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Monthly Archives: February 2008
Battles
You go for weeks without any pain at all, just minor irritation and then suddenly you wake up hurting. Everything breaks at once. My heart hurts because my friend is suffering loss. My head hurts, just on the right side, … Continue reading
Posted in books, media, people, writing
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This Morning
Our son is moaning from his crib. He sounds like a zombie searching for brains, like a beached sea lion, like a hospital ward full of tummy aches. We are ignoring him because it is 5:45 am and the upcoming … Continue reading
Posted in babby, the parenthood, trombone
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A Corner Has Been Turned And Everything is Going to Be Fine
Jim White has [finally!] made a new album. It’s called Transnormal Skiperoo. You can hear songs from it at his myspace page . Here’s his definition of Transnormal Skiperoo: ‘Transnormal Skiperoo is a name I invented to describe a strange … Continue reading
Posted in music
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Kind of A Beautiful Moment
Yesterday, I was at my desk at work, helping the girl from HQ get her proverbial papers in a bundle for the week of meetings that are taking place here in Vancouver. She’s a very nice girl. She does time-zones … Continue reading
Posted in funny, shoes
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I’m Letting The Girl Who Doesn’t Construct Sentences Real Good Write This One While I Eat Ice Cream
Y’ever have that thing, with the words, where you talk and then you wish you hadn’t talked? But you can’t stop. Or you won’t stop. And it’s just not as clever as when the Beastie Boys do it. Like, you’re … Continue reading
Posted in babby, food, whiny
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