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I Really Tried My Best.
My favourite day of the whole summer. I did. I absolutely gave it the old SFU try. I documented it in this blog post, where I managed to somehow pull myself up and out of the summertime blues–blues? More like suicidal despair–and do my damndest to embrace it. Morning Seawall walks! Amusing public art! Meditations! …
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Nothing to write right now.
But thanks for checking in. Enjoy the Gen Zed sartorial splendour. I’ll get there. Working on something but it’s work. Drop me a line if you feel so inclined; I’ll write back. Oh, and so apparently WordPress is going to charge me $150 next month to keep my horrible site plan, which is very new…
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“Giving Tuesday”: A report from the field
That’s the face I wore in Vancouver on Giving Tuesday. It was like hanging a Renoir in a Dadaist museum. Also, I’m not sure what Samsung filter is making my forehead look so enormous, but I’m determined to find it. One of the most satisfying things about having some of my writing online is being…
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Crazy From The Heat
I wanted to quickly express my astonishment that my post about Davie Village received well over a thousand views in just a few days, a first-time occurrence for anything I’ve written on here. The majority of the traffic was visitors to my site–as opposed to subscribers–and only two things could possibly have brought that about:…
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The Ongoing Ennui of Davie Village.
The West End of Vancouver isn’t huge at all. It’s a neighbourhood consisting of a handful of blocks in a grid, the furthest area west of downtown you can go, mere steps from English Bay and Stanley Park. It is not to be confused with West Vancouver or the West Side of Vancouver, which I…
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Daily Writing Prompt: What’s My Only Luxury?
Food. Proper food. I’ve been part of the working poor for my entire adult life–an unwilling proletariat–so I can’t say that I’ve had much in the way of luxuries apart from, maybe, nice fragrances. I haven’t had a car in decades (which is actually more of a fiery, idle money pit than a luxury, especially…
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ESL, Yet Again And Forever: May Gawd Have Mercy On My Soul
Header pic: Me on my last day of teaching with some students in Busan, South Korea, eating fire chicken (buldak). 2007. Oh, and that’s way back when chicken didn’t make me want to vomit. When I find myself in times of trouble, there is no Mother Mary. There are only the ravaging, demonic memories of…
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La Pura Vida? La Pura MUERTE! (Part One)
(Header pic: Francisco de Goya, The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters) I feel as though I haven’t been posting as regularly as I should here, because based on what I’m seeing and hearing, there has been a steady increase in readership and / or curiosity: thank you endlessly and kindly for checking out my scribbling,…
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Wraps: The Wheezing Finale
Okay, we are back to wraps! I must finish what I began. As discussed, I showed up at Sven’s Wraps just before 9 am on my first day, even though the place opened at ten, the first indication that things were not going to be…conventional with this team. Dianne was supposed to meet me there,…
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More Thoughts About Jobs And Insanity
There’s a real problem when you live in the West End of Vancouver: you never seem to leave. It’s not as though I’m so enamored with this part of the city that I don’t see a reason to flee once in a while. I’m an adventurous gal. I’ve lived and traveled around the world. I…
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