The contents of this week’s trip, so far: Being showered with gifts at the airport (I smell pretty! My lips are plumped! I’m finally a woman, and all it took was twenty-six years and a steadfast roommate!) IN N’ OUT Driving through the neighbourhood where I was born Hitting up my parents’ favourite liquor store […]
Thanksgiving, as I was exhorted late last night, was October 12th. It was, according to some, the only Thanksgiving that should count. However those of us with two countries to our names sometimes get double holidays. (Japan, it should be known, has the best assortment of holidays: Christmas is for lovers, New Year’s is for
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Yeah. There was some singing. And we did get lost. Not horribly. We just took a wrong turn. It was my fault, and I apologized, but I’m beginning to suspect that some other part of my brain will spit out fatally flawed directions if there’s just the briefest glimmer of a chance that the end
If you read the revamped BoingBoing today, you’ve already seen this. Personally, it reminds me of both Shel Silverstein’s The Missing Piece and that old Paxil commercial with the sad little onigiri/lump thing that rolled along until it found a SSRI that did good spam filtering on its serotonin. Funktionide Part II from eltopo on
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I have: defended a Master’s thesis taken Peter Watts with me to class for show and tell listened to my story at Escape Pod, after reading about it at BoingBoing taken my husband to the emergency room stuffed a blue LED in my mouth while searching for matches during a power outage Weirdest. Week. Ever.
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No, not mine, Amanda Palmer’s. I spent my day thinking about the future. I sat surrounded by designers and programmers, people with better clothes and longer resumés, and we talked about two kinds of future: long and short. Long is foresight: picturing a problem a year or ten away. Short is preparation: doing my homework.
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That’s what the woman in my dream kept asking me. I was alone at home and she phoned me. I knew her name (Felicia) but not what she looked like. And no matter how I answered, it was wrong. She just kept asking the same question in varying tones of voice. I had the distinct
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This one’s for Kayleigh, in lieu of a bento box shipped between Ontario and California. I decided to try it after picking up the various ingredients at various points across the city: organic buckwheat-and-taro noodles from a gourmet food shop on College Street, ume-flavoured “drinking vinegar” from a chain drug store, and strawberries and garlic
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I spent the weekend on a farm, where I spent time learning the rules to card games (or, more importantly, how they are decided), and eating ice cream with fresh young strawberries. Also there were field trips to sheds full of antiques, unexpected patches of lady slipper orchids, and this here skeleton. According to people
This is what Bambi's mother looked like, eventually: Read More »
I’ve been away from blogging recently, mostly because I was workshopping, editing, and submitting a story that had been devouring my soul for quite some time (I was in tears as I finished it, no joke). Aside from fictional efforts already submitted elsewhere, I had little of any value to share. The most important news