• Blame Canada

    Parking parallels

    It makes me laugh when the ironies of my life are thrown in my face. Since arriving here in Vancouver 6 or so weeks ago, I’ve been sensitive about my car.  For the first week I was illegally parked in a permit-only zone.  Then we paid $5 per week to obtain a blue card to stick in the dash for a few weeks while we thought of something else to do with the car situation.  There’s another car (uninsured; can’t park on the street) and an underground garage space (with one uninsured car presently occupying) but for now it’s my car collecting bird shit and tree sap at the curb,…

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  • Write Like You Mean It

    The hiatus is over

    I used to have a blog, and then one day I disbanded it.  Oh, I use the word “disbanded” as if my blog was a group of some kind, and I suppose it was.  A group of memories, a collection of the Me That is No Longer.  It became necessary, in my mind anyway, to let those memories slip away unnoticed. We are fools if we think we are truly anonymous here on the internet, sending our words, thoughts, images, and flotsam from our lives out into a quasi-corporeal public stew.  There is no anonymity, and there is no real rest in thinking there is.  But still so many of…