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Tuesday, October 18th, 2011
yes, Virginia, there is an agenda
Toronto. Blissdom Canada, year 2. i had fun. saw some of my favourite people, had interesting conversations, danced, got kissed by a yam puppet, and sat on a panel with Nora Young of CBC Radio’s Spark. i can die happy. i also realized that social media is slipping through our fingers. tonight, the night after [...]
86 Comments » - Posted in issue stuff,pondering stuff,social media meta stuff by bon
Tuesday, October 11th, 2011
for the small, failed things
we pulled up the garden in shirtsleeves this weekend, somewhere in the middle of multiple pumpkin pies. it was warm, crazy warm for Thanksgiving. after two days of hail, and winter jacket weather, it felt like Wonderland. i ate the last peas of summer, warm green time-travellers hidden in withered, weathered shells. a few last tomatoes [...]
24 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,issue stuff,pondering stuff by bon
Tuesday, October 4th, 2011
how to be a partner: a very partial primer
we dressed up and went downtown the other day. on a Sunday afternoon, like we were fancy people without small children and a brand-new washer full of gasoline fumes at home. a date. a 1:30pm to 6pm date, but it ended with dinner, so a date nonetheless, at least by our low standards. at 4:45 [...]
22 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff,stuff to be done,the home project,writing stuff by bon
Monday, September 26th, 2011
a philosophical treatise on beating the persistent jackass nature of time
sometimes i miss grief. (a ridiculous thing to say, really. it is the speech act equivalent of wrapping oneself in tinfoil and swinging from a rooftop TV antennae in a lightning storm. HIT ME AGAIN, it dares. it lies. or if you understand it as a wish for things to be anything but otherwise, it [...]
38 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,pondering stuff,the home project by bon
Monday, September 19th, 2011
not all who wander are lost
i used to travel. a long time ago, Dave brought to my attention the handy fact that anyone who uses the words “used to” to describe an activity is rarely actually engaged in that activity anymore, only hanging onto it. a piece of identity. i cringe a bit when i say “i used to.” when [...]
23 Comments » - Posted in stuff to buy,writing stuff by bon
Saturday, September 10th, 2011
bigger
you bounce, of course. you always bounce, legs like Tigger and a spirit to match. but when we are forty feet off the floor and you are hanging partway out the viewing window cut into the cinderblocks of this old gym, i get nervous. my hand seeks purchase on your wiggling person: i grip the [...]
25 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,milestone stuff,smitten stuff by bon
Monday, September 5th, 2011
end of summer
(photo courtesy of the lovely & talented @BethPJohnston) a bonfire on the beach on the last night of summer. by next summer, we will have a cottage here. we hope. for now, sandy feet and salt and smoke in our clothes on an unseasonally warm September night. small bodies racing down the shore into the [...]
20 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,school stuff,the home project by bon
Monday, August 29th, 2011
the droids you are looking for
watching Star Wars for the first time, a photo by o&poecormier on Flickr. the year Star Wars was released, i was five years old. i’d never been to a movie, even a Disney fairytale: my mom would take me me to Candleshoe in the theatre later that year, but at the time i had no [...]
35 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,the home project by bon
Friday, August 26th, 2011
you have too much stuff
yeh, you. really. you. okay, fine, not you. but you. and you. and me. We Have Too Much Stuff. all of us. i know this because last night i sucked half a century of dirt and dog hair into my lungs, and as God is my witness, before i expire from some dread disease caused [...]
30 Comments » - Posted in issue stuff,social media meta stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Thursday, August 18th, 2011
King Solomon probably had a sister
when we came back from California, the kids – courtesy of their grandparents – met us at the airport. it is a tiny airport, smaller even than Charlottetown’s. no pretense of gates: they were standing by the chain link fence as we descended on to the tarmac. i heard the shouts of Mommy! from the [...]
