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  • You mean, this precise moment?

    You mean, this precise moment?

    Well, WordPress bot, I guess I should answer this immediately, because my feelings might change after I quaff this big home-brewed iced coffee. And I am pleased you didn’t ask me, “What are you thinking right now?” That wouldn’t be appropriate, and my thoughts would have changed by time I finished typing the sentence. Right…

  • Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor

    Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor

    Yes. That is me after winning a musical theatre award for some number called “Vaudeville.” I was about eleven here. This year of our antichrist, 2024–one of the most challenging but transformative epochs to date–marks the 45th anniversary of Coquitlam Centre.  What’s that, you may ask with soaring ignorance?  Why, it’s exactly what it sounds…

  • “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    …hair, which once again I’m going to have to lop off. I am the last chick to spend any time on a blog post (or any piece of writing at all) talking about her mop, but once again it’s aggravating me so much that I am tempted to grab my kitchen scissors and Gillette leg…

  • This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.

    This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.

    1.) My cat, Annie, forever and always. Among her other perfect qualities, she very patiently lets me smooch her nonstop. 2.) Eggs for breakfast. Hard-boiled, soft-boiled, scrambled, poached, made into an omelette…they really are the perfect food, healing for both brain and body. 3.) My parents, almost 80 years old and with the energy and…

  • Saudade: Sweaters, leather boots, and hot lentil stews

    Saudade: Sweaters, leather boots, and hot lentil stews

    I don’t have much in this life, but I do have cleavage. Smoke ’em if you got ’em. This summer feels as though it’s been carrying on for months now, and it’s not even August.  I’m not sure why this is, since the year overall feels like it was strapped to a rocket and launched…

  • Okay, that was that. Let’s go, kids!

    Okay, that was that. Let’s go, kids!

    Well, it happens. We fall into states of misery and rumination, and then we read a bunch of spiritual tomes, and we watch some Up With People videos, and we shove some Haribo candy into our mouths, and we stare at our pets for hours, and our loved ones assure us we’re loved, and ka-blam!…

  • Crazy From The Heat

    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:…

  • Brutalism in Vancouver.

    Brutalism in Vancouver.

    I am not referring to the job market, the cost of living, or the misanthropy of the residents in my particular neighbourhood, although any of those would be perfectly acceptable as material for this topic.  I am talking about an architectural movement that has been an object of mild fascination for me ever since I…

  • I Know Liberty, And It Is This Caftan.

    I Know Liberty, And It Is This Caftan.

    This wouldn’t even be close to a gunpoint-at-head scenario; it would be sweet relief and freedom. I purchased that caftan–an item of clothing I had never considered owning, never mind wearing, in my entire life–back in the summer of 2020. Along with all of the other atrocities and grotesqueries the world was forced to submit…