February 2012
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The Greatest Void
When I walk through my apartment and nothing can be heard but my footsteps, I am reminded of how awfully alone I am here. This is not my home. On my walls I have photos of my family who are 10,000 km away. I fill my place with possessions in hopes that they will make me happy. But in these silent moments I realize that they are just objects and I am just as empty inside with them as I am...
November 2011
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June 2011
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Snowball Fight! ...in the summer!
Snowboarding in the summer at Grouse Mountain, Vancouver, BC!
May 2011
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Opinion: Dear rest of Canada - please get your own... →
Don’t be mislead by the title of the article. The piece actually has very little to do with hockey. It speaks more about what Vancouver is and how it’s nothing like the rest of Canada than about our hockey team. While I’m not refined enough to know what the hell a Pinot Gris is, I couldn’t agree more with the author’s take on our city. When I look around, I see lots...
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April 2011
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thegreatloop:
“No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.”
-Jack Kerouac, “Lonesome Traveler”
It was my father who first got me into camping, hiking, and general backwoods awesomeness. I spent part of my childhood making tents, huts, and...
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Derek
Derek glides his hands across the backs of the books. “I was taking a look at your book shelf here earlier and I have to admit, I was tempted to steal a couple.” I look up from the shelf. “Oh?” “Lots of great writers here, some fine stories. I’ve been meaning to write down some of my own, eh.” He gulps the last half of his wine glass. “You...
March 2011
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January 2011
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December 2010
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August 2010
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Familial Attachment
One thing is for sure: I’m not myself right now. I’m an emotional minefield, impossible to pass without tripping a switch. When I’m my normal self, I’m considered to be calm and collected, but in these few days I instead react irrationally. I try to remain composed and unconcerned but I can’t hide what is frequently anger, frustration or fear. Playing passiveness simply doesn’t work. Nowhere else...
May 2010
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If you laugh out loud by yourself, does that make you crazy?
April 2010
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We were separated for 10 years. You made sure I ate my congee when I was sick. You beat me when I was bad. I cried but now I forgive you. I was a confused child without you. I tormented myself with the thought I’d never find you. I held on to the faint sound of your voice. Yet as the years passed, your voice faded away. I would stare at your photos for fear of forgetting your face. 7 years have...
March 2010
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Just so you know:
thieves get rich and saints get shot. It’s called God don’t answer prayers a lot. Alright, now you know.
February 2010
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I lean my head towards you, look at the lines of your back and many feelings rush inside my head but I’m unable to put them into words, so I curl my arms around your waist and pull myself closer to your body and smile. This is happiness.
December 2009
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Conversations with Elders
When I was a child my Dad told me to listen to my grandparents and do as they told. This discipline was expected for all elders, and over the years through listening to them my silence turned into respect. I took their word as truth and saw them as cardinal bearers of the past. Listening to their conversations with other elders and adults I noticed they enjoyed talking about the olden days. The...
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“Man proposes, God disposes.”
– Thomas à Kempis (c.1380-1471)
November 2009
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After blowing your nose: You should not open your... →
poisonville:
From Arielle Saiber’s survey of Italian Renaissance advice manuals, in Cabinet magazine.
“Today I got on the subway after a full day of shopping. I’m six months pregnant,...”
– GivesMeHope: GMH (via patrickyeah)
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Ryan Adam takes a pretty good stab at...
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thedmoshow:
I decided to pipe the beatles through the audio system in my classroom while my kids are completing their writing work. getting through this hellish day with a little help from my friends.
October 2009
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Good People
by David Foster Wallace
They were up on a picnic table at that park by the lake, by the edge of the lake, with part of a downed tree in the shallows half hidden by the bank. Lane A. Dean, Jr., and his girlfriend, both in bluejeans and button-up shirts. They sat up on the table’s top portion and had their shoes on the bench part that people sat on to picnic or fellowship together in carefree...
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"Barack Obama, raised by a single mother and his... →
mustamuseme:
soupsoup:
(via alexbalk)
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Things I Miss About Australia
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Newspeak and Orwell English
Some critics say that “no dictionary ever inspired three generations of boring writers like George Orwell did,” but I say to hell with them! Prose should be clear, not convoluted. Go spew your verbal diarrhoea elsewhere. When it comes to writing: less can be more. When it comes to reading: vague rambling sentences just come across as gibberish, which has no other use than to give one a...
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Colorblind by Counting Crows
I am...
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To My Captor
by Jack Cusack
I walked miles unsure I would reach you. On my way I got lost on some barren moors of heath. I stumbled I fell, I wavered through storms of trial; and though uncertain I journeyed on until I found myself caught in your field, unprepared. Yet I’m unwilling to leave. I trust the pacific winds that push me to and fro against the sides of your purple heather. To you I offer the split...
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Mon Petit Pois Sucré
My heart swells by your soft reassuring smile and your remindful laugh. You command me with your gentle step, your graceful poise. I love the way your cheeks crimson and you lower your head when embarrassed. I love the way you shake your head in jovial dismissal.