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  • Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.

    Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.

    Now see here: my DNA wants me to look like a perogie-gnawing Russian peasant, and I have indeed looked that way many times, but I will continue to Winston Churchill my way against that genetic insistence. So yes, here’s another rare selfie that’ll be a collector’s item by 2125!  Deal with it!  And for the record,…

  • I Really Tried My Best.

    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! …

  • I’m Writing!

    I’m Writing!

    It’s like my brain has been completely broiled by the worst season of them all.   …but the only reason I can actually sit down and type something out today is because I actually woke up to some cool, cloudy weather after being slowly roasted to death over the last several days, and so I am…