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Cross-posted from Cherry Blossoms {The Blog}. Winter solstice is a big deal in the far north. By this time of year, the days are very short and life can be very dark. We celebrate solstice because it marks the fulcrum; from now on the days which had been getting shorter and shorter will finally start […]
Read More Some Thoughts on Winter SolsticeCross-posted from Cherry Blossoms The Blog. Geographically, Canada is the second-largest country in the world. Yet few of Canada’s proud residents can boast having seen most of it’s wild expanse. Canadians and visitors alike will love FlyOver Canada, a new installation in Canada Place in Vancouver. It’s a ride very much like Soarin’ Over California, in Disneyland’s […]
Read More Discovering Vancouver: FlyOver CanadaWhen I use my imagination, and concentrate really hard, I can pretend that the haze from the nocturnal city lights are pale cousins to their dancing counterparts from the north, and that here they lay low. As the wind rustles the branches of the palms in the foreground I pretend that they are still and […]
Read More Nostalgia (found today, written in Hawaii in 1999)Once upon a time there was a little looseleaf. He was a good little looseleaf who’s favorite thing to do was hang around in a green knapsack from the Yukon where all the other cool looseleaves hung out. Then one day a girl came along and took him out. The girl herself was wonderful – […]
Read More The Poor Little LooseleafLiving in the Yukon has provided me with some very interesting stories, for no one else experiences life as us. Achitecturally we are very advanced with our three-story igloos, but we have no electricity, and we still have outhouses. We take our snowmobiles, or dog sleds, to school each day. I remember one day my […]
Read More unedited from my teenaged self: 5/4/1995Seminary. Not just any seminary, but early morning seminary. the name, in itself, causes our teenage minds to quake at the thought. The thought of what? Well, of rolling our over-worked, under-rested bodies out of the comfort and security of a warm bed, of stumbling across the cold floor as we methodically prepare ourselves for […]
Read More unedited from my teenaged self: 2/24/1996“Professional Bum — terrible pay, great hours” To me that displays perfectly a summer without a job. In the trade of Professional Bum some of us are luckier than others. We have showers, couches, and, most importantly, remote control televisions. Every morning I would raise myself from the world of the dead to have a […]
Read More Summer Jobs & Activities (uneditied and written by my teenaged self in 1994)I make a furtive dash for the computer to try for the first time in over a month to chronicle our lives. For Christmas this year my mother gave me a cd of her journal #25 (December 25, 1986 – April 11, 1987.) She is a devout journaller. With the cd she included a note […]
Read More The Bosses are Not PleasedI have been deleting and rewriting this post all morning long. I’m trying to explain why I felt such a yearning to reconnect with my college friends when I felt an equally strong aversion to find schoolmates from high school. I thought I had narrowed it down to the difference between friends by circumstance and […]
Read More Ramble On Old FriendsMy inner hermit is going crazy with Facebook.com. It’s ridiculous. I’ve had the account for a short while already, I joined up when Janelle sent me an invite. I didn’t do anything with the account and kept meaning to cancel it when more people found me on facebook and added me. Before I knew it […]
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