Monthly Archives: December 2003

Yesterday I purchased the novel GOLDEN GIRL for 49 cents: The headline above the title: “The superblonde bred for the 1980 Olympics.” From the back: “Goldine is GOLDENGIRL, a bright, beautiful, manufactured monster, bred from Nazi stud-farm stock, trained since … Continue reading →

The lesson is: if you diddledaddle too long over a blog entry, the browser window you’re working in will crash and you will have nothing to show for all your meticulous editing. 2 main points: One: Guy socks are cheaper … Continue reading →

Yesterday I told Sarah that it wasn’t really snowing very hard in Burnaby. Then I had some tea. Then I looked outside again. It looked like this: Oops. We walked to the store. I ate some non-radioactive Vancouver snowflakes: See, … Continue reading →

When you look up into a snowy sky and it’s all just white on white with the falling bits kind of glimmery and shimmery, it’s easy to topple over and bruise your bum and get really wet but still laugh … Continue reading →

The thing about Christmas is you don’t eat for hours and then you eat the whole world. And you’re so full you might cut yourself open just to pull out the food you shouldn’t have eaten. And then you sit … Continue reading →