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I wrote with my friends. Almost everyone did. Sometimes I wrote too much. Sometimes, others did. I liked to write. I still like to write. But I did not write to the point of blacking out, and I never sexually assaulted anyone. There is a bright line between writing, which I gladly do, and which I fully embrace, and sexually assaulting someone, which is a violent crime.

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A girl I’m working with calls up and says that her clients are unhappy. I think, what’s that got to do with me? And when she stops talking, I ask her if the reason for the call is to pass that un...


More and more people are announcing that they have been vaccinated. Excellent news. You don’t need to tell us what vaccine you received and what symptoms you experienced after the fact, after the...


I never thought at the time, way back when that the decisions I was making would put me on a Chinese train rocking slowly and rhythmically through the night. I never thought when I arrived in Tai...


This morning at about 11:30, on the way back into town, I stop for a pizza as I sometimes like to do. I always get the same thing - a large five item pizza: double cheese, ham, bacon and sausage....


It’s hard to talk about beets without mentioning soviet era economics, just like it’s hard to talk about the pandemic without talking about real estate values. I’ve noticed that there are a lot o...


Watching the cows wandering through the morning market stealing veggies when they could was the best thing about Diu, a little Portugese-infused island off the coast of Jugurat. I would sit with...


6 days ago

He abides in Morning Stream

I decide to get back into writing again. Again, I had stopped and drifted away and then felt like there was something missing. It’s the mind dump, the daily abandonment of figments and fragments,...


March 10, 2021

What will she do? in 1% better

I feel like I am missing something when I don’t write. It’s a nagging feeling like a low grade pain. If it was a sound, it would be a low hum like the sound from a basement dehumidifier or if you...


February 26, 2021

Watching the weaving in 1% better

The world, like an orchard full of bad apples, is teeming with villains, scammers, crooks and trolls. Human nature is imperfect. Humans, every one of us is flawed, some deeply so, patently and la...


February 25, 2021

My life as Bob Zurunkle in 1% better

Life can be separated into what’s yours, what’s shared and what’s not yours. What’s shared is excellent and could be argued to be the most important. But what’s yours, and only yours, what’s bee...


The geese are running wild and I’m still fool enough to chase them. I blame myself for continuing with the idiocy. I should just say, “fuck it, I’m too old for this”, and give up. Tempting it is....


The meeting with my financial advisor went well. I rolled a recently matured GIC into my RRSP, set up another maturing GIC to roll in in August, contributed another $22,000 into the fund for this...


February 19, 2021

意大利面 in 1% better

Most things for their value alone aren’t worth stealing. But there are other reasons to steal: convenience, thrills, and just for the hell of it, to name a few. As children we are brought up wit...


February 18, 2021

summer mouse, winter mouse in 1% better

It’s hard to remember the years in high school. It was a long time but a long time ago. Back then it was about one-third of my whole life. Now I can just remember little fragments and scenes as i...


February 17, 2021

more than 20 years in 1% better

You are either moving toward something or moving away. There is no true unchangeableness as somethings are always in motion and those can be measured in relation to you. Like that old bit about t...


February 16, 2021

Igreja de São Paulo in 1% better

Day 13. Big snow overnight. Winter is still very much here. Sure the sky is brighter, the day is longer but 14 cm overnight is the leading indicator. The keys are still in the hands of old man wi...


February 15, 2021

The cheese of expectation in 1% better

I hear about the decline of the American male, white males to be more specific. I think, what a waste. Suicide. Poisoning themselves with opioids and alcohol. Bad politics. Overweight and undered...


February 14, 2021

Resilient, like a chew toy in 1% better

Qualities in a good rodeo clown include resilience, dependability and self-reliance. The life of a bull-dodger needs springiness combined with toughness. It requires a modicum or large measure of...


Human rights abuses in China are none of my business. Western Youtubers shilling for the CCP are exploited by the regime and are exploiting the system has been set up. They are in it for the mon...


February 11, 2021

back to basics in 1% better

I’ve been around long enough. This is not my first rodeo. I can always tell when I’ve gone wrong, often before the people I’m with have realized it. I spot the body language. Tell tale giveaways....


February 10, 2021

running out the sand in 1% better

Day 19. Time marches on. When I started my countdown to March 1st I didn’t envision how I’d feel, who I’d be when the day finally arrived. It was arbitrary, like most goals, something to strive f...


I used to have a brother. I used to have a best friend. I used to wear glasses, but I got my eyes lasered. I used to drink too much. About six years ago without knowing it, I reevaluated. I light...


February 08, 2021

Nothing like Saturday in 1% better

I have my routines. I go to bed. I get up at about the same time everyday, everyday about the same. No alarm, just the sun coming in through the blinds. I make coffee. I open up the blinds, pull ...


February 07, 2021

cows in 1% better

When I was in India, the subcontinent, the land where every glance tells a story, where every interaction is a long poem narrating the deeds and sad adventures of a half completed experimental ru...


February 05, 2021

sunshine and fresh fruit in 1% better

I was once almost mugged by three guys in an alleyway. I don’t know why they targeted me. I clearly didn’t have any money. Maybe I looked like a hippie lay-about, an easy target. Probably I was j...


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