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Okay, that was that. Let’s go, kids!
Well, it happens. We fall into states of misery and rumination, and then we read a bunch of spiritual tomes, and we watch some Up With People videos, and we shove some Haribo candy into our mouths, and we stare at our pets for hours, and our loved ones assure us we’re loved, and ka-blam!…
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Crazy From The Heat
I wanted to quickly express my astonishment that my post about Davie Village received well over a thousand views in just a few days, a first-time occurrence for anything I’ve written on here. The majority of the traffic was visitors to my site–as opposed to subscribers–and only two things could possibly have brought that about:…
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What Makes A Teacher Great?
Thanks for this daily writing prompt, WordPress, because I can speak from first-hand knowledge. Not only was I an ESL teacher for many years, I was also a teacher trainer, meaning that I instructed fluent-level international students on how to be effective, creative English teachers in their home countries. I loathed teaching. Despised it. Never…
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Some Sobering Thoughts About Addiction, Matthew Perry, and Gawd
I recently had a conversation with one of my closest friends that found us jumping to the topic of rehabs, recovery houses, and somehow, Matthew Perry. I have never–not even once–seen a full episode of “Friends,” though I have been the victim of clips here and there. Nothing about that show seemed appealing, witty, intelligent,…
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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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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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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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Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on
Let’s get it out of the way: yes. That is a very close-up picture of my right butt cheek, nearly two weeks after it landed with a most painful THWONK onto solid ice. I tried to make the pic as bruise-centric as possible and not make it–y’know–a gratuitous picture of my ass. It’s to show…
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wealth and hellness (second part)
I have been keeping a journal (it just sounds more grown-up than “a diary”) since I was thirteen years old and have hung onto every last one of them, so naturally, this means that I have two giant suitcases crammed with various scrawled-in notebooks, ranging from cheap spiral-rings to fancy hardcover composition books I felt…
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