Did you know that I know how many people read my blog? Or, at least, I have a pretty good idea of the number. To say the least, I’m pretty obsessive about my visitor statistics.
I think I have a few reasons for being so. (more…)
Category: Journal
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Do You Still Keep the Scars on Your Wrist?
I have seven fading scars on the wrist of my right arm. I put them there, twelve years ago. I used cigarettes. I used to smoke menthols.
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I’m Testing 10 Organizational Strategies
I read other people’s blogs, and one blog that I’m particularly fond of is Rachel’s. She’s an editor, and on her blog, Freelancing to Freedom, she provides little nuggets of advice that reflect her experiences. In her latest post, “Ink Blotches“, she writes about using her diary to stay organized.
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From the Archives – I Am A Donkey
Below is a post that I wrote almost a year ago. For some reason, it seems to resonate with me today.
April 26, 2013
When my father was here in February he said to me, “[Bernard], just be a donkey.” This has become a running joke in my family, and, sadly, I cannot live the title down.
Strangely, this was not the first time that I have been called or told to be a donkey. The first time was about three years ago, when I was sitting at the wood of my favourite, but now closed, bar in Calgary. (more…)
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Oh, Toronto
When I’m in Mariposa, I enjoy the town, and its quiet and routine. I enjoy the countryesque lifestyle. The people here are friendly and welcoming. Everything is just, nice. That is, until I visit Toronto. (more…)
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My First Teeth Falling Out Dream
When I googled “teeth falling out dream” the first thing that came up was sexual repression. (more…)
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It’s Never About You
I had a writing professor tell me to never share anything you write until it’s published, because nobody wants to see themselves in a story. I’m sometimes reminded about how true this is.
It’s never about you. (more…)
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The Romance is Dead
It happened almost abruptly. Our love affair had to come to an end. After years, so many years, I decided that it was time to start moving on. I still want to be friends. Really close friends, if possible. I’ll still call on you when I’m feeling weak and lonely and in need of the comfort only you can bring me. I’ll probably be drunk. (more…)
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Long Eyelashes
I went home for a short while over the Christmas break. It had been over a year since I’d been back, but little had changed. Of course, little changes when you visit the same friends and places. Strangely, it wouldn’t be home without this consistency. (more…)
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Austere Posterity
I had a girlfriend once; years ago. She was studying history when we got together first. While driving home one day, she started talking about the impact that email is having on recorded history. We had this discussion when people were almost exclusively using Hotmail as their email provider, and were just starting to use their university email accounts on their resumes. (more…)
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I Miss Blogging
I want to blog more this year. In fact, I really want to engage with social media a lot more this year. In the latter half of last year, I stopped blogging regularly, and I think that was a bad decision on my part. (more…)