Nadya Writes Things.
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Hang Down Your Head
Tom waits for nobody. This song has been in my brain for a few days, so I figured the best way to purge it is to share it. I’ve always been a Tom Waits fan–and I do mean since my pre-teen years, when a colleague of my father (father’s? Whatever, carry on) gave him the…
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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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Is there a name…
…for that feeling you have when you are so homesick for a time, a place, when everything in general was pretty fucking great and you knew it and you took it all in and said to yourself “This is the best it’s ever gonna be” and you didn’t assume a thing and you sort of…
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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…
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Selfie failure #1,975
I’m trying to finish up something else for this exhausting blog (honestly, sometimes I wish I were a draw-er and not a writer) but in the meantime, I recalled how someone I know told me to take and post more selfies on social media. “I don’t do that,” I replied. “I’d feel ridiculous.” “You shouldn’t,”…
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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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