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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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Daily prompt (that I don’t tackle daily).
As you can see by the header pic, I’m currently reading a book called “The Game of Life and How to Play It.” I heard about it several months ago–I can’t remember where or how–and, intrigued, I decided to place a hold on it at the Vancouver Public Library. Surprisingly, there were about 8 people…
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The Bastardly Broth of the West End
I don’t ask for much in this world. I really don’t. I’m accustomed to living on very little money, so pricey material possessions have never factored into my life. I’ve known how it feels to completely bottom out on alcohol abuse–right down to having the shakes so badly, I rummage through my bag of empties…
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The Highly-Paid Hole Standers of Vancouver [UPDATED WITH NEW LUDICROUSNESS!]
(Earnest crow-eating as an introduction:) Look. You need to know what is happening in Vancouver, and pretty much every city, town, village, and community in Canada. This country has cratered and collapsed all the way to the molten core of the globe we call Earth; Canadian citizens are howlingly conflict-averse and unflinchingly passive; and there…
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My First MRA.
No, not Magnetic Resonance Angiography. I’ve actually had an MRI, done a few years ago when I collapsed in my bathroom and thought I may have sustained a concussion. It was a pretty uneventful experience, if not entirely peaceful. I’m talking about a Men’s Rights Activist. I know they’re out there. It’s well-known that they’re…
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Grudge.
That’s a pretty pitiful prompt, WordPress bot. You could have at least said “If so, what about?” But to answer this, yes. I am holding a grudge…against myself. The fact that I decided to major in English is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And to add insult to injury, I stayed…
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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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“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…
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