A friend of mine posted this on Facebook as their profile picture: Oh so very, very true! Totally reminds me of the UBC Sociology Students’ Association’s (brilliant) tagline: Painfully Aware You know, unless you’re into quantitative sociology, in which case you are more than capable of being blissfully ignorant. ??
Someone on Facebook posted a link to this article: Canada in the Age of Donald Trump The person who posted it thought it was a good call to arms regarding being anti-racist in Canada. I beg to differ, so here’s my response. First, right off the bat, anyone who implies—as does this author—NATO and NAFTA
Because we all need a bit of a break. GRUMPY!!! (Yes, I do have a Grumpy Cat calendar. Why don’t you?!)
I once was in a part-time academic program. ((It was so many years ago now that I try not to think about it!)) At some point, I had to email one of our instructors. Now, I do understand that people can be sensitive about their names and other people mangling them. My name is Kalev, so
If I had a favourite poet, Auden would be it. Or Whitman. But definitely Auden. This is maybe the best most true thing about grief that has ever been written. Oddly, maybe, I found my feelings about the US election results tonight reminded me, a bit, of my feelings of grief when my mum died. That
One of the places at which I’m a regular, a café, has this problem. It’s not a problem that’s unique to the café; in fact, I’ve encountered the same problem at many cafés. It’s just that I spend a lot of time at this one spot, and it seems to be a perennial issue. The
I am definitely a creature of habit. They generally say most people are, but it’s especially true in my case. For me, habit is very comforting. So much so that one of the habits I developed in hated Toronto, which was the daily purchase of a particular drink they make at Second Cups, was something I
We interrupt this attempt to perhaps share some more light-hearted entries to report that I am, probably unsurprisingly, still my own worst enemy. (I mean, I’d like to think we’re all our own worst enemies, because really unless we are superheroes, hopefully we don’t have “enemies” in the traditional death-grudge sense.) At work late yesterday, I
Here I was, trying to come up with a post for today and, through serendipity, one was delivered unto me! Oxford commas are worth it, as most of my friends but especially Anthony will attest. Because otherwise you find out Ursula was the love child of an apparently gay Gaston and Captain Hook! Via TVLine,
[The title is an homage to “No more mutants.” Yes, I am still a nerd.] It’s not that I don’t like introverts. Some of my best friends are introverts… and that’s precisely the problem. Far too many of my good friends are introverts at this point. I can think of about 5 without breaking a