Who doesn’t want to be interviewed? It happens to famous people fairly often, but we, the real people, are often overlooked. I want to rectify this. Continue reading “5 Questions, or so”
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. Continue reading “From the Archives – I Am A Donkey”
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. Continue reading “Oh, Toronto”
In teachers college, we sometimes pretend to be the students we will teach one day. Today, we pretended to be grade one students writing Valentine’s Day cards. I was the only one who wrote to his/her pet, when asked to write to a loved one.
Riel can’t read yet, so we’re still working on high-frequency words.
When I googled “teeth falling out dream” the first thing that came up was sexual repression. Continue reading “My First Teeth Falling Out Dream”
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. Continue reading “It’s Never About You”
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. Continue reading “The Romance is Dead”
Whenever I think about Buddhism I immediately envision a cat lady. Not an old cat lady, but a young one who still has time to find a lifetime lover. She’s probably about thirty-eight, with crow’s-feet. Her hair is shoulder length, and she wears flats regularly. Continue reading “The Angry Buddhist – 1”
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. Continue reading “Long Eyelashes”
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. Continue reading “Austere Posterity”