Category Archives: Etc.
Wow, how is it 2010? How am I 25 years old? Where did the time go? Now that it’s resolution time, here is the obligatory “I’m going to blog more” post (that always ends in failure). 2009 was pretty good … Continue reading
I was reading one of my favorite blogs, BookNinja, and discovered that I can become a superhero! Really, I can! See below for proof! I was torn between the light saber-like whip and the nun chucks. I went with the … Continue reading
2009 is the year I turn 25. 2009 is the first year since before university where my life will see some sort of permanence. I’ve never been a resolutions person, but why not give it a go? Expand my online … Continue reading
It’s 2009. We rang in the new year at a hotel bar in Halifax. Big Fish was playing and they were as delightful as I remember. I last saw them three years ago. I was last in Halifax three years … Continue reading
It’s October. How did it get to be October? Where did summer go? And the beginning of fall? Is this what happens when you grow up and leave school?
And it hurt. But mostly it made me sleepy. I wish I had a real excuse for why I’ve ignored this blog thing for as long as I have. The excuse is that I have a job now. Since March, … Continue reading
Descant (one of my favorite literary magazines!) recently wrote a post about cleaning off the bookshelf. Some titles are impossibly hard to part with, no matter how embarrassing. Yes, I’m talking about my entire Baby-Sitters Club series. Others, not so … Continue reading
For On the Danforth, the student magazine that we here at the Book and Magazine publishing program at Centennial College produce, Jen and I interviewed Michelle Lane, the founder of the Lane Montessori School for Autism. She was a fabulous … Continue reading
So Matt started a new blog this week, Y Working. It’s about the generational gap in today’s workplace. The site’s only been up a few days, but it’s something Matt’s thought a lot about over the past few years and … Continue reading
For months I’ve been meaning to post some insightful meta-crap about living in Toronto and what it means to be a small-town Nova Scotian living in Toronto. It’s supposed to blacken my soul and harden my heart; a horror I … Continue reading
