I’ve been slowly reading Albert Camus’ Myth of Sisyphus over the last couple of weeks. I just came across this: It got me thinking about the time when my father called me a donkey.
Just over two weeks ago, on a Thursday, my watch stopped working at precisely 06:51:27. I noticed that it wasn’t working properly at around 06:45. It then took approximately another hour-and-a-quarter to make its 6-minute way to its end.
Recently, I misplaced my comb. I’d say that it’s lost, but it can’t be. I live in a one-bedroom apartment that is no bigger than ~650 sq feet. More than that, I only ever put it down atop my bathroom vanity or at the end of my bed. Where I comb my hair largely depends on… Continue reading The Teeth of a New Comb
Here are the responses that I received: Sister: Hahahah you look so scared! But it’s super cute. Please say hello to Jordan and Matt for me! And congrats Me: I’m terrified! Sister: Hahahaha. You look it! Me: Great. Good look for me. Loves Sister: Well you don’t need to worry yet! I hope. Loves Me:… Continue reading I held a baby for the first time in my life tonight
For the last couple of days, I’ve been hunting for a bear, a teddy bear. I found one online that I really like, but the shipping costs more than the bear. I’ve been calling around to shops and visiting others searching for a teddy bear.
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
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.
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.