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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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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 prompt. Also, another video on another auspicious day.
I know my instinct was to turn that gourd above into a hand-carved object of terror. See? My instincts were correct! It could not have been any other way! I haven’t done a writing prompt in ages, but figured that today might be a good day to tackle one; I’m ultra-busy with other tasks, but…
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Benches: An Essay Just Wouldn’t Cut It (Meaning, There’s Video)
A bench too meaningful to commit to simple paragraphs. …and honestly, the outline I started a couple of months ago was just spiraling out of control. The story of the Vancouver Granville Street Bridge Benches really isn’t that fabulous, but I have a tendency to start everything with a massive preamble, then elaborate on details…
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Marginally Maudlin McCarthyism
Nothing as exciting as communist blacklisting, I’m afraid…just this guy. If there’s one thing I enjoy more than almost anything else, it’s a good memoir, biography, or autobiography. The more salacious the better. Reading about the lives of famous and infamous people brings me an extreme amount of pleasure and always has; I think it…
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Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.
Now see here: my DNA wants me to look like a perogie-gnawing Russian peasant, and I have indeed looked that way many times, but I will continue to Winston Churchill my way against that genetic insistence. So yes, here’s another rare selfie that’ll be a collector’s item by 2125! Deal with it! And for the record,…
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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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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…
