I have zero interest in meeting any of the performers or writers whose work I admire.
So I’m starting to realize that the part of me that thinks about thinking isn’t as in control of my life as I thought.
(But first, happy birthday to the best sister ever! Love you, Debra!) I’ve been thinking about the Canadian dream. Well, a Canadian dream; I know there are lots. But the one I’m thinking of is one sold to us Canucks by everything from Tim Hortons to beer ads to Heritage…
Recently, I’ve been struck by the sudden understanding that this is the only chance at life I get. I don’t mean that I was somehow unaware of the reality of my existence, or that I went from believing in life after death to skepticism. I always knew that I wouldn’t…
What the title says. (Also, happy completely unrelated Canada Day!) Why do I want to write a blog post on doing the cryptic crossword? Well, I always used to avoid cryptics whenever I saw them. They seemed like weird artifacts written by people who didn’t understand how crosswords were supposed…
This is in response to my friend Steve’s post over at his blog, to which he has kindly allowed me to reply in the interests of opening friendly discussion (and also in the interests of giving both of us fodder for future blog entries. Win-win!). I actually meant to write…
But first and most importantly: happy Father’s Day, Dad! You’re the best! So I’m not exactly a poetry buff. Certainly I’m not a poet; although I have one Hilroy containing a couple angsty verses dating back to my thirteenth or fourteenth year, even that is mostly semi-humourous garbage. I can’t…
I spent at least an hour one Thursday last year trying to find a good cover of The Rolling Stones’s “Sympathy for the Devil” by a female vocalist. What is slightly more disturbing is why I did this.
In part due to high-profile cases like the prosecution of the founders of Pirate Bay and, more recently, the American attempt to legislate the Internet via SOPA and PIPA, the subject of online piracy has become ubiquitous. I’ve never figured out where I stand on piracy — in fact, I…
If I went to Hogwarts, I’d want to be Sorted into Slytherin. But not because I like power or ambition, because I see myself as cunning or ruthless, or even because I like the idea of being a “bad girl.”