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To The Half-Russian, With Love
That’s the only existing picture of Victor Bonderoff I could find online; I have none of my own. This had to be the 70s. Or maybe it’s the 80s. I really don’t know. I hadn’t thought about Victor in several years. Our last bit of communication was back in the summer of 2018, and it…
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That’s How I’m Feeling
I am honestly fairly drained from the events of this month, although I have a certain sane spring in my step again (intentional alliteration). December was s’posed to be great, I thought, but it went a little bit pear-shaped for a confluence of reasons. That’s okay. It all ended up working out for the better,…
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Sunset Beach, December 19th, 2025
My forties.
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I completely get it, my brother…I get it.
Went for a walk around my beloved, priceless Seawall in a foggy, near-monsoon today. It was incredible; the place was almost completely deserted, and thus a whole new and inspiring experience. Walked down one of the set of beach steps and stayed down there for a long while, getting soaked despite my Vancouver rain gear.…
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There is simply…
…no place else on this gorgeous planet I’d rather live three blocks away from. And that is all I need to say about THAT. So in keeping with my current thing–we all need to have a current thing–about the inclusion of musical faves on this blog, here’s one for all of you, because it is…
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Public Service Announcement Time
Absolute state of this rapacious weasel. I would be remiss in my duties as a nobody blogger if I didn’t remind every last Canadian to submit a claim in a class-action bread lawsuit against Loblaws and every last stinking grocery store they own. It’s too good to be true, and it sounds like a topic…
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Hang Down Your Head
Tom waits for nobody. This song has been in my brain for a few days, so I figured the best way to purge it is to share it. I’ve always been a Tom Waits fan–and I do mean since my pre-teen years, when a colleague of my father (father’s? Whatever, carry on) gave him the…
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WordPress prompt. Also, another video on another auspicious day.
I know my instinct was to turn that gourd above into a hand-carved object of terror. See? My instincts were correct! It could not have been any other way! I haven’t done a writing prompt in ages, but figured that today might be a good day to tackle one; I’m ultra-busy with other tasks, but…
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Benches: An Essay Just Wouldn’t Cut It (Meaning, There’s Video)
A bench too meaningful to commit to simple paragraphs. …and honestly, the outline I started a couple of months ago was just spiraling out of control. The story of the Vancouver Granville Street Bridge Benches really isn’t that fabulous, but I have a tendency to start everything with a massive preamble, then elaborate on details…
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Marginally Maudlin McCarthyism
Nothing as exciting as communist blacklisting, I’m afraid…just this guy. If there’s one thing I enjoy more than almost anything else, it’s a good memoir, biography, or autobiography. The more salacious the better. Reading about the lives of famous and infamous people brings me an extreme amount of pleasure and always has; I think it…
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