Nadya Writes Things.
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Bitchin’ and Beachin’: A Canada Day Harangue
This Canada flag kinds of says it all about my country: a bit screwed up for now, but eventually it’ll unfold back into admirable functionality. It’s my second annual Canada Day blog entry, and I have to say, the overall energy this year is shockingly different from last year, when everyone felt pretty defeated and…
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Quickly checking in!
Summer in Vancouver. Which I dread every year, incidentally. I have not had much of a chance to post here, because doing so takes up a lot of my time and energy and I don’t like to half-arse anything, but some pieces are in the works, I promise. Aside from life stuff, I’ve got a…
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90s I-Have-All-The-Answers Manifesto
For real, that’s the first page of a document that is twenty-nine years old if it’s a day. I have hauled this thing out of its home on my bookshelf every eon or so to see if what I wrote when I was 20 still holds up–and I have also stumbled across it over the…
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Update and Epiphany: I hate being on camera, so what was I thinking?
Even as a tot–and a very cute one–you can see how enthused I was to be dressed up and have my picture taken. Did I actually think I was going to voluntarily put myself on YouTube? I did. And it was one of the more preposterous ideas I’ve ever had. And that’s a mouthful coming…
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The horrendous, un-mockable “Anora.” It’s just so, so awful.
Gurl, you didn’t earn it…or maybe you did. I don’t even know anymore. I’m several months behind on addressing last year’s “Anora,” but who cares? It isn’t like it is, or ever was, a movie of the times. It’s not like this confounding cinematic release is a contemporary, popular, cool, hip, with-it, groovy, bitchin’, of-the-moment…
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Sometimes we feel…
…like this overflowing recycling bin behind my building. It is always–I mean, ALWAYS–like this, because all the Gen Zedders here do nothing except order online and consoom. Can someone convince me they aren’t completely useless? Anyone at all?! I’m keeping this extremely brief, because I’m currently in bed trying to make sure that everything permanently…
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Nothing to write right now.
But thanks for checking in. Enjoy the Gen Zed sartorial splendour. I’ll get there. Working on something but it’s work. Drop me a line if you feel so inclined; I’ll write back. Oh, and so apparently WordPress is going to charge me $150 next month to keep my horrible site plan, which is very new…
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COVID Hellscape
On a plane in 2022, where I could sit a couple of inches from someone in a sealed tube way up in the sky during a supposedly horror-movie-like sweeping pandemic. That flimsy, dirty mask would allegedly save my life, though. The COVID-19 pandemic didn’t affect me as profoundly as it did other people; I never…
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Spring has sprung, the grass is riz
And I know where the flowers is These past few weeks, Vancouver has been experiencing what they are now calling an “atmospheric river.” Why the euphemistic language? It’s a MONSOON. It’s an ENERGY-DEPLETING RAINSTORM. This is a temperate urban rainforest; meteorologists don’t need to start mollycoddling our feelings with fancy-pants lingo. We know what’s up. …
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Self care? DON’T care!
I’m being good to myself. One thing I’ve been told for as long as I can remember is that I’m really, really hard on myself. And it’s easy to be hard. But I actually just think I’m strong enough and ambitious enough to navigate life, which is a battlefield. Didn’t Pat Benatar say that? Or…
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