Coming back to Calgary is always good, in a sense, as it provides some sort of “check-in” for me. Looking through my stuff and thinking about things I’ve forgotten about, passively or actively, gives me a chance to reflect a bit. Last night, I ended up at a cafe that I rarely go to, just… Continue reading Fly Fishing and Photography
I was born and raised in Calgary. I used to know the streets like the back of my hand, with a mitten on. I was able to get things done in the city, because I knew how it worked. Not a lot has changed, but it’s different enough now. It doesn’t really feel like the… Continue reading The First Few Days of My Visit to Calgary
This year, more than most, I’m quite looking forward to visiting with my family over the winter holidays. It hasn’t been that long since I was last in Calgary or since I’ve last seen my family, but I feel like it’s been a long while since I’ve not had to pay for laundry and used… Continue reading Three days until I fly to Calgary for a week
I saw a photo of a woman’s left hand on Instagram the other day. It looked like she was sitting on a couch, with her legs crossed when she took the photo. It’s as if she were in a moment of quiet reflection – inspired, no doubt, by the noxious fumes emanating from a 15mL,… Continue reading Some Things Can’t be Painted and Made Pretty
Every now and then I get dating advice from married men. They get curious about what dating is like these days, or they just want to show some interest in my life. I think.
One thing that really gets me right pissed is insolence. When teaching, students who willfully ignore me drive me up the fucking wall. They love it; I can only imagine how amusing I look when I get angry. Another thing that really gets me is when students start to believe that they are stupid. It… Continue reading Every(body) Student Just Wants to be Seen
While having my morning’s coffee this afternoon, I was thinking about the post that I put up last night. I was thinking that there has to be something more that I can do, something simple, to bring attention to a current event that has gripped me.
My real aim with this post – even though it feels incomplete, and the title seems unnecessarily dramatic – is to personalize a global issue. I’m going to address an issue, however rudimentarily, that I’ve been planning, and have started, an entire book on: exposing my identity. With this post, I want to become part… Continue reading I’ve Always Wanted to be White
My aunt died at her ex-husband’s funeral, just over a week ago. I don’t know many of the details, but I gather that she suffered a heart attack while at the funeral. It happened on a Saturday afternoon, and by Sunday evening my immediate family was gathered in my one-bedroom apartment.
I want to be famous. I want people who I don’t know to fall in love with me. I want the money, the TV interviews, and the paparazzi, chasing after me. I want women throwing themselves at me because fame is an STI.