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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.
We wrote too much. We liked to write. You know, we... whatever the chart says, a word/page count chart.
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The exchange of truth is curative. I love yoga pants. in 1% better
I’m behind a dump truck going up Park Street, past the park, over Regina Street and then under the railway bridge where the traffic backs up a bit, too much traffic into and out of Home Hardware....
knotty pine in 1% better
I was watching a show on Netflix the other night. It was set in the middle east in the 50s and 60s. I noticed that they would have bread and butter and a glass of water for a meal (or a snack). S...
Yulong, no see in Long story, short
There was a story I heard a couple of times when I lived in Banquio about a Taiwanese businessman who fell asleep in the back of his BMW after a night out with clients and staff. He fell asleep i...
Webcams I've lived in 1% better
I watch the sun come up in Victoria’s inner harbour. The drawbridge goes up. Traffic backs up. Cars eventually block the intersection. Idiots. There is construction in front of Amsterdam’s Centra...
stained with wine and gravy in 1% better
Rain this morning. It seems like a long, long time since it has rained. It’s nice. Sunday morning. Big mug of coffee. ‘Jazz in the background’ Spotify playlist. I laid in bed waiting for the dood...
We're not in Xingyi anymore, Dorothy in 1% better
I’m not fashionable. I’m not a clothes horse. I’m not a spendthrift. I’ve never sold an old car. I drive them till they stop and then I either abandoned them (in Banquio) or have them towed away ...
Thinking of Tino Bernard on Fish Leg Road in Morning Stream
Everyday is the same, but a little different, like the same day playing itself out over and over again in parallel universes, contemporaneous existences, the pieces stay in place as the board mov...
Sometimes you’re lost and you know it, you have to admit it, you took a wrong turn, your GPS crapped out on you and you are navigating by the terrain, whim, hope, momentum and at night, by the st...
Richer for the experience in Morning Stream
What’s better than found money? Not much, right? I owe it to my new hobby, getting me out and about, out in the big world. I’ve been going out in the afternoons for the past couple of weeks, with...
walking around videos in 1% better
The plan was to be back in Taiwan this year at this time. It’s all set up. My summer clothes and folding bicycle, my swimming pool tickets are all there waiting. My real estate websites still sen...
Steve's Ford LTD in Morning Stream
Lori looks me up over facebook. I’m easy to find, easy enough that every four or five years someone finds me, makes an initial contact. We usually look at each other’s photos and mutual friends a...
slices in Morning Stream
When I was the sweep-up boy at Woolworths, I worked with a bunch of smock-wearing overweight women. As a kid from the suburbs, it was my first prolonged experience working with a completely diffe...
waiting and wandering in 1% better
We get a warm blast of weather. Great. The longer the beginning of winter weather we wait, the shorter the winter will be. Already, I’m sick of it and it hasn’t even started yet. My countdown til...
park walk in Morning Stream
I spend the afternoon in the queen’s park. It’s a nice day for a stroll and I’m here to make a video. Watching ‘walking around’ videos led me to ‘walking tour’ videos of New York City, which I po...
white with blue dots in Morning Stream
Books, most people will agree, are better than movies. Sure you miss the whiz bang special effects, the star power and ‘the event’ of watching a movie that a book cannot compete with when compari...
awake and cranky in Morning Stream
I stay up late to watch the election and feel both suspicious and dismayed with the unfolding events. The pace is mind-numbingly boring. I’ve got ABC, Fox and NBC on Youtube live streams and I sw...
continuing in 1% better
I put on JS Bach and a Toronto walk to start my day. I’ve got my coffee and lots to do (and lots of time to do it). I’m avoiding the news. The news has nothing to do with me. I start my day with ...
119 in Morning Stream
The snow comes early this year, Sunday afternoon just after 2pm. I’m out in the neighbourhood for a midday walkabout with the missus. I’d rather walk outside than on the treadmill that we’ve inst...
Jiuqutang has the personality of a near abandoned truck stop. It’s dark and dusty, but mostly dark. And devoid of people until they are suddenly there. They appear out of the gloomy dark and don’...
walking around with the internet in 1% better
I spend a lot of time online. Half the stuff I do online is a complete waste of time. The problem is, I don’t know which half. Between reading the news and entertainment, watching videos, produc...
My collection of tie-dye t-shirts has doubled. I have two, which is two too many. I have a drawer full of bandanas. I rarely wear one on my head or around my neck anymore. I grew a beard. Two win...
My youngest before visiting the other day, stopped by the High Street weed store. She bought me some edibles asking if I had ever been in the shop which is about a ten minute walk from the ol’ bo...
modern day fairy tale in 1% better
Before I toggle, before I even call my web hosting service, I invite my youngest over to stand by just in case I break my websites. She is young and grew up with the internet. She knows a little ...
a tale of near exploitation in 1% better
Yesterday I wrote about writing. I didn’t know I was so nostalgic. Writing has long been a hobby, though I never knew it until recently. Finding out that writing is a hobby is like on the news w...
The daily words in 1% better
So I’ve decided again to do morning pages, daily writing in the morning, but not like last time where I wrote 750 words, usually in about 25 minutes, and then hit publish. That was too much. Too ...
