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Prison of Smoke

Those of you who know me well know that I’m a lifelong allergy sufferer.

I’m not talking about your seasonal hayfever or getting sneezy around cats. I’ve been gifted—whether through nature or nurture is unclear—with full-on potentially fatal reactions to food additives, OTC pain relievers, particulates, and more.… [Read More]

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Ugh

So, despite all of our caution and rigorous masking in public, we got temporarily floored by some nasty bug. Fever, headache, GI stuff … the lot (sorry if that’s TMI). Repeated COVID tests came up negative, so who knows?… [Read More]

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Street Takeover in MTL

pink and purple pedestrian street terrasse being built outside a resto terrasse with flowers terrasse with flower boxes built in large planters sponsored by City to add color planters and signs

In Montréal, summer means celebrating the sunshine dans les rues and dans les bars (which, for the first time since the pandemic started, are allowed to be open until 3 am again).… [Read More]

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Cells Receipt

I brought an old disused cell phone up here from L.A. because I found out that to get a Canadian credit card and build Canadian credit, you have to show a utility bill with your Canadian residence address as well as your ID.… [Read More]

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I Got 99 Problems But A Bixi Ain’t One

Until COVID hit, one of my chief joys in the summer was riding my flowered “bridal bike” to the beach. The ocean was beautiful, the air was (mostly) sweet, and the crowds endlessly interesting. Unlike other forms of exercise, I found cycling fun, something I could indulge in for hours and still want more.
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Haute Tension

The last week before our departure was hell, and TBH I wasn’t handling it calmly.
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Arrival

One of the things you notice when flying across the US is just how much geology is going on down there. From 35,000 feet (10,668 meters), looking down on the West is like looking at a large shepard’s pie that’s been heated and dried out and reheated.… [Read More]