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La Pura Muerte: The Dastardly Conclusion
Lots and lots of happy dramatic license employed in this entry. Oh, and header photo taken at the dinner I had with Jem the night before I stared down both the red guy and his pitchfork, and the robed one with a beard and a mighty forefinger. Were we ever so young?? And that dinner…
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La Pura Vida? La Pura MUERTE! (Part One)
(Header pic: Francisco de Goya, The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters) I feel as though I haven’t been posting as regularly as I should here, because based on what I’m seeing and hearing, there has been a steady increase in readership and / or curiosity: thank you endlessly and kindly for checking out my scribbling,…
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Gabba Gabba Nope!
The above picture was taken during the construction of my giant wall collage back when I was in teen-dream wonderland, featuring one Joey “Future Husband” Ramone. You can see a black-and-white portrait of him towards the right, next to the HAIR poster; there’s Ramones stuff on the left concealed by the black chiffon scarf that…
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TEENAGE LOBOTOMY
I want to preface this by saying that this piece is full of music links, and you really need to click on all of them, even if to absorb what they are for a few seconds. The music enhances the entire 90s experience that I am writing about, and I would have been remiss in…
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Marching through Canada’s shame.
It’s not dangerous, really. It’s not the sort of place you want to go–and, in fact, should be avoided as much as possible–but you’re not really at much risk. If anything violent does happen to an innocent pedestrian or local employee, it’s news-worthy: it’ll be reported endlessly by the six o’clock talking heads, or plastered…
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I am not the colonoscopy Vera.
. Not that there’s anything wrong with a good old life-saving colonoscopy. Earlier this week, I typed my blog domain name into Bing–which is the default search engine for my weird Amazon Fire tablet that was given to me as a gift a few years ago–and right below the link to this here site was…
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Wraps: The Wheezing Finale
Okay, we are back to wraps! I must finish what I began. As discussed, I showed up at Sven’s Wraps just before 9 am on my first day, even though the place opened at ten, the first indication that things were not going to be…conventional with this team. Dianne was supposed to meet me there,…
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More Thoughts About Jobs And Insanity
There’s a real problem when you live in the West End of Vancouver: you never seem to leave. It’s not as though I’m so enamored with this part of the city that I don’t see a reason to flee once in a while. I’m an adventurous gal. I’ve lived and traveled around the world. I…
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pearson airport barbarism: let’s just conclude this
PRE-READING NOTE: This final entry has taken as much overdramatic, literary, morose license as the author saw fit. However, no hyperbole was involved in the following account, because absolutely none was required. So once the swab had circled the inside of both my nostrils and was packed neatly into a plastic baggie with my personal…
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snowmen and airports
Mother Nature sure didn’t disappoint. Went to bed last night and the city was bare; woke up earlier than usual to find everything covered in a fluffy, pristine, thick layer of snow. There is honestly something magical when this happens, especially when it’s relatively new for your Pacific Northwest winter experiences. I suppose this is…
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