My love for fountain pens is not waning. My interest in fineliners is growing. Continue reading “Fineliners, the Felt-tipped Pen”
Last week I wrote a quick post on doing weird things and needing to be taught how to recognize and correct these errors. While putting away some papers that have been sitting on my desk for a while, I found this transcribed conversation that I had with myself about a month ago. This is probably as close as anyone, myself included, will get to the sober conversations that continue unceasingly on in my head. Continue reading “In Conversation With Myself”
As life wears on, I meet more people who are getting married, having kids, getting divorced, and dying. Two years ago, today, my grandmother died. It’s neat that it falls on the same day as the first supermoon in 33 years. Continue reading “A Supermoon to Commemorate My Nanimaa’s Death”
A few weeks back, I was out for drinks with a buddy of mine. I started talking to a woman, who I thought was just gorgeous. This sounds innocent enough, but it was me talking to a woman. Continue reading “That Is a Weird Thing To Do”
A few nights ago, I tried my hand at scripting a video instead of writing a blog post. I then recorded myself on video reading it back. Here are the results:
I’ve got a lot to learn about videography.
It wasn’t too long ago, maybe a couple of months, that the only way I could get an update on what’s been going on in my sister’s life was by sending her a text or giving her a call. Now, I get updates from her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and her blog. It only dawned on me that she’s only now on social media when I read a post she wrote about autoethnography. Continue reading “Just Thinking About Thinking About Things”
Admittedly, I’m a little upset that I didn’t come up with this. I haven’t delved into the site yet, but I think that it’s a great idea and wanted to share it.
The world does need more love letters.
Here’s the TED Talk:
Click here to make your way over to the website.
On Sunday, around noon, I found myself incredibly bored. It’s not an entirely new feeling; I’ve been
feeling experiencing some sort of profound boredom. It’s philosophical in proportion. Somewhere out there, there’s a great treatise on boredom that I haven’t read, but should probably get my hands on. Continue reading “Paint Nite Toronto”