not an essay or thesis. It is a book of adventure and conjecture. Listing no less than the most abhorrent or abstract (be it on the popular or ancien-kick).

I have to see a pile of these films. It is the next thing I have to do . Raffi Mahseredjian
awaiting another airport memory. Or perhaps the fat and heaviness from and to an older time.

Like passion.

Don't you hear the sound of love echo while

exiting the Cumberland- walking down a tunnel

reserved just for us.

Don't you know that is

what they call love.