NaBloPoMo

When People Get Just A Little High And Mighty

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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

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

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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

Kalev and the No-Good Incredibly Cold Café

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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

Being A Regular Is Really Great

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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

Still My Own Worst Enemy

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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

Oxford Comma Or Die

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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,

No More Introverts!

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[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

Audience Issues

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I’ve blogged about this before (“Wait what, you blog?”) but thanks to the wonders of blogging technology, those posts are lost to the setting of “private.” Why is that? Oh only because I have this perennial issue where I’m maybe just a littlewaaaaaaaaaaay too willing to be very open in terms of what I’ll say

NaBloPoMo

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So completely inspiredin no way whatsoever inspired by Dr. Beth and her blog, I am going to try this NaBloPoMo thing for only the second time in 6 years (there were entries here from 2010 but they are all private now) (more on that later). And it’s not like I’m late to the game… this

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