blogging

sometimes i get a little weirded out by the amount of people i don’t know who read this blog, but then i found this:

I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue, I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.

- jorge luis borges

incidentally, ian is living in borges’ hood in argentina, and im hoping to abandon everything in my life and join him if he finds me a job as a struggling journalist. or maybe i’ll just go visit him (seriously ian, email me).

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winter in vancouver:

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it was like 10 degrees and sunny everyday for a week here like a month ago, and so i decided that it was spring, but its back to being cold and rainy. stupid smarch weather.

i have a hard time taking pictures of strangers, i feel like i should ask them permission. instead, i sneak pictures of hipsters playing croquet on a hill in front of the skyline from afar.

also, i could never go back to an ontario winter now. 0 is enough to make me stay inside, its like how my sister has been in australia so long she uses a heating blanket in 10 degree weather. speaking of my sister, she just gave birth to a darling little baby girl, named brydie (pronounced “bry” like “dry”, and “die” like “dee”). how cute is little thomas giving her a kiss!

speaking of darling kids, here’s a pic of me with mandy’s super adorable daughter charlotte from christmas. later we danced to the clash.

i should probably stop dressing up as a girl, my brother’s girlfriend was noticeably weirded out by the halloween picture we have up of when i was the western zombie girl. i’ll stick to just dressing up with toddlers for awhile.