Month: November 2012

Talking. And little else.

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Hockey can be a funny game. Not funny-ha-ha, but funny-odd. Well, it can be funny-ha-ha too, but that’s not what I’m thinking here. I’ve mentioned before that one of the first signs of autumn are the warnings and reports on the radio — cautionary tales about (mostly) middle-aged hockey players who dust off their equipment, maybe air it out a bit, head to the rink, play a shift or two then have a heart attack. […]

Driving. And Being (something that you’re not)

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University is expensive. It wasn’t always as outrageous (tuition fees, for example, have gone up by about a factor of eight since my first year) as it is today, of course, but it’s never been cheap. Because of this, an omnipresent part of most student’s lives was always the nagging worry of where the money for the next year was going to come from. Which meant a lot of things, but one of them was […]

Waiting. And running.

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I hate airports. Airports are the most soul-destroying things that most of us ever see. Well, probably not. But they aren’t good. I mean, everything about them is unpleasant. They’re ugly, expensive, annoying to get to and are a lot like shopping malls — without the free parking, easy access and places to buy things you might actually need. They’re also monuments to waiting. From the time you enter until the time you leave, you’re […]

Fitting. And leaving.

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Fractured narrative ahead. More than usual, I mean. I live ‘on’ the northern shore of Lake Ontario, near the famous (if we are to trust the ad copy) thousand islands. (Maybe they are — they have a Wikipedia page.) Some of these islands are very small but ‘many’ have populations; the largest (Wolfe Island) has something over a thousand people living on it. Some of them (the residents, that is — not the islands) are […]