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To a Beauteous 2025!
…and I’ve already begun the process with a Korean clay mask. Also, I’m not sure what filters on my Samsung phone have made all of my beleaguered recent selfies appear somewhat convex, resulting in an alarming egghead and as though I have a hairline like Queen Elizabeth 1; but no matter how much I fiddle…
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End-of-year plague
Just a quick post to let everyone know that, at least in my neck of the woods, there’s a fairly heinous bug going ’round. I somehow picked it up last Sunday–when I felt great and walked around the city, enjoying the weather and plotting out my post about the city-transforming Taylor Swift weekend–because by Monday,…
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Happy International Men’s Day!
That is, in fact, a young-ish Clive Owen. Something about this guy has always made me feel tingly, flushed, and indecent. Well, I’m not going to say too much about this day. It just reminds me of when I was a kid, and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day would roll around and my siblings and…
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The Ongoing Ennui of Davie Village.
The West End of Vancouver isn’t huge at all. It’s a neighbourhood consisting of a handful of blocks in a grid, the furthest area west of downtown you can go, mere steps from English Bay and Stanley Park. It is not to be confused with West Vancouver or the West Side of Vancouver, which I…
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wealth and hellness (first part)
While I was briefly recalling COVID the other day, a lot of weird memories came back to me.** I find this particularly odd, because I didn’t think I really had any memories of that first year and a half (March 2020 – fall 2021, the latter time being when I made some major adjustments to…

