Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
Liminal space.
“There are people like Senhor Jose everywhere, who fill their time, or what they believe to be their spare time, by collecting stamps, coins, medals, vases, postcards, matchboxes, books, clocks, sport shirts, autographs, stones, clay figurines, empty beverage cans, little angels, cacti, opera programmes,… Continue Reading “Liminal space.”
Transition.
Yes. I am still kicking around here. But it’s been busy lately. So damned busy. Not to mention a bit stressful what with all this transition from one thing to another that’s taking place in the background. As I posted last, there’s a lot… Continue Reading “Transition.”
Here I am.
Thirty-six years old today and sitting in a hotel room in Ottawa. Something I’ve done a lot in the last couple of years; this hotel room, this city, this life of back and forth. But this time is a little different because it’s not… Continue Reading “Here I am.”
More commitment, more self-discipline!
I’m reading and thinking a lot these days but for some reason when it comes to putting it down on paper I’m all blank stares. It’s laziness I think – so much easier to talk to Brian about the failed ideology of unlimited growth… Continue Reading “More commitment, more self-discipline!”
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