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…in the meantime, Jack White, you must know something:
I’m quite busy with my day job and with writing a whole pile of stuff (my first excruciating book, upcoming blog posts about nothing of any consequence), but I have said this once, twice, three times a lady: I will never kick you out of bed for sitting on my face. I don’t care what…
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2024 Horrors!
…and by “horrors,” I am referring to the pleasant glut of movies that were released throughout last year, as opposed to the punishing series of events that transpired. While, so far, 2025 has started out strong and some excellent developments have already unfolded, 2024 seemed to specialize in teeth-rattling events both personal and public, and…
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To a Beauteous 2025!
…and I’ve already begun the process with a Korean clay mask. Also, I’m not sure what filters on my Samsung phone have made all of my beleaguered recent selfies appear somewhat convex, resulting in an alarming egghead and as though I have a hairline like Queen Elizabeth 1; but no matter how much I fiddle…
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Taylor-Made For The Masses (First Part)
I said I was going to write about this, and I generally do everything I say I’m going to do. However, as soon as I decided to set aside the time today to finally tackle the topic of The Glittery Weekend Taylor Swift Came To Vancouver (TGWTSCTV doesn’t really work going forward, so we’ll just…
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Halfway to 98, I am
Take me to church…for a sick-ass choral performance tonight! Let’s hope I’m not at my halfway point. My dearest grandmother stuck it out until she was something like 94 years old–basically deaf, blind, immobile, yet entirely and maddeningly lucid, at least for her–and complained that she was just “loitering” by that point. At least she…
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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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Happy International Men’s Day!
That is, in fact, a young-ish Clive Owen. Something about this guy has always made me feel tingly, flushed, and indecent. Well, I’m not going to say too much about this day. It just reminds me of when I was a kid, and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day would roll around and my siblings and…
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Non Desistas, Non Exieris
Right. After much consideration, contemplation, and consultation, I have decided that there is no way I am walking away from this blog. No. Fucking. Way. Remember that essay I wrote a few weeks ago about incels? Yes, they are a complete nuisance. Worse than a nuisance; they are extremely harmful. There’s nothing like a guy…
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Excitement!
Don’t mind if I do, WordPress bot… The last thing I got excited about was learning how to effectively block people online in every conceivable way, including on this blog of mine. The amount of stress and anger I used to experience has diminished massively. Oh, that, and the spicy agedashi tofu I made two…
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THE FINALE: Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor (I finish what I start, I really do)
My second year of being in tap lessons. There we were. The “Tap” promotional campaign that involved–oddly enough–tap, and I had made it to the Saturday finals. My rivals were many; their talents were intimidating. I had only been slapping my shoes against hardwood for three years; they had been doing this since they were…
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