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And Bats, That With A Kiss, Turn Prince For You
That’s about it for this blog. If I return, then I will, without much fanfare. But with over two years of my time, over one hundred pieces of writing, and with nothing progressing from this point, I believe my efforts here are finished, and largely, have met their end. That’s not to say that it…
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To The Half-Russian, With Love
That’s the only existing picture of Victor Bonderoff I could find online; I have none of my own. This had to be the 70s. Or maybe it’s the 80s. I really don’t know. I hadn’t thought about Victor in several years. Our last bit of communication was back in the summer of 2018, and it…
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I completely get it, my brother…I get it.
Went for a walk around my beloved, priceless Seawall in a foggy, near-monsoon today. It was incredible; the place was almost completely deserted, and thus a whole new and inspiring experience. Walked down one of the set of beach steps and stayed down there for a long while, getting soaked despite my Vancouver rain gear.…
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There is simply…
…no place else on this gorgeous planet I’d rather live three blocks away from. And that is all I need to say about THAT. So in keeping with my current thing–we all need to have a current thing–about the inclusion of musical faves on this blog, here’s one for all of you, because it is…
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Public Service Announcement Time
Absolute state of this rapacious weasel. I would be remiss in my duties as a nobody blogger if I didn’t remind every last Canadian to submit a claim in a class-action bread lawsuit against Loblaws and every last stinking grocery store they own. It’s too good to be true, and it sounds like a topic…
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Hang Down Your Head
Tom waits for nobody. This song has been in my brain for a few days, so I figured the best way to purge it is to share it. I’ve always been a Tom Waits fan–and I do mean since my pre-teen years, when a colleague of my father (father’s? Whatever, carry on) gave him the…
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Happy Sagittarius.
Cookin’ and countin’ down to 50 years old. Just a few more weeks now… We are indeed officially in the month of the archer, which is my sign, which is always a pretty terrific time of year for one and all. Between the burning-a-hole-into-you intensity of Scorpio and the stick-in-the-mud seriousness of Capricorn lies the…
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WordPress Writing Prompt, Which I Haven’t Done For A While
Finishing what I started. Reading stuff I wrote a while ago and discovering that it’s not bad at all. It’s a craft that doesn’t depend on one’s looks, age, physical health, or even mental health; some of the most cuckoo people I know are fairly decent writers, and some of the sanest people I know…
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Quickly checking in!
Summer in Vancouver. Which I dread every year, incidentally. I have not had much of a chance to post here, because doing so takes up a lot of my time and energy and I don’t like to half-arse anything, but some pieces are in the works, I promise. Aside from life stuff, I’ve got a…
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Spring has sprung, the grass is riz
And I know where the flowers is These past few weeks, Vancouver has been experiencing what they are now calling an “atmospheric river.” Why the euphemistic language? It’s a MONSOON. It’s an ENERGY-DEPLETING RAINSTORM. This is a temperate urban rainforest; meteorologists don’t need to start mollycoddling our feelings with fancy-pants lingo. We know what’s up. …