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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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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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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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Questionable Public Art: A Vancouver Seawall Odyssey (with quite the preamble)
Not here, of course. I’m referring to the other side of the Seawall. Come with me! The unthinkable has happened: against every odd outlined in my last grumble-fest regarding this particular time of year, I have leaned into summer. Yes, indeed. And I have not just accepted where I live (the West End), but I…
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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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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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When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.
That, friends, is a picture from nearly 13 years ago. I was in the best shape of my life, having worked very hard on sobriety and my physical / mental health for an entire year, and wanted to photo document the outcome with the help of a friend in Victoria who was also an aspiring…
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I can’t stop laughing at American Democrats. (or, Trump Derangement Syndrome just went full supernova) UPDATED WITH FUN FOOTAGE!
Image taken from the never-dull, world-famous Democrat meltdown of 2016. I’d like to know how last night went for her! They got exactly what they deserved after the amount of vitriol, lies, seething, condemnation, brainwashing, manipulation, and outright hatred they have been peddling these last several months, from the mainstream media to the voters themselves. …

